Markus finished the campfire and looked over at Castitas to see if she had set everything up when he saw a horrifying sight. The man was kissing the priestess. Markus couldn't hold back that rage that filled him, suddenly changing his eyes to a demonic red hue. The energy flowing through him due to this anger was much more intense than before, so much more so that it started to mutate his physical body structure. His fingers sharped to points turning them into claws, horns sprouted from his forehead, his skin darkened to a phantom grey colour, his teeth sharpened into fangs, and large demonic wings grew from his back. He stood, now in his full demonic form, and shot towards the man, lifting him up by his neck and holding him in the air, "What the hell do you think you're doing!" His voice was dark and filled with hatred. Every time he spoke it sounded as if a legion of demons spook at once. And slowly but surly his grip on the mans throat tightened.