Day one
Asmodeus had spent the whole night yesterday thinking, plotting of a way to get close to Mark and make him trust him. That way he would manage him easier and propose a contract with him. He was the demon of lust, he was an actual demon, a very powerful trickster but even the thought of plotting against him, or tricking him made him feel disgusted. If Mark remembered him, if he still loved him things would be a lot easier but now it was as if he was starting from point zero.