Essence of theFallen

The fluid in the vial shines a brilliant (but slightly murky?) gold. By drinking from this Essence you become a Fallen Angel, a being of vast power and little in the way of rules to follow as you cast off your heavenly duties and took the free will that your Father championed for yourself.

• Your appearance is indescribably beautiful, inspiring even middling artists into creating works of immortalized passion and pagan gods of lust into bitter, inescapable envy. Your wings, radiant as they once were, now so black they look like they swallow all light.

• The Lightbringer wasn't the only one to fall to pride, as you excelled over your brethren in all physical and metaphysical attributes, even over the Archangels themselves, and are capable of wiping out whole pantheons of pagan gods easily and on your lonesome.

• The knowledge and secrets of the physical and metaphysical existence are known and understood in their entirety, with the nature of existence and its concepts laid bare for you to leverage as you please: creating the grandest of magics or designing machines so advanced and sophisticated you'd think that they were magic. It also comes with a not small amount of authority over reality's concepts and the ability to manipulate them to a higher level than any pagan gods could with their domains, only your most glorious Father, Him in the Silver Citadel, has better mastery of concepts than you. Of course He would, He made them after all~.

• With your age, one that predates the notion of Time itself, it shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that you've accrued obscenely vast amounts of experience in damn near every walk of life or profession; from raising kings and emperors to fighting, ruling, scheming, manipulating, politics, teaching, etc. with all the other sorts of skills expected of a being as ancient and as storied as you are.

• You know the Sins, and while not born from them as demon kind are, you can certainly use them as if you were a Prince Of The Pit or even your dear elder brother and Father's not so secret favorite.

• Your charisma and charm are so potent that tempting the most stalwart of hearts, iron of wills and unbreakable faiths to your ways of thinking and purposes is trivially easy when you put your mind towards it.

• Your proficiency in manipulating others and plotting is second to none, literally because Father didn't need to plot or scheme when reality and everyone in it was keen to jump when He so much as whistled. Not that He ever did mind you. You could cook up plans that last over epochs of time and can with the right words in the right ears at the right time incite anyone to think and act as you desire them to.

• Light, scents and molecular vibrations? The senses of mortals sure are limited~ you see and perceive more than just what 5 measly mortal senses would allow: perceiving souls, energy, true characters, truth from lies, the machinations of fate and destiny, the ebb of space and flow of time, the thoughts others try so desperately to hide as well as all their emotions and intents.

• You can be killed, but death is temporary for you, resurrecting days after your death and fit as a fiddle, ready to absolutely ruin some poor bastard's day for laying their hands on you~.