Absolutely power corrupts absolutely, and even angels are no exception to this. Puraniisil was an angel of swift justice. Agile with her two pronged pike, blessed by the Makers, nothing could stand against her, not until she came up against the Queas'cith, a giant predator of enormous power and destruction, laying waste to human villages and cities in its path. Puraniisil fought the creature for 3 days, the land forever scarred from their long battle. When the dust had settled, the Queas'cith lay lifeless. Deep inside, Puraniisil could feel its great power pulsing, whispering, calling to her. "This monster was born from evil, best to leave it be." Her resolve was strong, but the urge grew stronger, the desire increased, almost unbearably so. I could...use this power for good. Imagine the lives I could save, I could change the world such a power. She reached her hand into the carapace of the dead beast and grasped its heart. The surge she felt was euphoric, enlightening, overwhelming even, but then it quickly changed to pain, fear, and then darkness took her. From that day, Puraniisil was never the same.
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