The Five Beasts...

Once a champion of civilization and a symbol of societal endurance, Burning Spice Cookie, now jaded towards history's ceaseless beginnings and endings, prevails over the war-torn Land of Spice with malicious abandon. He craves to reduce cultures to ashes purely for the thrill of it, all the while hardly valuing his own safety or that of his followers.

Burning Spice Cookie wields the power of Destruction, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Change he once held. He was the original owner of Golden Cheese Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon his descent into villainy.

Burning Spice Cookie is a vision of raw strength: he is a very tall, hulkingly muscular Cookie with a massive upper body and reasonably thick legs, giving him a top-heavy build. His dough is a rose-terracotta tone peppered with umber tattoos like tiger stripes. His hungry eyes, poised under a furrowed brow and lined in black, curling lashes, burn with fire in jasmine slit pupils and cooler red sclerae. Below lies a wicked grin of sharp teeth set in tarnished gold. Sinuous brands border his eyes symmetrically in pointed fronds as another sits at his forehead, acting as the base to his two grand antennae[2]. They erupt in stinging tongues of flame and likely represent his twisted divinity and power, as they come from his Ajna chakra (Sanskrit: आज्ञा), where Shiva (Sanskrit: शिव) has his third eye.

Burning Spice Cookie's hair is exceedingly long and drags on the ground beneath him. Its matted mass is an all-encompassing void of black compared to his otherwise fiery tones and sprawls away in wild strands.

The Great Destroyer wears little clothing and armor, conveying his confidence with such a lack of protection. His chest is bare save for his fire red, triangular Soul Jam, being emblematic of his status as a Beast and signaling to all his strength. It is flanked by fiendish, heath markings similar to those on his face. The one true garment on Burning Spice Cookie is a pītāmbari (Sanskrit: पीताम्बर) dhoti (Hindi: धोती), a silken, saffron yellow cloth attributed to Vishnu (Sanskrit: विष्णु)/Krishna (Sanskrit: कृष्ण) in Shaivism (Sanskrit: शैवसम्प्रदाय); it wraps his legs and is accompanied by a separate, ruby red waistband-loincloth hemmed with orange and secured with a golden buckle. Any extra adornment on his body is scant—a single bracelet coils around his left wrist and two slight plates of armor with a single spike each sit on his shoulders, all three elements being rendered in pale gold.

His weapon of choice is a menacing parashu (Sanskrit: paraśu) that stands even taller than its wielder. Its double blades curve like searing flames—one larger than the other—and stem from a red-hot starburst insignia. These blades can be shattered and restored at the Destroyer's will, seeming to be made from pure energy (or at least representing Burning Spice Cookie's power over Change). The axe's base is a long shaft with numerous sharp bevels, while the entire weapon glows with hellish heat and takes the colors of warm igneous rock and flowing magma.

Burning Spice Cookie, once known as the Herald of Change, fought to preserve civilization, and shaped the course of history, he was hailed as a hero. But overtime, he grew bored of how things bloom and wither over and over again, so he turned his soul to destruction to sate his boredom.

As the Beast of Destruction, Burning Spice Cookie's behavior reflects such, with his first act upon regaining a physical form being sending an army after the current owner of his Soul Jam. Most of his actions are all to stave off his boredom with his deep lust for carnage. To the Great Destroyer, both past and posterity have lost their meaning; the only worth left lies in the power to extinguish the world's lemmings that clings to inconsequential lives. Another thing that he finds entertaining is a good battle; he waited eons for an exciting fight with Golden Cheese Cookie and didn't care that he got his Soul Jam until he had a more challenging one with her. In truth, he craves what he views as true change: Utter domination over an enemy does not thrill him, for he has seen such a scenario countless times, however, being truly challenged or defeated seems to serve as a temporary reprieve for his boredom.

In his realm, Burning Spice Cookie rules over the Wild Spices with an iron fist, striking fear into its inhabitants, especially the Kulfi. His generals and soldiers, in return, pledge unwavering loyalty to him, knowing that opposition or failure of their duties can lead to their demise at his hands. Even so, Burning Spice Cookie does not show any sympathy to those who suffer because of him. Lacking empathy, Burning Spice Cookie does not care for the well-being of Cookies under his command, and is known to have reserved no mercy for those in his path of destruction, as he destroys ally and enemy alike without hesitation. This intense desire for thrill and brutality rages to the point that Burning Spice Cookie does not even care whether he wins a battle or not.

Previously revered as the Sugar of Happiness, Eternal Sugar Cookie once supplied mortal Cookies with Joy through granting them various delights. With time marching on and Cookies nonetheless falling to pain and despair, she began to believe that the world's fragile Cookies cannot achieve true Happiness in the infinite suffering of everyday life. Still claiming to be the Bringer of Happiness, Eternal Sugar Cookie now oversees the paradisaical Garden of Delights and works towards a day when all Cookies can live in blissful, indolent escapism free from deep thought and mundane worries.

Eternal Sugar Cookie wields the power of Sloth, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Happiness she once held. She was the original owner of Hollyberry Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon her descent into villainy.

Eternal Sugar Cookie is a slender Cookie with a gracile stature and pastel magenta dough. She has a pair of downturned, bubblegum-pink eyes with white slit pupils and long, droopy mulberry eyelashes that curl ever so slightly upwards at the ends. She has snow white eyeshadow resembling a swan's wings and thin eyebrows. She has a silver circlet with her bright magenta Soul Jam resting in the center, the sides of it curving upwards and morphing into two symmetrical shapes resembling miniature, stylized wings. A whipped halo floats above her head, white and shining with a light pink outline. She has a pair of wide wings resembling an angel, and underneath that set are smaller bat wings, which are purple and each have a baby blue heart inside. Eternal Sugar Cookie also has a magenta imp tail with spade tip at its end.

Eternal Sugar Cookie's hair is styled into thick, long, flowing ringlets that end in curled tips pointing inwards down to her ankles. She has two thinner bangs resting at the lower sides of her face that curl inwards. Two small, diamond-shaped tufts hang from them. Her hair is colored a light magenta that gradually turns into a deeper hue at the top, small white crystals serving as highlights on the bottom, middle, and top.

Eternal Sugar Cookie's outfit is rather simple, consisting of a monochiton with a deep V-neckline and some ruffles at the bottom. She wields a silver lyre with close to no details on it, either, which lends her garments a surprisingly humble look, despite her otherwise ethereal and elaborate features.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, once known as the beloved Sugar of Happiness, was baked by the Witches and granted the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her early purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to struggling Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and care. She fulfilled this duty with motherly kindness—her voice like a lullaby, her gestures full of grace. But over time, a grim realization crept in: no matter how much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. The Cookies would smile and then crumble.

Sugar of happiness sad The Sugar of Happiness, Eternal Sugar Cookie's original, primordial form

To her, this was failure. Their joy, she decided, was too fragile to be left in mortal hands. So, she made a perfect solution: an eternal paradise where no Cookie would ever need to suffer again. No change, no pain and only just stillness, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, tailored to her vision. And it would be enforced, not offered. In creating this static heaven, Sugar of Happiness lost herself. Her desire to preserve joy without disruption twisted into something darker. She fell, not into rage or cruelty unlike her friends, but into Sloth: the rejection of growth, the refusal to acknowledge pain, and the quiet silencing of anything that might disrupt the perfect image she had painted.

Originally revered as the master of the ancient Ivory Pagoda, Mystic Flour Cookie answered the wishes of countless Cookies in ages past. As time progressed, the avarices and uninterest from her followers prompted her to adopt a doctrine established on futility, believing that all aspirations are inconsequential and that the endgame for the world's growing pains is for Cookies to relieve themselves of their crumbly bodies and return to floury dust.

Mystic Flour Cookie wields the power of Apathy, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Volition she once held. She was the original owner of Dark Cacao Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon her descent into villainy.

Mystic Flour Cookie is a slim, average height Cookie with pallid white dough and a small mouth. Her eyes contain thin, vertical white pupils with gray sclerae that occasionally become pure black at her will. Each eye is each fringed with prominent, powder-white eyelashes, with the upper lashes fading to a slightly more tan shade on the outer edges. She is often seen with her eyes either closed or only partially opened. Mystic Flour Cookie has long white hair with soft, curved bangs angled inwardly and parted in the center by the wheat-shaped ornament containing her Soul Jam. The back sections of her hair are divided into two long tassels with a light brown cap covering the ends, resembling dripping dough and perhaps hearkening back to the elongated earlobes of the historical Buddha and of Bodhisattvas, which usually reflect spiritual authority. The upper section of her hair is tied into a bun on the top of her head, giving her veil its height and a place to rest.

Mystic Flour Cookie wears a hanfu (Simplified Chinese: 汉服; Traditional Chinese: 漢服) beizi suit (Chinese: 褙子套装) of pure white aside from her tan waist skirt, with her pibo levitating in the air around her and above her arms. She also wears a plain, off-white veil with one beige tassel on either side, resembling wheat kernels. The veil, secured by her hair, does not come into contact with her sides or arms and is long enough to rest against the floor. Mystic Flour Cookie's only other accessory is a golden necklace with three diamond shapes at the front. She does not appear to wear shoes.

Aside from discrepancies created by movement, Mystic Flour Cookie's attire and facial features are almost perfectly symmetrical. She is hardly even seen smiling or frowning, always wearing a neutral expression. She almost always maintains the abhayamudra hand gesture.

Mystic Flour Cookie was initially a kind, benevolent Cookie who diligently followed her beliefs and granted the wishes of all those who sought for her. However, as time went on, she grew increasingly overwhelmed with the sheer number of requests she received and disheartened by the Cookies' abandonment and disregard of her, instead becoming the jaded and apathetic being she is today. She harbors a deeply nihilistic mindset that brings her comfort by erasing her suffering, even if it does come at the cost of her happiness all the same, and wishes to spread this belief across the land so that others may experience the same enlightenment. While this has brought great harm unto others, Mystic Flour Cookie does not necessarily have malicious intent when doing so, instead truly believing that her actions are for the betterment of Cookiekind by freeing them from earthly desires and removing any sort of variability in their lives - good and bad.

Following her beliefs, Mystic Flour Cookie embraces the concept of apathy to her very core. She maintains a calm and aloof demeanor at all times, rarely expressing anything beyond neutrality, though this front has been shown to crack at times. These small glimpses into her true thoughts exemplifies her incredible levels of self control and restraint, as her emotions are still very much present but remain actively suppressed at all times. Most notably, Mystic Flour Cookie appears to harbor a great deal of spite and some twisted remnant of her original benevolence, as her main goals are to spread her message of apathy across the world and reclaim her original Soul Jam in the process. While this spite has mostly been directed towards Dark Cacao Cookie thus far, it is likely that she also feels a lingering bitterness towards Cookies for driving her into her cocoon, as many of her quotes mention distaste towards the greedy.

Heralded long ago as the benevolent Fount of Knowledge, Shadow Milk Cookie is the antithesis of what his Witch-given purpose once was: he is a malicious trickster who relishes in chaos, confusion, and inequity. This sly entertainer spends his immortality in the Spire of Deceit, gaily weaving untruths and scheming to release Earthbread from its shackles of virtue with his lackeys Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie. Behind his mask of mirth, however, lies a lonely soul whose disillusionment wore him down to the cruel, manipulative individual he is today.

Shadow Milk Cookie wields the power of Deceit, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Knowledge he once held. He was the original owner of Pure Vanilla Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon his descent into villainy.

Shadow Milk Cookie is a spindly, average height Cookie with powder blue dough and two differently colored eyes: one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. His mouth is sapphire blue and sly, having teeth which change between straight and sharp depending on his emotions. About his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped marking. He has white locks of hair near his face—two that fall against his forehead and one slicked back—azure curled sidelocks, and glossy, sharp, long hair in a dual-toned shadow and lapis style that resembles the extents of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that ogle onlookers and change to match his emotions.

Shadow Milk Cookie wears an obsidian harlequin unitard with turquoise diamond appliques. His sleeves take a bishop style, his right sleeve having a pale Columbia blue base and his left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside. Upon its lining are more gazing eyes. He wears his eye-like Soul Jam of Deceit as a brooch on his collar in the same place that Pure Vanilla Cookie wears his own Soul Jam. Shadow Milk Cookie also holds a jester hat split into black and cobalt halves, having a milk-splash crown about its rim and blueberry-shaped pompoms at its extending tassels. He holds a thin black staff with a blueberry eyeball handle and another milk design at its neck, its eye-like design being a direct reflection of Pure Vanilla Cookie's own orchid staff.

Shadow Milk Cookie was once a heralded champion of all Cookies, baked and empowered by the Witches themselves alongside the other Beasts. He was granted the divine Virtue of Knowledge, becoming known as the Fount of Knowledge. However, despite his nigh-omniscient perception of the world, he saw how Cookies often shied away from bitter Truths and chose to believe in sweet Deceits instead. Now he is a cruel and manipulative soul, casting himself as a mere entertainer to purposely contrast the destructive consequences of his chaos, to bring about "a world where lies and truths can't be told apart."

Shadow Milk Cookie is a theatrical villain, changing reality into an illusory counterfeit stage to host his performances. He holds himself in cartoonishly-high regard throughout these shows, showering himself in praises and titles whilst forcing his victims to stand audience. Unlike what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting bits of precious truth to entice his enemies to play along. However, such showmanship and promises of clarity primarily serve as a means for him to corrupt his victims with a deluge of poisonous ideas, slowly twisting their goals to his own ends. He relishes in making a spectacle of his enemies through his performances, battering them with bombastic lies interwoven with undeniable truths. Should opportunities to drive his hapless targets even further off the precipice of morality present themselves, Shadow Milk Cookie does not even hesitate to pursue them, even at the ultimate cost of his grand plans.

Known as the Devil of Silence and the Justiciar of Silence, Silent Salt Cookie stands alone and cares no longer for the world of Cookies. He wields the power of Silence, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Solidarity he once held. He was the original owner of White Lily Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon his descent into despair.

Silent Salt Cookie wields the power of Silence, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Solidarity they once held. They were the original owner of White Lily Cookie's Soul Jam, being stripped of it upon their descent into villainy.

The Devil of Silence is a tall and imposing figure. His helmet's shape evokes that of a skull, with two sharp eye slits and holes on its top to resemble a salt shaker, as well as an ever-burning plume at the back. His black armor is a literal shadow of his former self: jagged, large pauldrons rest heavy on his shoulders, accompanied by a horn-like gorget and a tattered yet blazing cape, and at its center, the chestplate contains the Soul Jam, the Light of Silence. It is an onyx gray with two lightning bolt shapes alongside it.