Rekoj

Rekoj is an outer god (Lovecraftian and eldritch god shit), The god of insanity and the breaker of your mental stability. One could say it feeds off of fear, which it does but also feeds off of any negative output and slow mutilation of one's dream. Rekoj was first discovered by a lost Priest at sea, He had taken a job to protect a fleet of knights on a conquest to an unknown land called Jetrev. Only to be caught in a storm and being thrown overboard, to be drifted at sea. As the priest slowly lost his faith in god, a new powerful figure seeped into his mind. He only received it to be hallucinating about the lack of water and food he had in his system. But his eyes were not trying to deceive him, The ocean had been coated like white milk, and a sweet soft aroma lingered to his nose. The sound of his mother's voice, humming the lullaby he would hear before he was rested to sleep. ‘Why now?’ he thought, he was so thirsty he was tempted to scoop the sea of milk to only be taken by the blood that undercoated it. Scared out of his mind, he was soon greeted by laughter of crazy being, a being with a demented mind. The priest did not understand what he was looking at and only came into the shape of his father, a man who he feared greatly. He wonders why the charcoaled smoke resonating off the dark male figure. This was Rekoj, a being that took the greatest fear of ones into their eyes, as he holds no true form. An echo chambered like voice croaked the word ‘Son’. To a simple human-like the priest this demon’s voice he heard before him, broke his sense of hearing. The power of speech alone seems to make the priest cry out in pain. Frightened to have the man talk, he asked anyways like the fool he was. ‘Who are you?’ The question only received a gritty laugh, as if the answer was naive and redundant, and soon enough the laugh had fallen into silent chuckle, as if this demon couldn't help but show signs of enjoyment of the priest’s torment. ‘A Laughing God? Are you here to laugh out how I will die?’ The Priest asked, still believing he was floating at sea. Right Before the man’s eyes the demon had become a silk white, sculpting into the present of his mother. It was a strange change, was an angel coming to save him? He looked at the woman, and simply closed his eyes, feeling a soft hand fall across his face. It was almost like the warmest feeling and thing he cherished most came to life and he heard it. ‘I am angel..far from here and far from your god. I am here to save you, but you must help in return...help me find my way to your lands as I can not always protect in this form.’ The priest thought it would only be true, as everything around him seemed more floccent. It might have been real, he did watch the white being moved from the dark one, it must have taken over the other to save him. With a dizzy nod, the foolish human agreed. 

One single metallic dark drip, the man had fallen into a spell to bring an angel to his god’s home.  This will be the start of a cult to bring the blood, the ‘divine’ blood to heal those in need by a single drop. To open the gates to the realm far beyond and to allow chaos in one’s mind.