Nilonix
Nilonix reveled in his new power. Finally, Nilonix's hunger was satisfied, power drawn from knowledge enhanced with the stability of rock. But already, Nilonix could feel another desire. This time, it was not as destructive as Nilonix's crave before, in fact it was the very opposite; the yearning to create. Once, Nilonix was hollow, but now-
I am whole.
The declaration was spoken in nonsensical gibberish, yet all who heard it automatically knew the meaning behind the words. Nilonix used it's new-found power to create itself, well, itself. Nilonix envisioned itself; For the top, a glowing, blue and faceless humanoid created from constantly moving and changing words, holding forbidden knowledge that could drive insane those who looked too closely for their own good. Below it was a fleshy and bulbous mass, dark as pitch and covered with constantly appearing and disappearing eyes staring at every direction. This was supposed to be it, however, Nilonix did dark things to gain it's power, and that treachery would stain Nilonix's being until Nilonix was no more.
On Nilonix's back were wings, made out of the same substance as his lower half, complete with the countless eyes. On the tip of each of Nilonix's wings were talons, every one having eight toes pointing forward and two pointing backward, constantly trying to grab something, and not letting go when something is given to them unless under command by their master. And instead of a faceless and humanoid head, a blue crow head looked around at the gods and goddesses surrounding him.
My apologies for not contributing anything to your great battle, but I must be off. Farewell. Saying this, Nilonix turned around and flapped his wings once before flying back towards the Crystal Plains. A singular bit of power was all well and good, but Nilonix knew it needed more.