Trying to have something down to be a bit more concrete than my ramblings of thoughts: 


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Name: Abbot Cucaniensis, Cocaigne, Luilekker

Type: Scion 

Myth

Two apprentice clergymen were cleaning a forgotten wing of a temple, when one of them, exhausted with the labor of scrubbing the stone floors, walked into the room furthest down the hall. The other quickly followed him. The room was sparsely decorated, except for wall scrolls inscribed with holy prayers and warnings against the temptations of evil and a pedestal which had a cage that covered the top of it and was bolted into it. The one who had gave chase half-shouted, "You aren't suppose to be in here. If you leave now, then you maybe you will be forgiven for your lapse of judgment." 

The other walked closer to the pedestal, within the cage was a old servant's bell, "They said we should clean everything on this wing. This room is on this wing." his expression rather smug. 

Looking concerned, "This room is different. Did you not listen when they told the story of the last person to ring that bell? How he ended up slaughtering everyone who approached his village, bandit, merchant or knight alike, even after everyone had ran away or died?" 

The other one laughed a bit to himself, "I had that one, and the one where the man grew scales and whose breath burnt down half a country-side? Even if half of the stories are true, this probably some fake. Besides, they even took the ringer out." 

The other apprentice was interrupted before he could form a thought by a older cleric entering the room, "It seems like I can not entrust you to clean a simple hall without disobeying an order. Those stories are truer than you think." he said, making a few hand motions and silently chanting a prayer to him, "Cucaniensis is a real demon, and while he no longer walks this earth, his temptations linger. His whispers must have certainly convinced you that walking into this room would be a funny joke, and so I must forgive you as more valorous men have been fooled by his honeyed poison." he said, his glare narrowing on the two apprentices. They both remained silent, and his expression softened.  

The elder continued, "The stories that you have heard, tragic as they may be, are among the lucky ones of those who had an encounter with the demon for they encountered him only once. He sees mortals are mere toys for his own amusement, but the ones must cursed are those who gain his interest for he is fickle and possessive creature who gains a perverse joy from the taking the purest aspect of a person and twisting it to serve his dark master. 

He appears as a fair-haired men with pleasing features, a façade which lures his victims into compliancy. He has on occasion called himself Abbot, a grim but poignant reminder of this churches greatest failure. Normally, he grants a person a boon in exchange for small acts of evil, but occasionally they are one in the same. The story is to long and gruesome to tell now, but he had took a zealous man in service of the exalted one and had him slay more holy men than some of the more well-known of monsters and it started with him believing that he knew the doctrine better than his elders and that he should be allowed to do as he pleased so long as he could twist words to make it sound just. Now, you two should reflect on that in your rooms and should refrain from acting on baser thoughts if you wish to continue to serve the one most exalted." 

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