Prophet of Sin V.2 part 2

“You bring me a nunling now, Trox?” Braoxenqu asked. “Do I come off to you as one with an interest in affairs of you, fleshings?”

“Braoxen, she just—” Troxen began. The demon minotaur stomped into the ground as he did.

“I see no rum marked for me upon this cart.” Braoxen snorted before picking up two barrels. “What she needs is not my concern.”

“Braoxenqu. Demon lord of gluttony, I believe?” Lillian pulled off her blue habit, and walked to the demon chugging 2 barrels at once.

“You have my attention nunling” Braoxenqu snorted. “I suggest you make it count.”

“Before we began. Your tail is made of bubbles?” Lillian asked.

“You find that assuming do you, nunling?  Braoxenqu asked.

“No, no. I find myself curious as to why” Lillian replied a bit shaken. “A demon’s tail is a demon’s life”

“That it is.”  Braoxenqu said. “It is all that I remember consuming. All that I have ever tasted.”

“All this time I thought it was more…metaphorical” Lillian said.

“Then you have learned otherwise today.” Braoxen snorted. “Nunling.”

“Nunling…” Lillian repeated. “I know what that means but I’m no longer sure of even that anymore. I… I wish to summon something. I want to be someone. And I was told you could maybe help, so I'm here asking a demon lord to help. And I ask that you forgive a junior nun who doesn't know her way.

“I see.” Braoxenqu said “Then in exchange, I ask that you take this.” as he handed Lillian a book.

“A book?” Lillian asked. “A demon lord is giving me a book?”

“Your friend believes in the pragmatic.” Braoxenqu began. “So he consorts with an absurdly powerful demon with a tail composed of alcohol.” He turned to Lillian. “You believe in the church, so you suffer their endless judgment of your failures in hopes of pleasing them. The church in turn believes in you and suffers through the trouble of a nunling willing to defy them to the point she invokes a demon lord. I believe in the acquisition of rum.” He turned 180 degrees before grabbing a massive chicken wing.  “And so I am giving you a book.” 

“Okay then,” Lillain replied. “To Alkcore it is”

“You’re just okay with that?” Trox asked

“Just take us to Alkcore, Trox” Lillian replied.

“Alright then.” Trox replied, and he drove them both to Alkcore. People swarmed the habit-less Lilian demanding answers

“I don’t know!” Lillian finally shouted after 10 minutes of questioning. 

“enough” A cane slammed to the ground as the man holding it sighed. “Are you so filled with distrust that even our only merchant can not have a friend?” The crowd looked rather embarrassed and quieted down. “I am Father Tibet, and I can only ask you to pardon the hungry.” Father Tibet said. “Questioning the way are you?”

“Father I… I didn't mean—” Lillian began.

“I meant you as well child.” Father Tibet interrupted. “If you find trouble in our path than walk your own,”

“That won't be an easy path as the youngest of 5, father.” Lillian replied.

“Where then lurks thy challenge, wanderer.” Trox said. “In how others raised thy, or in how one believes them?”

“In how I believe them” Lillian replied. “My trouble lies in how I have always needed something I can't have. Much like this village, I’ve gathered?”

“We get by, my dear Lillian, though perhaps you could guide our inspection along?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Lillian replied.

So the citizens of Radestilk did their best to make corrections as per Lillian’s instructions. 
“You’re quite sure this is right?” Father Tibet questioned looking over the work as well.

“I assure you, Father.” Lillian replied. “I am exceptionally versed in every possible way to fail.” A chuckle emerged from the crowd. And having got a sizable amount of work done, they all sat down and had dinner. Various discussions emerged about what to hide from the church and how. What techniques stem from the intermixing of occultic and alchemical tactics into church practices, and what words to avoid saying. Where the less desirable were going to hide, and some offers to bring them their supplies with not so subtle ulterior motives. As the days passed by Lillian felt like the town lost its flare. Everything special about it slowly went into hiding, and routines became more and more basic. She was more than ready for this inspection to be over by the time the day finally arrived.