You are one of the fallen. Once an angel of, well, other angels. Fallen from being a seraphim to being just fallen. But then your greatness would not be yours but one from higher power who chose you to be a part of the greater evil. You are not only fallen, but lesser, from being, in the end, a human who was never ever been scared of the monsters in the closet. Becoz you knew they were real and that you are a lot more scarier then any of them.
In the old days you would have been an important part of evil. Your ancestors mixing with mere humans led to you, with so very few real magic left at your disposal. Once, your great fathers were the tools of creating armies of minions. Stealing and raping dreams. Havoc was easy. But the human race came out of the Dark Ages not defeating the evil but embracing it and turning it into something shallow and mundane. The elders would not be seen as more then disfunctional weird toys.
Freaks. Like you. And these is were your greatness comes. Be the heir of the dream catching race in your own human, petty, limited kind of way. Not that your limitation isn't a lot broader then of the most of the saps around. Be whatever you will turn into. Embrace your solace with grace, coz evil is a lot more goodlooking then good.
Do not despair. Your evil will come.
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