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"I guess you won. I hurt you, didn't I? I am sorry Asmodeus." He said. Maybe he deserved to be unhappy, for everything he did to him. 

The demon froze like a blazing storm surrounded him. His bones were stuck, he couldn't move and his skin felt as cold as snow. Mark's words were not the ones he expected, he realized as he sat on the bed. His eyes focused on the red head's face. He was crying, silently tears slipped from the corners of his kind eyes and Asmodeus' heart felt for the first time in three hundred years how heartbreak was like all over again. 

"Are you serious?" Asmodeus asked him as he stood up. "You mean that you really did exorcise me because you were told to." He said. He took a few steps towards him, his body stiff, his face unwavering as he looked down on the shorter young man.