A day passed, then two. Asmodeus met with two moons and two Suns, heard the chirping of the birds twice as he sat silent in that room, waiting with no sleep. He was scared that if he closed his eyes he would miss it, he wouldn't be able to see Mark wake up.
A fear was creeping inside him as he looked at the red haired boy who laid there emotionless, lifeless. Mark would wake up and look at him only to frown in disgust and run away. He considered that very possible and terrifying. He didn't know how he would react and even this thought, this possibly upcoming reality was hurtful, so much that his heart shivered.