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Markuss had found himself taken by Lazureth's psionic powers. He had cringed on the outside as he had been stopped at certain scenes, particularly being stabbed by the succubus, and finally when they had come to the room, his face had dropped. The layers of skin began to pull away, Markuss forced back his lunch.

"'Oly shyte," he'd said, it being increasingly evident that he was more than uneasy. He'd vaguely scratched the nub of his other arm, a nervous gesture. When the demon had finally released them from the vision, Markuss had shot out of his chair in fear, sending it backwards to the ground. The pills and water next to him had toppled, sending the liquid across the floor. His eyes had shot from Lazureth to Danika, wide and panicked. "Yer kiddin' me," he said absolutely.

"Yer not really..." Markuss had given a pitiful laugh. "Not really th'type t'play jokes, Lazzy. Ain't no daemon on board th'Ark. Y'know damn well there ain't," he'd almost pleaded. "I ain't gettin' exorcised, mate," he'd said again, resolutely.

"I will..." he stopped out of nervous habit, shaking his head. "See if I won't run outta f'is some'ow. Yer not exorcisin' me." He had raised a hand, keeping the distance between the two. "I like ye blokes n'all but I will fuck y'up, eh? Got it?"