"Why did you have to make an appearance now??"

Mark looked at Dark with pure annoyance, watching as Dark stared down at the knife rack. He hoped that Dark wouldn't reach for one of the knives but he couldn't be certain.

"He wouldn't have believed you if I hadn't." Dark smirked, retrieving a knife and twirling it in his hands. Dark hissed as he caught himself with the tip of the blade, blood dripping in its crimson beauty. Lifting his hand to his mouth, Dark licked away any blood - the metallic taste running down his throat gave him a wave of pleasure.

Looking away, Mark sat down on one of his kitchen bar stools. He didn't know where Nathan was or was heading nor did he know where Natemare was. The only thing he did know was that they were both out there - one wanting revenge and one wanting answers.

Contemplating his next moves would be tricky, Mark needed to make sure he got to Nathan before Natemare did - but he also had to stay away from Natemare himself. He went for the idea of looking like he was just taking a normal stroll, looking for Nathan in the process.

Dark knew what Mark was thinking, he always did. Straightening his tie, Dark walked over and leant on the table, "Should I go talk to Natemare??"

"What's the point??" Mark said whilst grabbing his jacket, "Why would he listen to you??"

Dark just smirked, slicking back his hair this time.

"I know what to say to insane psychopaths like him Mark - remember, I'm a psychopath like him too."

Mark just shook his head. He knew all too well what Dark was. Probably more dangerous than Natemare matter of factly. But Dark saying he knows what to say wasn't comforting, he needed to know what would be said. Yet, knowing Dark, he wouldn't say.

"What will you say Dark?? Like, seriously??" The agitation laced Mark's voice as the words slipped out. Dark noticed this and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him but, being a psychotic demon, failing miserably.

Shrugging him off, Mark headed out into the chilly LA night. What he was doing or where he was going didn't concern him. At the end of the day, all that mattered was Nathan. But what Nathan needed to understand was that he hasn't just got demon blood pulsing through his veins - Nathan WAS a demon. And what didn't make sense to Mark was this...

How can a demon have a demon living inside of them??

Technically it should be impossible. But plainly, it isn't. And Natemare knew why it happened. 

The chilly night air stung Mark's face as he continued venturing through the streets, concerned of what Dark would say to Natemare. Would Dark talk it out to him?? Fight him?? Be attacked?? Mark just didn't know. Until the echo of Dark's voice whispered in his head.

"Natemare wants one thing - to be loved. Let's see what we can do."