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Tormented the Guolh
Tormented the Guolh
The Angel Kerubi
Age: 11 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: December 31st, 2007
Adopted: 2 years, 2 weeks, 1 day ago
Adopted: February 7th, 2017
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 1
- Job: Unemployed
Divine revelation, they called it. Poets suddenly wrote about the beauty of love and nature, of the ephemeral world and everything in it. There were epic stories of adventure and romance, triumphant victories and dismal tragedies.
All these were granted as gifts from the angel of Inspiration.
His name was Malkhiel. God assigned to him the noble task of inspiring peace and goodness through the humanities, the arts and literature. For such a young soul to undergo such an endeavor was by no means an easy feat. And God did not let it go unrewarded. Rows of angels would trumpet in greeting as he would arrive back in the gates of heaven. Cherubs would fly around him, and the seraphim would burst in brilliant harmony.
Malkhiel was the glory of God.
But the folly of man brought him his downfall.
The passage of time brought with it changes in humankind that even divine assistance could not stop. It became difficult to penetrate the souls of men whose hearts were filled with nothing but greed and sin. The arts mattered less and less with each passing day.
Every day, the same rejection. Every day, the shame and embarrassment of going back to heaven without having inspired anyone haunted him. The angels would sing a little softer, and the cherubims would fly a little lower. It pained him deeply to be unable to do what God assigned of him. He did not want to fail.
And Malkhiel tried and tried again. But he soon got tired as he saw his work ignored and neglected. His efforts were wasted by the stubbornness of man, and his own thoughts became clouded by anger.
In this vulnerable state of Malkhiel, the Devil whispered into his ears a twisted solution. And soon, the people took his inspiration once more.
But now the poets wrote of great wars and battles, of the reality of death and disease. Stories were filled with the everlasting fires of hell and the wrath of God.
Men grabbed on to his corrupted thoughts like tar; they craved for more and more, and Malkhiel tried desperately to feed them all. Unable to control everything, Malkhiel soon became consumed by humanity’s own lust for power and hatred.
The gates of heaven barred Malkhiel from entering. Angels hid in the clouds and cherubs wept at his presence. The angel they once adored and loved with the everlasting love of God was no more.
Malkhiel was dead to them.
Humanity received hatred, anger, wrath… Malkhiel fed them all with violent and terrible thoughts. Once again, the Devil shouted at him, saying that he was much, much more powerful than these mere humans. And Malkhiel realized the sheer power he exercised over all of mankind.
With a sinister laugh, Malkhiel started torturing the people with ugly and grotesque hallucinations, of rotten carcasses and insane apparitions. These visions became the death of many men whose own minds could not comprehend them. Out of a malevolent whim, the deranged souls of the victims were collected by Malkhiel.
And every day, the number of souls he snatched from the land below increased. These became his trophies of power, and the Devil was pleased.
Every day, Malkhiel corrupted the lives of many men.
And he did not stop.
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