Journey to Azarath

Power and Responsibility

Fallitur sat there listening to the story Dilectus gave. "You were very small, probably around 12 years old. You and your people used to be humble monks, learning under the guidance of Paradisum's people," The angel explained, smiling at the memory. "You and I used to play around together. I was a bit older than you, but we used to play and dance around like kids."

"Okay, happy part over. Then what happened?" Fallitur asked, wanting him to move on.

"Then Trigon came into the picture," Dilectus sighed. "Azar had done her best to lock Trigon away, but she still had to dispose of the dark magic books Trigon kept. The full collection would be disastrous in the wrong hands. So your tribe of monks offered to keep it secured." Dilectus paused as a tear came to his eye, "But no one realized that Trigon had cursed his books and spells. Pretty soon, the whole tribe had turned into monsters that all resembled demons. If the curse had persisted, you would have ended up as mindless as the other demons. However, your father pleaded with the beings of light to remove the curse. The only way to do so was for a sacrifice to be made. At least one of the people from that tribe had to offer themselves up. Your father volunteered."

"After your father died to save your tribe, your mother placed a memory-erasing spell on all of the tribe members," Freund explained.

"So that no one would try to get revenge on Trigon," Fallitur said, "Or worse. Start a war to try and become self-righteous again." Dilectus rested his hand on Fallitur's hand.

"I'm so sorry, Kamila."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Your mother gave us specific instructions not to, so as to make sure that the curse didn't spread. She also wanted to make sure that you didn't participate in other demon monstrosities," Freund explained. Fallitur sighed.

"Well, that part worked," She muttered.

"Wait, if the spell is making them monsters, how come we haven't been affected?"

"After Kamila's father made the deal, he also made sure that no one else could get the curse," Dilectus explained to Beastboy. "I'm so sorry, Kamila." Fallitur was silent for a while before smirking.

"It's all good in the end," She shrugged, "Someone had to make sure that the knowledge is secured and now that we know who we were, we can fix who we are to become." Fallitur stood up. "From now on, the Goth Afa Demons, or Monsters, are no longer to cause destruction or chaos, only to work to keep the balance between good and evil." She stretched out her hand and helped Arella up. Arella nodded in agreement. "And Beastboy will be the symbol of that balance."

"I'm the who now?" Beastboy stuttered, clueless.

"I agree," Freund replied, "Beastboy's ability in magic has given birth to great opportunities to fight true villains both past and present."

"If that's the case, I want to be called the Green Wizard," Beastboy replied.

"The Green Wizard? What are you now a showman?" Fallitur repeated. Arella laughed a little at Fallitur's reaction.

"Oh come on, my cape is practically green at this point. I've grown!" Garfield protested.

"Hmm," Arella hummed, examining Beastboy, "Not really. Although, your beard is starting to grow with your hair. We need to cut it."

"Beard?" Beastboy rubbed his face and felt the rough, hairy, texture of his new facial hairs. "Oh, I was wondering why my chin was itchy," He chuckled. Freund produced two scrolls in his hands and gave it to Beastboy.

"Here is the scroll for transporting you here if you need us again. And here is the knowledge you need for learning the dark spell," Freund said.

"Thank you," Beastboy bowed.