Просто удивительно - in a good way - насколько аффтары are consistent about how a fallen god feels on our reality. Респект!

Происхождение:
GLORY:
Glory and two of her fellow Hellgods ruled one of the particularly nastier demon dimensions.
Along with the Beast, they were a triumvirate of suffering and despair, ruling with equal vengeance. But the power of the Beast grew beyond even what they could conceive -- as did her lust for pain and misery. They looked upon her, what she had become... and trembled.
Such was her power. They feared she would attempt to seize the dimension for herself, and decided to strike first. A great battle erupted. The very bowels of Hell trembled as the war of the gods spanned a thousand years. In the end, they stood victorious over the Beast - barely. She was cast out, banished to this "lower" plane of existence, forced to live and ultimately die trapped within the body of a mortal, a newborn male,
created as her prison. Her own living Hell. That was her punishment.
ILLYRIA:
It's called Illyria, a great monarch and warrior of the demon age murdered by rivals and left adrift in the Deeper Well.
I lived 7 lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god.
I was the immaculate embodiment of rule.
When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension? - I traveled all of them as I pleased.

Отношение к теперешнему существованию:
GLORY:
You know, when you think about it, I'm the victim here. First off, I don't even want to be here. And I'm not talking about this room or
this city or this state or this planet. I'm talking about the whole mortal coil now, you know? It's disgusting! The food... the clothes... the people. I could crap a better existence than this.
ILLYRIA:
I can't live with these walls. I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real.
All I am is what I am.
Now... I'm trapped... on a roof. Just one roof... in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf.
This fate is worse than death. Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory.

Издержки теперешнего существования:
GLORY:
She's tough, yeah, but no bolts of lightening or blasts of fire.
Being in human form must be severely limiting her powers. All we have to worry about now is her being immortal, invulnerable, and on the constant brink of insanity.
The way I see it, living in our world is affecting her mentally.
ILLYRIA:
She is unstable. Overloading, to be more accurate. The fusion between her demon essence and her host's body seems to be deteriorating. It's as if the human part of her can no longer contain the demonic power within.
I possess so much grace, more grace than this bag of sticks could express.
Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory.
She won't be stopping time... or walking through dimensions. And I suspect her physical strength has decreased somewhat.
Her powers have been greatly reduced. She still has an unusual level of strength, but is no longer invulnerable or able to alter time.

Отношение к эмоциям:
GLORY:
But I'm not supposed to feel guilty. I'm not supposed to feel anything. I'm, I'm ... I'm a god. I'm above it.
ILLYRIA:
This is grief. I'm watching human grief. It's like offal in my mouth.
Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh. I couldn't tolerate it from them as well.

И даже внешние метаморфозы!
GLORY:
She's found a way to escape her mortal prison for brief periods before her energies are exhausted and she's forced back into her living cell of meat and bone.
ILLYRIA:
It's a simple modulation of my form. I appear as I choose.
(+we all know how this develops in the comic books)

TO SUM UP - COOOOOL!! ))))