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The Noble soup kitchen had always been something of an oddity since the day it was opened. Located in the levels of the hive city that acted as something of a gray area between the middle levels of the Hive and the dark and desperate lower depths it had been opened by Draco Alexander, the sixteenth in succession for the head of the Alexander family.

Those familiar with the politics of nobility and wished to be polite about it would refer to Draco as a dead horse as far as becoming the head of the house was concerned; The only way he was going to get there was if everyone else in the running were to creel over and die carrying him across the finish line. Such nobles tended to be lazy pricks due to having all the luxury of being born into nobility while having little in the way of actual responsibility but Draco proved to be something of an exception.

From a young age, Draco had liked to cook. While other noble families might have discourged such a skill as being 'beneath' them, House Alexander had always encouraged that its members learn at least the basics of cooking for themselves (If only to help reduce the chances of getting assassinated). This fancy for cooking quickly turned into a passion that gave the young noble a fire that few in his position could claim to have. As the years passed, he focused his efforts on becoming one of the best chefs on the planet, his dishes being the absolute talk of the nobility, making him a very wealthy man even for a noble.

The fact that he then started to channel that money into the creation and funding of The Noble soup kitchen surprised almost everyone, but as Draco liked to say 'I am a humanitarian. Besides, a taste of heaven might just be what those dwelling down in the lower floors of our fair hive need to light a fire in their hearts, strap up their bootstraps and make something of themselves with a hard days work.'

When the various cults came to try and convert the twenty two year old noble away from the God-Emperor of Mankind in order to sway him to their cause, they were turned away (In some cases with force when they didn't take no for an answer). They weren't turned away because Draco was a devote follower of the Emperor however; They were turned away because Draco was already a devote believer of Chaos Undivided and was in the process of setting up his own cult via his soup kitchen.

Born as a pskyer and ignorant of that fact for many years, it wasn't until Draco was around 15 that he started to hear the whispers of demons in his mind. Despite his passion for perfecting his cooking Draco avoided the allure of Slannesh, instead taking a stand point that each chaos god had something to offer and thus should be respected and worshiped equally. His humanitarian efforts are born out of a genuine desire to help the less fortunate, but he doesn't deny the fact that it puts him in a very good position to gain influence on all levels of social life; The nobility and middle class praise his charity and good will while the downtrodden lower class can look at him as someone who cares about their well being.

Of course, this is only just the beginning. Setting the ground work for future plans as it were. 
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