"Who are you?" He asked the demon and Asmodeus mimicked Allias'' surprised expression. Mark though couldn''t speak any longer. He felt a sudden pain in his stomach and he instantly wrapped his arms around his belly, a pained expression on his face.


    "Mark? What''s wrong are you okay?" Allias asked him worried. The red haired did not answer. He pushed the elf king away from where he was standing and turned his head, puking on the floor. It wasn''t food though, it a black goo mixed with blood.


    "What the heck?" Allias asked seeing the unknown fluids on the floor.


    Asmodeus did not know what had shocked him the most. The fact that Mark had asked him who he was or the pile of blood and black goo the man had just thrown up. He placed his palm on his back, wanting to support him somehow but the red haired boy simply shook his hand off, raising his arm and breaking their body contact. The demon remained silent, observing the scene as Allias tried to understand what had happened.


    "Mark? Are you alright?" he asked confused after the man seemed to have stopped throwing up. He wiped his mouth with his hand and looked at his best friend with a pained expression.


    "What the hell happened? Who is that guy?" Mark asked him and looked at Asmodeus with a questioning look.


    Allias stared at him for a second not knowing what to say. Mark didn''t seem to have recollection of anything that happened. Asmodeus looked at the elf king, a small hope growing inside him. What if Allias did not tell him the truth? What if he pitied him and gave him another chance? Just one more time to be with Mark, try to make him love him again with no restraints. His colorful eyes were pleading, showing clearly that silent plead and Allias sighed. He closed his eyes, showing how perplexed he was. Mark, still in shock grabbed his hand, wanting his attention.


    "Allias, what happened to me?" he asked him again and the elf king opened his eyes.


    "Mark, you died." Allias said and his brown eyes widened. Mark''s lips formed a silent oh, as he heard something he had never imaged he would get to hear. When you die you remain dead, there is zero possibility of coming back to hear someone tell you how you have been dead all this time.


    "I did?"


    "Yes, you died. Your familiars tried to protect you but they failed. It was an attack; we still don''t know who did it." He said, lying to his best friend''s face. Mark looked at his hands, noticing the black markings that had remained.


    "Are my familiars alright?" he asked when a tall man appeared at the corner of the room. It was Ignis, he had been brought back the moment Mark''s heart began beating. Asmodeus felt anxious as he stared at the demon spirit. What if he revealed the painful truth of Mark''s death? What would he do then? He wondered and stared at the demon. Ignis looked at him too, his eyes feel with hatred as he stepped out the shadows. To Mark everything seemed like a very intense staring contest and he couldn''t help but wonder why. "Ignis!" he exclaimed and the fire spirit approached him. He smiled kindly, relieved that his master had successfully been brought back to life and hugged him. Soon the other too joined them. Kage and Arpaia. The girl rushed to Mark and hugged him so tightly he began coughing. Kage had to grab her and remove her from Mark, like a leech that was stuck on someone''s body.


    "Be discrete will you?" The dark spirit scolded her and she snorted.


    "I guess I am the only one who is happy our master is back." The woman said with a frown, crossing her arms above her chest.


    "We are all happy." Asmodeus mumbled and Mark looked at him again. Remembering he was here too.


    "Who is he?" Mark asked once more and Allias opened his lips to answer.


    "He is…"


    "I am Asmodeus. I am a demon prince." He introduced himself again, the same way he had done three hundred years ago and Mark''s eyes widened as he looked at him astonished.


    "Why is a demon here?" Mark exclaimed looking at his best friend and Allias smiled awkwardly.


    "He…well you see, he, he is my friend. He helped us bring you back. He is a nice guy." He told Mark and the red haired man frowned.


    "How can a demon be a good guy." He mumbled looking at the handsome prince with the corner of his eye, full with suspicion. Even though it kind of hurt Asmodeus hearing that from him he still smiled, bitterly, thinking how he just had to exist to make a bad impression. At least for now he would get some time. A chance to fix things with the man he loved. If Mark remembered later he had every right to swear at him, hate him for what he had done but for now he decided to delude himself with this distorted hope. A hope that Mark would accept him, come to like him and maybe even love him again, despite the fact he was a demon, despite the fact he was lying.


    "He will be staying with us for a while so be nice I guess." Allias told his friend, realizing that everyone in this room had agreed to keep a very important truth from the young exorcist and actually nurture a very hurtful lie. He shook his head, disappointed in his own self but tried to keep his composure as his green eyes met with his best friends. He looked pale, a little weak but he was breathing, he was talking and most importantly he was here, alive with him. "Mark we need to have a doctor check up on you. Once you feel a bit better I will tell you everything you missed, alright?" he asked him and the man nodded. He attempted to get off the place he had been laid, Ignis rushing in to help him but again another coughing fit began and once more, this black liquid mixed with his own blood escaped his purplish lips.


    "Asmodeus, go get the doctor. Now!" Allias shouted as he watched his friend cough non stop.