"You fought well my boy." Father stiches up my wound. 

My body is inching just to tell him. I just want to scream at him. I just want to scream. My head is spinning. Everything around me is crumbling. My relationship with Maya is becoming loose threads. I can't think straight.

"Father, a man called me the Dark Lord." I say.

I hear him go silent. I'm taking a risk here.

"You need to tell me everything." I say.

He lets out a breath.

"I didn't believe this prophecy at first." He sighs.

I get up and I turn to him.

"What am I going to become?! Am I evil?!" I yell.

"Yes. Extremely so." The man with the bird skull jumps down. 

"What?" I breathe.

"That's enough bastard!" Father yells.

"What aren't you telling me father?!" I yell.

Anger flashes in my eye.  He lets out a breath.

"There's an old prophecy that you will become Agaroth. The great beast." The man says.

"Agaroth is a myth." I hiss.

"I thought so to my boy, but when your mother gave birth... I saw it." Father says.

"You saw Agaroth?" I ask.

"He saw a fragment of his soul in your eyes child." The man says.

My breath falters. I'm a demon? I'm a monster? I fall to my knees.

"The moon will soon be upon us. You will become Agaroth." The man walks forward.

"No, no, no..." I mutter.

Am I even hearing this right? This... this... this is too much to bear. I'm freaking out. I grip my hands.

"It's almost time for you to shed this mortal form. You feel it, don't you?" He bends down to me.

"Yes..." I mutter.

"You feel his claws gripping you?" 

"Yes..."

"You feel the power?"

"... Yes."