Mark is a person who enjoys thelittle things and something as little as food could get his happiness going. Ifyou're in a hitch and can't figure out what he'd like, get ice cream it's asure win.
As for someone that could make himhappy. That person would have to be his bestfriend Jackson. That demon justgets him and everything about him. If Mark needs some cheering up, or it's 2AM he'dwoken from a bad dream – he'll call Jackson and everything would be betteragain.
How do they handle rejection?
Mark has only experienced rejectiononce, however, in the worst possible way. His mother shunned him after hisfather left them; it was never the same after that.
It's a horrible feeling; how theperson you're most certain that loves you – even if everyone else didn't – couldeasily think so less of you, could easily forget all about you.
It was nights of crying himself tosleep, it shattered him, it broke him. To this day the idea of rejection issomething Mark tries to avoid, because all the memories of being blamed, spatat and unloved rush back to him.
He fears that those that wouldreject him thought the same way his mom did about him – a useless monsterwho brought misfortune and harm; someone who did not deserve love.
[sms:that jack guy] Awww but the kids loved it![sms:that jack guy] Actually come to think of it[sms:that jack guy] You were drinking a lot when you started crying[sms:that jack guy] I’m honestly surprised you remember that
[text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.
[ ✉ → hk wang ] yah Jackson I just got it back from rose ㅠ ㅠ[ ✉ → hk wang ]I had to steal my own jacket back can U NOT[ ✉ → hk wang ] chéng néih ah[ ✉ → hk wang ]Jackson ah[ ✉ → hk wang ] wang.[ ✉ → hk wang ]JACKSON
[ ✉ → hk wang ] I’m going to teleport over and rip ur clothes apart
[ ✉ → hk wang ] I will ಥ_ಥ
[ ✉ → hk wang ] I’m gonna steal all ur sweaters u can pay me back with food and sex
[text] Do whatever you want. I don’t even care anymore.
[text to: jack] come on man its not like its the end of the world[text to: jack] I asked your opinion for a fucking reason[text to: jack] okay so historically it’s never been a good move to keep contact with your ex bUT what if you were meant to meet again, what if shit changes[text to: jack] okay I don’t know what that means or why I wrote it[text to: jack] but[text to: jack] I’m not thinking anything’s gonna happen[text to: jack] besides me freaking out[text to: jack] but[text to: jack] idk cant i just be friends with him? [text to: jack] what’s wrong with me?
[SMS → Jack]: Come on, Jack.[SMS → Jack]: You looked like a cute penguin.[SMS → Jack]: Are you going to be my butler tonight or am I gonna burn your poopy pants?[SMS → Jack]: I’m gonna call mommy.[SMS → Jack]: Tyler would be upset if he knew this is how you treat women.[SMS → Jack]: I’m your ideal type.[SMS → Jack]: I praised you and called you cute. You should be honored??? But instead you’re not going to do what makes me smile??? I’m so hurt and offended??? I’m ignoring you from now on. Bye.
mephistopheles: have you ever helped a loved one destroy themselves?
jiyong eyes fall to the ground. the air between the two was heavy and tension tangible. jackson stares at the older and bites his lower lip. jiyong shrugs it off, face tight and nonchalant, “i read somewhere online that it’s not healthy to bottle things up.” he starts off, and jackson honestly almost cracked up.
“well, he was like a brother to me, and something went terribly wrong with his life. i wasn’t told much of the details because we lost contact after my turning and it happened when i was still quite a rookie demon. i started getting hang of things, practiced my power diligently, occasionally picking a fight or two (and winning, jiyong flashes a grin), and started feeding on humans. i tried to moderate myself because getting rid of a body at that point of time irked me a lot. it also made my powers grew stronger. though it was also the period of time where i haven’t learn how to manipulate molecules yet.
“some demon helped me climbed up the social ladder a little bit and i was made a crossroad demon, it was fun and i closed quite a couple of deals. until that night when i turned around and my face almost fell. jinhee’s jaw dropped too and he jutted his head out in disbelief. though he quickly recovered and was more than happy to see me because yes, he’s going to be saved. i was still fresh, and my human side was not yet suppressed. i asked him for an explanation but he wouldn’t give, and i wouldn’t let him end his life like this (with hellhounds ultimately clawing him back to hell, literally, when the contract is up), so i disappeared.
“i didn’t know how he managed to, but he did, and summoned me, again. this time, he was prepared, he was smart. he asked again and of course i refused. he said i wasn’t being a friend, and how is this brotherhood, and tears welled up in his eyes because he was fucking desperate. he trapped me and i didn’t have the ability to do combustion, and I couldn’t teleport my way out of the devil’s trap because i was bounded, my molecules were bounded, like a metal stuck to a magnet. he’d only free me if i did the contract with him and i shot back haughtily we have to kiss for the deal to be sealed and he retorted back with if i’d even fuck you if it means it would be done. and then i was done trying to protect him and let Gdragon take over. But instead of the usual ten years for a deal i only gave him three, and he graciously— stupidly—accepted it.
“he scraped the symbol for about a good five to seven minutes and i was free. i didn’t bother any further exchanges and teleported back home. he was damned. three years later, i released one of my favorite hellhounds to collect his soul.”
