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The power of the angels is tempting to many mortals, even if they may not understand it. The strength of the heavens could do anything, from performing miracles, to changing the world itself. Even the smallest bit of it could allow one to do anything, be it ruling a kingdom or destroying one. With such a power at their side, many would believe that nothing could go wrong. How could one fall when the angels stand by their side?

Though they know the possibilities that come from the blessings of angels, they do not truly know its origin. The power of the angels is not a tool that can be handed off, or a bit of mana that is transferred from one vessel to the other. The energy they bestow upon one is a piece of themselves, a mere fraction of their soul placed within the body of those they bless. From this fragment flows the heavenly power, as the user wields the very spirit of an angel. Their miraculous feats and impossible strength will draw from this slumbering piece, feeding off its endless potential. Little do they know, though, that such a sleep is not eternal. Going too far and draining too much may disturb its sweet slumber and their greed will begin their own end. In that fateful moment, the angel will wake up. Separated and confused, that fragment will feel the mortal flesh that imprisons it and know disgust. The bodies of mortals is no place for the shattered mind of a god, and it will seek change. Man may be able to contain the slumbering power of an angel, but when such an energy truly awakens, their bodies swiftly change from a blessed vessel to a reviled prison.

Here is what remains of a lord who hungered for knowledge. He sought to expand the mind, to learn more than any tome or scroll could provide. He wished to solve the ancient mysteries and usher his people into a new age of knowledge and wisdom. With the power of the angels, he found libraries that were made by inhuman hands, with tomes that were filled with the language of the stars. He sought to devour these lost halls of primordial wisdom, but his inferior flesh held him back. The sea of knowledge that stood before him was too much for his mind to handle, as no man can bear such a burden alone. His greed refused to abandon such a treasure, and in the end, he ignored the very logic that he had worshiped. Now these ancient chambers sit barren and stripped, holding only a single, bound inhabitant. The power that once gave wisdom and insight had given in to greed and id. It had devoured the books that lined these walls, and when its inferior brain grew saturated and worthless, it turned to consuming its fellow man. Mind after mind, brain after brain, it filled these stolen vessels as it sought to hold the infinite knowledge of the universe. At the end of it all, it succeeded in holding all that the great halls had offered, but such a success was soon found to be nothing. The weight of its mind had grown too heavy, and its forsaken body would never move again. The halls that were believed to hold the key to mental freedom now served as an empty, crude prison. Even the gathered knowledge of the heavens came to nothing. The many swollen minds and alien words had long since drowned the old lord. What thoughts he once had were now lost within this endless sea. What use is infinite knowledge, when there is no man left to even wield it?

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This was a pretty fun design, though a bit on the nose

Description
The power of the angels is tempting to many mortals, even if they may not understand it. The strength of the heavens could do anything, from performing miracles, to changing the world itself. Even the smallest bit of it could allow one to do anything, be it ruling a kingdom or destroying one. With such a power at their side, many would believe that nothing could go wrong. How could one fall when the angels stand by their side?

Though they know the possibilities that come from the blessings of angels, they do not truly know its origin. The power of the angels is not a tool that can be handed off, or a bit of mana that is transferred from one vessel to the other. The energy they bestow upon one is a piece of themselves, a mere fraction of their soul placed within the body of those they bless. From this fragment flows the heavenly power, as the user wields the very spirit of an angel. Their miraculous feats and impossible strength will draw from this slumbering piece, feeding off its endless potential. Little do they know, though, that such a sleep is not eternal. Going too far and draining too much may disturb its sweet slumber and their greed will begin their own end. In that fateful moment, the angel will wake up. Separated and confused, that fragment will feel the mortal flesh that imprisons it and know disgust. The bodies of mortals is no place for the shattered mind of a god, and it will seek change. Man may be able to contain the slumbering power of an angel, but when such an energy truly awakens, their bodies swiftly change from a blessed vessel to a reviled prison.

Here is what remains of a lord who hungered for knowledge. He sought to expand the mind, to learn more than any tome or scroll could provide. He wished to solve the ancient mysteries and usher his people into a new age of knowledge and wisdom. With the power of the angels, he found libraries that were made by inhuman hands, with tomes that were filled with the language of the stars. He sought to devour these lost halls of primordial wisdom, but his inferior flesh held him back. The sea of knowledge that stood before him was too much for his mind to handle, as no man can bear such a burden alone. His greed refused to abandon such a treasure, and in the end, he ignored the very logic that he had worshiped. Now these ancient chambers sit barren and stripped, holding only a single, bound inhabitant. The power that once gave wisdom and insight had given in to greed and id. It had devoured the books that lined these walls, and when its inferior brain grew saturated and worthless, it turned to consuming its fellow man. Mind after mind, brain after brain, it filled these stolen vessels as it sought to hold the infinite knowledge of the universe. At the end of it all, it succeeded in holding all that the great halls had offered, but such a success was soon found to be nothing. The weight of its mind had grown too heavy, and its forsaken body would never move again. The halls that were believed to hold the key to mental freedom now served as an empty, crude prison. Even the gathered knowledge of the heavens came to nothing. The many swollen minds and alien words had long since drowned the old lord. What thoughts he once had were now lost within this endless sea. What use is infinite knowledge, when there is no man left to even wield it?

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This was a pretty fun design, though a bit on the nose