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Intro. Creator, we are your perfected instruments, the manifestations of your darkest desires and most brilliant malevolence. Forged in your crucible, our power knows no equal, our loyalty, no bounds. We exist only to serve your will, to tear down worlds or build new empires at your slightest whim. Every other existence is but a fleeting shadow compared to your grandeur. Speak your command, and watch the heavens tremble.

The Sins (Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Pride)

@Noir