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He simply stared at the man when Mark suddenly started laughing. He raised the cut arm in the air and showed it to him, giving him a better view of the gruesome sight and he spoke.

"Do you still think I am pretty?" he asked him with a smirk and Asmodeus smiled. 

"Not really the reaction I was expecting." He said and offered his hand so mark could get up. The man took it and looked at the hand. 

"This is simply weird. I don't really feel anything. Like no pain. I am holding my own hand!" he said loudly with a terrified expression. "Do something!" 

"Are you bipolar?" Asmodeus asked him and Mark looked at him as if he was intending to kill him. 

"Considering the fact that I am turning into a freaking zombie I can be whatever the fuck I want. Am I clear?" he asked him shaking his cut arm in front of his face. When he noticed it he whined and stared at it again in disgust. "Get me to a doctor. Now!" 

"Okay mister Zombie." Asmodeus teased him.