Chapter 421: 421

"No need to be so depressed about it. There is nothing you could have done." Asmodeus told Mark. The red haired exorcist was sitting outside, welcoming the warmth of the sun as it hit his face, his hair turning copper under the rays. Asmodeus had spotted him after he had left the meeting room, his expression disappointed. 

"I don't know." He said and shrugged his shoulders. "If I had trained him better, if I had a bit more time. Maybe if I had intervened and asked for him to be evaluated he wouldn't have to leave." 

Asmodeus sat down, placing his palm on Mark's thigh and he looked up at the blue sky, mimicking his boyfriend. Asmodeus had never been very fond of the sun. His eyes were always sensitive and the bright light bothered him. When he sat by Mark though under the clear sky in the morning he felt as if he was being cleansed, the small discomfort an insignificant price to pay for such precious time.