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Asmodeus stood there frozen, looking at Mark's lifeless body. No matter how many times he screamed his name, no matter how many times she shook him up nothing happened. He had remained like this, with an expression of pure anguish on his face and tears in the corners of his eyes. He had done it, he had really killed him.

The room was too small to contain his anguish and the world was too big for him to find a shelter for his scarred soul easily. He looked around confused. He couldn't realize it, he couldn't process what he had done. Even though bloody tears were landing on Mark's body, even though his heart was aching as if it was about to spot Asmodeus could not believe that he had just killed him.

He had been waiting for three hundred years to be freed just to do this? Just to kill the man he loved? No, no, it was impossible. He would never do something like that.