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So, I'm writing a series of books based off of the world of Freilia, a high-fantasy land with its own pantheon of Gods (Angels) and races and what-not. There are eighteen different Angels, 6 "good", 6 "neutral", and 6 "evil". I plan to write a short story for each of them.
So far, I've written four stories. The Angels of Love, Time, Death, and Mind. I've felt kind of... iffy about all of them, but I've decided to upload Mind today and see what you guys thought about it. I'll probably rework it later to my liking, as well as the others, but for now, let's see what you guys think about it.
The Angels of Freilia - Angel of Mind
Descent
Books and journals littered the grand library, from top to bottom they were everywhere. Sometimes organized into tidy piles, other times they were strewn at seemingly random. Nonetheless, this was the location that the Angel of Mind often spent his days, reading in his library and simply thinking.
The Angel loved to think. He was quite the philosopher, and would spent days and even years in his library, simply wondering and thinking. His thoughts often mirrored those of humanity, and as such during the first hundred years of Freilia’s existence, he was very calm and optimistic.
He appeared as an aged man, yet still lively and vibrant like the minds of the young race of man. He had a bald gleaming head and a long thin face that had a great beard that came down to a point. He wore bright colorful clothing, robes of various shades and hues that reached down to his feet. His face always bore a small smile, and his mind always bore fruit.
One day the Angel of Mind was inside his cluttered library, writing down his thoughts in one of his numerous journals when the Angel of Wisdom knocked on his door. The two Angels were best of friends, and often worked together on projects and ideas. He stood and welcomed her inside, “Welcome, Fearion... Is there something you wish to tell me?” He smiled at her, and sat back down, hands crossed over his lap.
After Fearion had given her greetings, she said, “Yes, my friend.... I would like your thoughts on the current events that are about to take place.”
“What events are these?” He stroked his beard, and returned to writing, but continuing to pay attention to his guest at the same time.
“Surely you have heard of the accusations against Schrull!” Fearion looked shocked. The Angel of Mind often knew what was going on, due to his realm of rule. He heard the thoughts of man, and thus could often tell if something was different. But this was such an extreme case that it was entirely surprising: The Angel of Darkness was accused of cursing Humanity. Very heavy charges.
“Ohhh, yes, I remember...” He nodded, “Yes, I’m sorry Fearion... my... thoughts have been muddled recently.” he moved his hands around actively as he spoke: it often helped him keep his thoughts on track, “The thoughts of Man have been.... different. I don’t really know how to place it, but it’s been... unsettling, and it’s making it harder to focus.” He shook his head, “Bah, I’ll be fine.”
He stood, setting the journal aside and said, “Yes, I’ve heard these accusations... as for my thoughts on them, I can only say I would not be surprised about Schrull’s treachery if it weren’t for one thing....”
“What is that?” Fearion asked, standing as well.
“...Why did the Architect not forsee it?”
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The Angel’s thoughts were proven true: Schrull did indeed betray his creator, along with the Angels of Fire and Trust. They became Evil, which half the other Angels swore to fight them off and became known as the Good Gods, Fearion one of them. However, Mind decided to stay neutral in the matter, simply becoming the God of Mind.
It was getting much more difficult to control his realm. It seemed like the thoughts were getting out of control. His libraries were becoming much more disorderly, and the God was losing his original personality. Whenever Fearion would visit him, she would no longer find the kindly scholar she once knew. At times he was his usual self, but at other times he seemed overly stressed, and snapped at anyone who talked to him.
To help ease the burden of having to oversee the increasingly darkened thoughts of mankind, the God created other Angels to help him in his work: They took the form of colorfully clothed scholars, much like their lord. Their leader was the Archangel of Mind: Matthias, a tall long haired Angel with an incredible fondness for books. He would often stay in the libraries and read the thoughts and ideas that had passed through existence since its creation.
This helped lighten the God’s load, for a time. This was before the Godswar had even started, however, when the corruption of Man was simply starting to show itself. Indeed, as the years passed and Man started to grow more pronounced, so did the Evil thoughts that sprouted within their minds. These thoughts found their way to the mind of the God, until finally he reached his breaking point.
The God was already in an obviously bad mood, worse than he usually was those days: He was pouring over a tome, when finally he could take it no longer. With an inhuman scream, he threw the book across the library, where it hit Matthias. The force of the throw caused Matthias to fly out the window behind him where he fell out of the Mind God’s realm.
Stricken by what he had done, this only strengthened the insanity that began to grow inside the God. He grasped his head with his hands, fell to his knees, and screamed. He screamed, and screamed, and all his Angels could do was look at him with bewilderment and confusion. Finally, at the end of his fit, he collected himself, and jumped out of the already broken window of his Great Library.
The God of Mind fell to Freilia from his realm. He fell silently, shedding his clothes and his sanity as he went. He clawed at his face, ripped at his beard until it was ragged and misshapen. His eyes were wide and filled with horror. And yet, as he fell from the light of the Architect, he mouth began to change. It turned from his stricken frown to a small smirk. Then from that smile to a grin. In the end, as the God struck the ground, his mouth was twisted into a horrific mockery of a bright laughing smile.
He hit the ground at the tallest point on the world: A place that would become known as the Mountain of Delusion, or Delusia. He made his home there, amongst the Mortals, but by this point he had completely lost everything he once had: He had no amount of his past personality, and could not even truly tell who he was anymore. He was everyone, he was everything, he was the product of all the corrupted twisted thoughts that had passed through him since the war started. And he loved it.
He let out a twisted scream, and reached out towards a close race: The Dwarves. A clan of the Dwarves, the Dar’charn Clan, all at once stopped their mining and their work. Their minds snapped in unison, and they lost all thought and singular existence. They were one entity, existing only to serve their Insane God. They took a pilgrimage to the Dark Mountain, and lived in it as his Dark Dwarves.
The God of Insanity would become accepted tentatively into the ranks of the other Evil Gods: He was a wild card. They could not easily command him to do their bidding, as he would simply do what he wanted anyway. Despite this, it seemed like what he wanted to do was similar to their ideas, so they left him to his own devices. He carved out a mountain home for himself and his dwarves.
And as his mindless servants worked around him, he could only sit on his throne of desecrated books and grin.
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