A demon was crying. The creature that had caused so much chaos,a naturally born killer, the embodiment of darkness and evil was shedding tears because of heartbreak. The world was really a peculiar place. So much so that a small red haired human had managed, with just one look, with just a few words to make a demon's world crumble.
Mark was that human, the one with that unbelievable effect. He was the one that made Asmodeus cry. He could feel it in his shirt as the fabric slowly got wet. He could see the slight shaking of his body as he cried, the low sniffles and the way he gripped his clothes, like he was desperately trying to hold on to something that sooner or later would disappear.
