How dare she. How dare she interfere. And to add insult to injury, she had the gall to joke about it. Before he was irritated, now he was just damn angry. He let that anger fill him, giving him power. He felt like a go-no, a titan. And more than strong enough to destroy a weakling such as Devy. Her and her puny morals. How pathetic.

"Rasxheth! Suffer Devy!" He shouted, fire pouring from his staff, twin snakes swiftly advancing to devour Devika. The feel, the atmosphere was exhilarating. He turned to his companion, the mousy man who now quaked at his sight.

"Isn't it beautiful? Such power...beyond your very comprehension! But I see that look in your eyes. You do not yet believe. Perhaps you require incentive?" 

"No, no I-I be-believe!" he mouse quivered fearfully.

Connor couldn't help but laugh at such weakness. The absurdity of it all was...he couldn't describe. He closed his eyes and sighed, drawing his mind away into his magic and his anger.