It had been three years since Marcus had been visited by that God wretched demon. Incubi to precise. He couldn't believe him of all people, a well respected follower of christ being driven into temptation by a meer imp. Marcus had just finnished saying grace before turning. But then he sensed danger. Grabbing a rosary and some holy water, he pointed at direction. Oh it was just you, his consort. "You should not scare me like that."