Mark's POV (memory)
I tried to walk away from Anti, but for some unknown reason, I was unable to. I ran back to see the damage I have done.
I hit his head really hard. I could see a small part of the white of his skull. He isn't going to remember any of this, and I don't know how I feel about that.
I scooped him up into my arms and frantically looked for shelter. The first thing I found was an old shed.
I bandaged his head and tended to his other wounds.
I will never understand what possessed me to help him.
I laid him down in the shed and started to head out the door to leave. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I didn't want him to wander aimlessly with no sense of direction or who he is.
I grabbed an old piece of parchment and a pen I found in the shed and wrote a note for him when he wakes up. I don't know much about him, just basic information such as his title of Antisepticeye.
However, I didn't know if he even had a more normal name, some of us demons have more than one. One name usually being a title, the other being for casual conversation. I don't have one however due to my loner personality.
So I just made up a name off the top of my head, Jack.
I wrote down a couple things he should know when he wakes up. Basic stuff such as his school.
I left the shed and Jack inside of it.
"Mark huh?" I thought out loud. "I like it."
I left the demon realm that very same night and never looked back.
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