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Messy red hair and a very big frown. That's what Allias faced when his best friend appeared behind the door. He scratched the back of his head, his eyes half opened as he stared all of them one by one.

"Shit" he mumbled, not really liking the idea of everyone standing at his door. "What do I owe the honor?" He asked them and stepped outside. Allias noticed that Asmodeus was laid on his bed, half naked and sleeping, breathing soundly. Mark closed the door behind him quietly, he didn't want to wake him up.

"You see our friends here actually need your help." The king announced and Mark raised his eyebrow. He seemed to be still half asleep. The yawn that escaped his lips confirmed Allias' thought.