"Don't make me force you." Asmodeus said and his voice was no longer smooth and gentle. It was rough and outworldy, frightening and it was as if nightmares escaped his lips with every word he said.
Mark was doomed.
"You don't have to be like this." Mark said, feeling the cold wall on his back as he was being cornered by the annoyed demon. His eyes had turned black, his palm touching the wall as he hovered over him and Mark swallowed a huge lump that had been forming on his throat. "We…we can talk about it." He said. "Like can you wait until I am eighty and kill me then? You will get your revenge." He said and Asmodeus tilted his head to the side, his jaw tightened as he breathed out on his face.
