Chapter 275 - 275

A demon was crying. The creature that had caused so much chaos,a naturally born killer, the embodiment of darkness and evil was shedding tears because of heartbreak. The world was really a peculiar place. So much so that a small red haired human had managed, with just one look, with just a few words to make a demon's world crumble.

Mark was that human, the one with that unbelievable effect. He was the one that made Asmodeus cry. He could feel it in his shirt as the fabric slowly got wet. He could see the slight shaking of his body as he cried, the low sniffles and the way he gripped his clothes, like he was desperately trying to hold on to something that sooner or later would disappear.

The red head had to leave, he couldn't stay with him. He couldn't simply accept forgiveness and forget. Move on and be happy. Who would pay then? Who would be at fault for those three hundred excruciating years the demon king had went through. Seeing him like this though, weakened him. It made him lose his composure and darkened his thoughts. It made him greedy, hopeful and his eyes, as he stared the top of his raven head were curious as to how he looked like, how his eyes shone from the tears. He was selfish but still he raised Asmodeus' head, stared right into his pained face.

His tears weren't like those of a humans, he realized as his caramel colored eyes traced the bloody lines. Yes, bloody. His tears were bright red, thick like the blood of his enemies it dripped everywhere, staining his face, his clothes, the floor and Mark's heart. Those tears were red and sorrowful like petals of soft roses being swept by the merciless wind.

"You've changed me." Asmodeus said. "Mark tell me. Please. Tell me the truth." He begged him one more time. "I can't believe that you would do something like this. I simply can't."

"There is no hidden truth. There is just what happened. I sinned. I sent the man I loved to hell. I imprisoned him and for that I am ready to get punished." The red haired man said, believing that denying the truth was some kind of noble act of redemption. It was nothing like that though. It was simply his own selfish thoughts, his own need to get rid of his guilt.

"Where is Ignis?" Asmodeus asked. He knew Mark was lying, somehow he could see it in his eyes. His words did not come out natural and he always tried to avoid his depressed stare. "He will tell me the truth. Ignis come out!" He shouted and Mark's eyes widened.

"No!" He screamed and pushed the demon back, trying to stop him from calling out for the demonic spirit. "No. He won't tell you anything" he told him and escaped from the place he was cornered. Now he stood in the middle of the room, a lump forming on his throat as he tried to find a way to run away.

"Mark, I am starting to get angry. Tell me the fucking true. I know you're lying! I can feel it"" Asmodeus said. He was rasing his tone, his bloody face darkened as anger finally seemed to possess his body. Mark would not budge even though he got to witness his pure anger, even though now the demon was slowly getting out of control he had decided that he would not back down. He would never tell him what happened. Foolishly so he believed he could keep it a secret and that this was the right way.

"There is nothing for me to say!" Mark screamed in his face. "Get it through your thick head! I just did it." He kept screaming and pushing Asmodeus. Once he was done talking he headed towards the door believing that it was time for him to get out. The demon king though had other plans. He grabbed him from the back of his shirt and yanked him into the floor.

Mark gasped as his back hit the wall and he tried to get up only for the demon to grab a hold of his collar and raise him in the air. He looked at him straight into his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, his face looking like he had just committed murder. Soon as it seemed it would be so.

"Why do you have to do this to me? Why? Tell me! Do you enjoy this? Seeing me lose myself in the anger I fought so hard not to succumb to?" Asmodeus asked. He was right. Asmodeus had tried so hard not to lose himself by his demonic side. Every day while he was with him was a struggle, every moment a fight for him to choose Mark's right rather his instincts. He had come so far just it lose everything after one gaze, after one fateful meeting, after a sudden return.

"Yes. I do. How does it feel to have a human play with your feelings?" He provoked him and Asmodeus' eyes widened. You took it too far, his subconscious screamed at him when he felt the demon punch him. Asmodeus' eyes were completely dark by now. An endless black like the homeland of all nightmares. His stare was blank and his half opened lips showed the edges of his fangs. His chest was rising fast as he took deep breaths. He smirked, completely lost and smacked him against the wall. The left side of Mark's face had turned numb. That hard was Asmodeus' punch and for a whole minute he felt dizzy.

"You might have played with my feelings but I will fucking play with your actual heart." Asmodeus said and threw him on the floor.

"Asmodeus." Mark called out as the demon sat on top of him. He worked his fingers around his neck, this time actually intending to kill him. Mark shivered, suddenly realizing that he was trulky going to die and his heart began to race. He was terrified. How could he think he would be fine with this? "Asmodeus. Listen to me. Hey. You're losing it." Mark groaned as he felt his breath being cut short once again. The demon was smirking finally feeling like he had the upper hand in all of this. He was not going to stop like he did before. He would keep pressuring and pressuring until Mark was dead. "Asmodeus please." Mark cried. He was wrong. He had been so wrong. He repeated in his head. Please, please he begged with his eyes but it felt as if he was talking to a machine and not a thinking being. Someone who had simply been ordered to kill. Kill him.

Asmodeus could not see clearly, he could not hear either all he knew was that if this creature died he would be in control again. In control of himself. If Mark disappeared he would finally be set free from this heart ache. He had betrayed him, he had turned into a traitor he deserved this. That was what his mind kept telling him. How could he treat like this one of the kings of hell? This imbecile.

What about his heart though? The heart that even now was sobbing, begging for him to stop. An endless clash was happening inside his body. Always ongoing and for a second the demon seemed perplexed. He could hear the sound of his heart, his laughter, the loudness of his angry comments. He could see it clearly now, the love he nurtured for him. The love that had been stronger than his pride, his title, his demonic side. The love that had showed him another right, another meaning to the color red.

He released his grip slowly, his vision still blurry as he tried to calm down. He looked at the young man on the floor, his eyes focusing on his face, his opened eyes.

"Mark?" He called him. "Mark?" He called out again but got no answer. His eyes widened as he realized that the red head wasn't breathing. "Mark! No, no wake up, please." He screamed and held him in his arms as he shook him up hoping that this way he would wake up. Nothing happened though. Mark's heart wasn't beating.

Asmodeus had killed him. Like he had said he would. This would be the beginning of a very bitter end. Of a revolution in the fiery pits of hell as a whole new day rose. A brand new story began and in the middle stood the demons and the demonic capital. Red had suddenly lost its pure meaning and the world seemed a lot more cruel.

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Hellooo. I am taking bets in what's about to happen. What do you think? I will give the person who is right a cookie. 

Also sorry if I made you sad. Keep reading though, who knows, maybe I am not such a bad person. Thank you for reading!