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Two days passed pretty peacefully, something quite unusual for the group of individuals who always seemed to get into trouble. Mark had revealed a very big secret to Asmodeus, one that had been buried with his death for three hundred years. When the demon heard it was obviously stunned, Asmodeus seemed to be quite close with his brother but he never questioned if Mark was telling him the truth or not. The red haired man did not lie but for a second he wished that he had, revealed someone else as his killer. That way he wouldn't have to face Asmodeus' disappointed expression every time they met. It was as if something inside him had snapped, turning him completely numb to the happenings around him. Mark, every time their eyes met felt o burn on his chest as if he could share a part of his pain and he was the reason for it, making it worse.