Warning: slight sexual acts.
"Well, now that we are awake and sitting on this beautiful table, tell me Asmodeus. What will we do from now on." Mark told him. They had woken up while back and the demon had already made sure to fill up the house with things they might have needed. He also had purchased them new clothes. They were definitely not the best quality like his school's uniform and they reminded him when he was younger that they barely wore rags. Well, it was better than his ripped shirt and dirty pants.
"I don't really know." Asmodeus said with a smile and Mark sighed. Of course he didn't. "I guess we can stay here, plant some vegetables. Sounds nice and peaceful." He proposed and Mark looked at him like he was speaking in another language.
"So you mean to tell me that one of the Kings of hell wants to be a farmer and live in a rundown house outside a poor village with a human?" he asked him and raised his eyebrow.
