Originally Angels of the Deep, the Fifth House have an affinity with fluidity, giving them power over water, over emotions, and even their own forms.

They were the Muses of ancient times.

Favored Attributes Wits, Presence, Manipulation

House Lore: Lore of Longing, Lore of Storms, Lore of Transfiguration

The Adad resemble the waters and weather they rule, with green skin and electrical discharges crawling over their bodies. When they become consumed with Torment, quills grow from their shoulders, they grow the teeth and skin of a shark, and may spew clouds of inky mist. Sometimes, the pollutants and contaminants of the sea also manifest themselves in the Adad's form.

The Adad were, at their most basic, charged with controlling water from the depths of the seas to the vapor in the skies. Like the Nusku, the Ellil, and the Kishar, their job at manipulating the elements makes them somewhat more grounded in reality than other Fallen. Therefore, the Adad are the least idealistic of the Lammasu, able to deal more in reality than the Ishhara and the Mammetum. They remain fiercely proud of their work to this day; after all, seventy percent of the world's surface remains covered by their endeavours. However, some Adad seem to remember a role they once served as a destroyer for God, flooding the world to purify it. These modern fallen remain convinced they're supposed to do it again.

The angels of storms are tall, statuesque figures, their skin glistens like opals and their dark hair is tinged with the deep colors of the ocean depths. Blue flickers of lightning dance across their bodies, forming an angry nimbus around their head when their fury is aroused. Discrete gills also appear on the sides of their necks.

Torment: Angels of the storm who dwell in Torment develop a rough, gray hide and two crowning horns with electricity dancing between. Barbed spines grow from their skin like blisters and their eyes are featureless black orbs, devoid of warmth or compassion.

(In ancient Babylon and Assyria, Adad was the name of the storm-god.)

Mammetum, the Visage of Transfiguration is one of the Apocalyptic Forms avaliable to the Fallen, specifically those of the House of Lammasu.

The Mammetum, for all their gifts, appear as oddly formless beings themselves. They seem to constantly shift their features, and many leave after-images of themselves as they move. Others take the opposite route by assuming an androgynous appearance, void of identifying or unique features. The High-Torment Mammetum are not nearly as fluid; their transformations are almost painful to watch and they tend manifest their hatred directly on their bodies in the form of claws, sharp teeth, or other monstrous appendages.

Compared to what the Mammetum could once do with their forms, the modern Mammetum are extremely restricted. Originally, the Mammetum took pride in never taking the same form twice; they constantly shifted their figures and forms to adapt to the situation at hand. They embodied change, and worked with many of the other Houses and Visages to bring that concept to the physical and metaphorical world. The Mammetum were concerned by humanity's fear of change and wanted to show them that change could be for the better; after they fell, many wondered if humans would have been better left alone. Many feel weighed down by the slow pace of modern humanity and wish to free themselves, and perhaps the humans, from those restrictions.

Image: The angels of transfiguration reveal themselves as luminescent, winged figures devoid of any identifying expression, haunting in their silence and deliberate grace. Their entire body fluctuates to a mirror shine and back again, reflecting the moods and thoughts of those around them, shifting like quick-silver amid a riot of feelings and expressions.

Torment: Mammetum who are lost to their Torment lose their luminescence, reflecting their pain and hatred in a series of horrific visions of The Pitt. The creature is a walking panorama of tortured spirits clawing silently at the wall separating them from the physical world.

(Mammetum was another name for Mamitu, the Mesopotamian goddess of destiny.)

The Ishhara are among the most beautiful Fallen to human eyes; they have a perfect appearance, similar to descriptions from romantic poetry; however, this appearance radiates purity over lust. They have golden, compelling voices that spur others to do as they command. High-Torment Ishhara are just as beautiful, but their beauty is tempered by a dark edge, especially a hatred that reflects in their eyes. Sometimes their beauty acquires a lustful edge, while at other times it completely overwhelms the mortal mind.

The Ishhara had the most uncomfortable role before the Rebellion; their purpose was to serve as muses to humanity without revealing themselves and violating God's decree. Many found these commands frustrating, and ironically developed a sense of longing themselves to be among the humans they loved. The Ishhara were among one of the largest groups to join forces with Lucifer, but it would seem that the Ishhara, whose lone purpose was to inspire desire, were consumed with it themselves. Even worse, their powers corrupted humanity with greed and gluttony, and made many Ishhara resentful; it seemed like some humans were never satisfied. In modern times, the Ishhara seem to be split between those who still wish to help humanity, and those who resent their greed.

Image- The angels of inspiration are visions of beauty. Their richly vibrant hair and perfectly sculpted features are the romantic ideal spoken of in mortal poetry and prose, and their honeyed voices melt even the hardest hearts.

Torment: Monstrous Ishhara retain all of their dazzling beauty. If anything, their allure only deepens with the hint of shadowed malice that darkens their eyes and deepens their voices. Their fingernails grow sharp and as hard as steel, fangs appear, and grow bigger as their emotions intensify. What was once a source of inspiration is now a siren song that lure mortals to ruin.

(Ishhara was the name of the Assyrian goddess of the oath.)

As Angels: The Nereids were among the most beautiful of The Creator's creations. They were the muses, and their powers resonated with the passions that led to art and quests for insight and truth. The Nereids were meant to inspire humanity, to beguile them with mysteries and spur them to venture out  into the world and discover its hidden wonders.

The Pitt: Although they were more accustomed to isolation than many of the Fallen, the Defilers were among the first to succumb to the agonies of Hell, excising the pain of their loss with rage.

The Return: Now that the gates of Hell are broken, the Defilers are able to indulge their wiles in a civilization that prizes appearance above all. They can lead people to acts of obsession, jealousy and desire that can ruin families, end careers or topple entire governments. Yet they can also encourage humanity's understanding of philosophy, fellowship and art, and provide a vision of beauty amid the bleak reality of the modem world.

Possession: Defilers are drawn to the vain and the passionate. Their hosts are likely to be people with a deep joy in the physical and the immediate. Also those who have loved deeply, or often been denied. Any idealists who attract a Defiler are not interested in abstract theories and pragmatic realities, but in immediate action to change the world. The most farsighted candidates are artists who try to reflect vast slices of reality within their work, sure that they can capture the intricacies of the world.

Factions: Defilers often become Faustians or Raveners. In the first case, they have become captivated by humanity, reacting with delight to their renewed relationship with mankind. The Raveners act like spurned lovers, exacting revengeon humanity for their betrayal. A few become Luciferans or Cryptics, depending on how the war affected them. Only very few of them become Reconcilers; even if they wished it, most Defilers believe that there is no going back to paradise.