Falling
Falling is what happens when a higher being or a mortal tied to one suffers such a deep break in their mind that their power becomes poisoned by their own emotions. Negative feelings begin to seep in, corrupting them from within, slowly rotting away the soul.
It’s the most excruciating thing any living being can endure. Your own tainted power turns against you, eating at your very essence, the very core of who you are. Bit by bit, you feel yourself being burned away. It’s like dying… only slower. Agonizingly slow. Like death at a snail’s pace.
And yet, that corrupted power feels good. Too good. Like a drug you can’t quit. It hurts, but it gives you something, lets you do something with the rage, with the pain. Finally, you can unleash it. The more you use it, the more it feeds itself, amplifying the rush, the high and the hole inside you grows. You chase it anyway. You need to. It's a vicious, addictive loop.
Until eventually, you’re drowning in it. Lost in it. Fallen so far into the abyss that there's nothing left of who you used to be.
All that remains in the end... is a ravenous monster.