Team Kenzi!
Kenzi was the sad little human that did want special powers, once upon a time, to fit into her group of friends - people she considered to be family. She would have kept the Staff of Righteousness if it didn't involve it being permanently glued to her hand and all the elven responsibility that had come with it. And then there was also the, uh, stuff she bought from Massimo that--
Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.
She was actually sober this time around, when they approached the rift at the edge of the lake. It felt chilly and clammy, and a shiver ripped up her spine. "Uhhhhhhhhh..." Her marked hand crackled and lit, and she felt that strange pull towards the shiny portal of demonic doom. "Hey. Hey guys. Hey guys. Demons! Think if we talk about this civilly they'll piss off? Maybe?"