Meet the Beast
Oh. Um . . .
Ahem. Excuse me. Right. I remember now.
Hey all you beautiful women out there. The name's Eravatos, but Sigma says we should forget the names of the past. In that case I have the coolest name. Comaraae Delgatto. That's Co-maw-ray Del-gah!-toe. Got that? Good. You'll be needing my name for later or something like that. Anyways um . . .
Don't pay much attention to Sigma, he's always lost in thought or whatever. I never really got it. He said it comes with being the "greatest scholar of the realms." He's a real buzzkill sometimes you know?
Right, staying on topic. I'm the third oldest Mystic, my jurisdiction is Reality. What is real if not what Reality says is real? Wow, I just totally confused myself. Try not to worry too much on that. Anyways, I wear a mask. Yeah, I have to wear the mask. You'd be disgusted if you saw what was under it.
What's under the mask? Well, it wasn't so bad once. But that was before the Immortal Conflict, which we somehow got dragged into as mere teenagers. Oh well, I thought it was pretty cool. I lost my beautiful face in that Conflict. That's right, I was once the most beautiful of the Mystics, with my flowing purple hair, beautiful lavender eyes, awesome bod---
Sorry, got off track again. Anyways, my face was brutalized during that conflict. It was cut up, burned, battered, covered in acid at one point even! Yeah, it hurt. It's hard to find a lady after I take off the mask sometime you know? No one wants a beast.
That's all I am. A beast who can change reality with a single thought. That's what I'm destined to be. That's what I'll always be. That is me. Okay, so um . . . What is my purpose?
I'm not sure yet. Sometimes I think it's to make the other guys in the group look good. Then I realize, it's to do lots of chicks. At least it was. But that's a story for a different time.
