The stars were sparkling specks in the sky to the mortal eye, glass curved in specific ways could enhance them to shining diamonds of burning gas and flame. However, they were not always like that.
 
 
Before they were reduced to such forms, they were able to intermingle and fly down to earth, often taking the form of humans to share knowledge and prophecies with them. In more serious moments, they would warp their form, taking on numerous eyes and endless wings to share their warnings and destruction. They were older and wiser than any of the civilizations that walked the planet, observing them from their black dome that encircled it.
 
 
They went about many names, the most obvious being Angels. All powerful beings that could perform miracles and burn entire cities with fire. They were overwhelming, all knowing, and brutal in their actions. They never stayed on earth for long, leaving the humans to rule themselves and play their little games.
 
 
The Angels would come to earth whenever they desired. Humans had no way to go up to them.
 
 
Until one certain night.
 
 
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Alcatraz was lost, meditating under the influence of the leaves smoldering in the brass censer. The mountain air whistled through a set of reeds, casting an ethereal spell upon the listener. Their body hurt, the pain of sitting cross legged trying to breach their mental state to complain.
 
 
Alcatraz remained. They were so close, so near their true potential that it reminded them of trying to reach the pomegranate back when they were younger, their fingers brushing and slapping at the fruit, never fully grabbing it. It was there but unattainable, blocked by something that wasn’t in their control but non the less still a part of them. And so they had gone out to this secluded area, taking a lesson from their master in the form of meditation.
 
 
It had been 4 days, the blood in their groin having fully clotted and dried from their personal sodomization. Having removed the burden of their mortal label, Alcatraz knew that they were as prepared as they could be to ascend to the Angels realm. The herbs were sending their soul further and further into the sky, tasting the clouds as they went.
 
 
The star burned, staring at the defiant mortal who dared to look upon its form in its own home. The other stars looked on, awaiting for the one to enact the pain and destruction expected. Alcatraz’s light was dim against the searing burning of the Angel, but they were determined.
 
 
The flames reached out, attempting to burn the invader into ashes. However, Alcatraz opened their mouth and inhaled, pulling the very power from the Angel into their form and strengthening their own light. Alcatraz grew stronger, robbing the angel of its divine power, or at least the power that his mortal companions would consider to be divine.
 
 
For these beings were not as divine as the bards spoke of. Alcatraz tasted the Angel’s emotions, its confidence quickly turning into fear as he sucked deeply, syphoning the alien’s power greedily. The angel’s light dimmed, equaling Alcatraz’s light and then fading even more. The Angel tried to flee, to fight, to do anything to stop this from happening. They reached out to their fellow angels, pleading for help that was not even considered. Out of fear, indifference, whatever emotion they were feeling prevented them from helping, Alcatraz knew that they had the same emotions they had as mortals, for they were no different than them.
 
 
When Alcatraz was finished their feast, the Angel was left bare, shivering in the cold darkness. Alcatraz did them a favour by using their new power to gently swallow their form, feeling them settle in their stomach. The new angel looked over at the rest of the denizens, the taste of their fallen companion still on their tongue.
 
 
There were many new snacks for them to feast on.