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Entry 4
god forgive me for what I've done.
I could no longer resist, I have read the scroll. At first, I was only going to take a little peek to satisfy my growing curiosity, but as I unrolled the scroll, the aura took possession of me and I started racing the scroll. However, the further I read, something inside me started to stir and change, but I can't tell what.

The scroll contained something called Black Magic, but it was all new to me, and feet it appeared as it had always existed. The Black Magic forced me to keep reading, and soon some of the most horrible spells were recorded in my brain, and I had the feeling I would never forget them no matter how hard I tried. I attempted to put the scroll away, but it didn't let me.

Each word. Each sentence. Each paragraph sent jolts of pain to my heart and brain, I was disobeying the High One, and I was very... I don't even know what I was feeling. I had never committed a fault, but the few occasions I did, I was repentant and asked the Lord for his forgiveness. But after this damn scroll influenced me, there was another, previously unknown feelings in my entire being, was it... pride? I couldn't distinguish it.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the scroll finally lost its aura and I was free. However, before I could do something about it, the scroll was suddenly consumed by black fire and its ashes vanish into thin air. I became worried, but soon I was relieved that at least there were no proofs that would accuse me of... 'stealing' a Forbidden scroll.
That scroll has affected me in some way, but I can't figure out how, I am too exhausted to think about it. I shall go to sleep and I will try to discover what has happened to me early in the morning.

Entry 5
Today things have changed.

Instead of the usual joy I felt for serving the Lord, I felt like I was being used, like a slave. That scroll affected me more than I thought, I'm afraid. I even went as far as to ask other Angels to do some of my daily chores for me, and they were glad to help. I snickered, something which I never did, for it was an obvious sign of mock.

Another thing that has happened is that I've been hearing voices all day, but I can't figure out where they come from. When I noticed that the other Angels could not hear them, I realized the voices were in my head. They often whispered that I didn't have to serve the Lord, that he should be the one serving me. I shook the thought off immediately, but the voices haunted me with the same words.

When I looked at my reflection in one of the crystal clear fountains, I felt something else in my heart. Usually I didn't feel anything when looking at a simple reflection, but this time I started examining myself. The shining white scales, the golden hair, the diamond blue eyes, the perfect proportions... I felt proud of being such a beautiful and perfect creature, but now my pride was starting to evolve dangerously. It was no longer the pride for being one self, but the pride of being a 'superior' being, with perfection in every part of his body.

I can't stand it! I wish I had never taken that scroll of the Forbidden Writings in the first place! I shall return to my chambers to get some rest... although I feel like I don't deserve it.

Entry 6
I think I'm losing my mind.

When I returned to my chambers, the scroll of Black Magic that had started all of this was back where I last left it. Impossible, I thought, I saw how it destroyed itself. The dark aura attracted me to the scroll again, but this time, instead of pain, I felt... pleasure. As if my heart and soul belonged to the scroll now. However, this time there were different spells on the scroll; Black Magic spells, but different altogether.

I practically devoured the scroll's spells, and as soon as I was done reading, the scroll disappeared in black fire once again. I guess it's some kind of security measure, so that it wouldn't be found by any other than me. As I walked towards my bed, I realized there were white feathers on my rug. My feathers.

I had never lost feathers, so when I spotted them I was simply horrified, and then I saw something else... blonde hairs. Great, I'm becoming bald. It must be a secondary effect of the black magic, but I don't really care if I become bald. It's just some feathers and hair, I thought, surely they will grow back again.

Entry 7
How wrong I was.

As days pass, a more feathers and hairs leave my wings and head, and thee's nothing I can do. Every night, the scroll returns to me, and I read it. I learn everything it has to offer me, the aura has started not only to please me, but it has started to cloud my mind with questions I would have never asked myself.

Why did I serve Him? Why didn't He serve me? Why should such a beautiful, perfect being like me save a... being like him? Why shouldn't I take whatever is outside the Pearly Gates for me, and me alone?

The voices in my head were becoming more and more frequent; now they not only spoke when I was doing my 'tasks', but also at night, when I was sleeping. They showed visions of what everything would be like if I ruled instead of Him. Everything would be so much better and beautiful and perfect. If only I could overthrow Him... but for that, I would need help.

I would have to convince my fellow angels to rise up against Him. But I know this would prove a hard task, for all Angels were loyal to the lord. But perhaps if I show them how Heaven would be If I ruled in His place, they would understand my motives. If I gave them a taste of Black Magic, they would embrace it and accept it as I have. But if I played my cards cautiously, perhaps I would get Annabelle to join me as well. I not only estimated very much, I loved her. She was my everything, the first being I loved other than Him.

But no more.

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Entry 4
god forgive me for what I've done.
I could no longer resist, I have read the scroll. At first, I was only going to take a little peek to satisfy my growing curiosity, but as I unrolled the scroll, the aura took possession of me and I started racing the scroll. However, the further I read, something inside me started to stir and change, but I can't tell what.

The scroll contained something called Black Magic, but it was all new to me, and feet it appeared as it had always existed. The Black Magic forced me to keep reading, and soon some of the most horrible spells were recorded in my brain, and I had the feeling I would never forget them no matter how hard I tried. I attempted to put the scroll away, but it didn't let me.

Each word. Each sentence. Each paragraph sent jolts of pain to my heart and brain, I was disobeying the High One, and I was very... I don't even know what I was feeling. I had never committed a fault, but the few occasions I did, I was repentant and asked the Lord for his forgiveness. But after this damn scroll influenced me, there was another, previously unknown feelings in my entire being, was it... pride? I couldn't distinguish it.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the scroll finally lost its aura and I was free. However, before I could do something about it, the scroll was suddenly consumed by black fire and its ashes vanish into thin air. I became worried, but soon I was relieved that at least there were no proofs that would accuse me of... 'stealing' a Forbidden scroll.
That scroll has affected me in some way, but I can't figure out how, I am too exhausted to think about it. I shall go to sleep and I will try to discover what has happened to me early in the morning.

Entry 5
Today things have changed.

Instead of the usual joy I felt for serving the Lord, I felt like I was being used, like a slave. That scroll affected me more than I thought, I'm afraid. I even went as far as to ask other Angels to do some of my daily chores for me, and they were glad to help. I snickered, something which I never did, for it was an obvious sign of mock.

Another thing that has happened is that I've been hearing voices all day, but I can't figure out where they come from. When I noticed that the other Angels could not hear them, I realized the voices were in my head. They often whispered that I didn't have to serve the Lord, that he should be the one serving me. I shook the thought off immediately, but the voices haunted me with the same words.

When I looked at my reflection in one of the crystal clear fountains, I felt something else in my heart. Usually I didn't feel anything when looking at a simple reflection, but this time I started examining myself. The shining white scales, the golden hair, the diamond blue eyes, the perfect proportions... I felt proud of being such a beautiful and perfect creature, but now my pride was starting to evolve dangerously. It was no longer the pride for being one self, but the pride of being a 'superior' being, with perfection in every part of his body.

I can't stand it! I wish I had never taken that scroll of the Forbidden Writings in the first place! I shall return to my chambers to get some rest... although I feel like I don't deserve it.

Entry 6
I think I'm losing my mind.

When I returned to my chambers, the scroll of Black Magic that had started all of this was back where I last left it. Impossible, I thought, I saw how it destroyed itself. The dark aura attracted me to the scroll again, but this time, instead of pain, I felt... pleasure. As if my heart and soul belonged to the scroll now. However, this time there were different spells on the scroll; Black Magic spells, but different altogether.

I practically devoured the scroll's spells, and as soon as I was done reading, the scroll disappeared in black fire once again. I guess it's some kind of security measure, so that it wouldn't be found by any other than me. As I walked towards my bed, I realized there were white feathers on my rug. My feathers.

I had never lost feathers, so when I spotted them I was simply horrified, and then I saw something else... blonde hairs. Great, I'm becoming bald. It must be a secondary effect of the black magic, but I don't really care if I become bald. It's just some feathers and hair, I thought, surely they will grow back again.

Entry 7
How wrong I was.

As days pass, a more feathers and hairs leave my wings and head, and thee's nothing I can do. Every night, the scroll returns to me, and I read it. I learn everything it has to offer me, the aura has started not only to please me, but it has started to cloud my mind with questions I would have never asked myself.

Why did I serve Him? Why didn't He serve me? Why should such a beautiful, perfect being like me save a... being like him? Why shouldn't I take whatever is outside the Pearly Gates for me, and me alone?

The voices in my head were becoming more and more frequent; now they not only spoke when I was doing my 'tasks', but also at night, when I was sleeping. They showed visions of what everything would be like if I ruled instead of Him. Everything would be so much better and beautiful and perfect. If only I could overthrow Him... but for that, I would need help.

I would have to convince my fellow angels to rise up against Him. But I know this would prove a hard task, for all Angels were loyal to the lord. But perhaps if I show them how Heaven would be If I ruled in His place, they would understand my motives. If I gave them a taste of Black Magic, they would embrace it and accept it as I have. But if I played my cards cautiously, perhaps I would get Annabelle to join me as well. I not only estimated very much, I loved her. She was my everything, the first being I loved other than Him.

But no more.