Done by the fabulous  wolfpsalm before her move down to the US!

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There were cultures that once idolized the Dealmaker. Those that grew rich off his boons, that became powerful. Always a cost, but there were many willing to pay the price. None so willing as the Cult of The Horned One. They built altars. They built a city dedicated to the being that granted so many wishes. The statues of his true form littering temples, libraries. They sought to educate the others on the 'true' Gods of the world, starting with Haltiel.

The Dealmaker, amused, watched as this small town with a single temple blossomed into a thriving metropolis. Traders would come and trade, people would visit to learn. The City had no name, simply known as the Cult's Land. But it was majestic, and all through the city, the visage of the Dealmaker watching over daily interactions. Those who disagreed with the cult often left the city and were never seen again, not that the demon had anything to do with it.

But like many, the people grew greedy. They grew insufferable and demanding. Haltiel granted wishes and collected, but there were many who seemed to turn and spit on his generosity. And he could not simply let others begin taking credit. Fakers who would use slight of hand to profit off HIS name. Those who began thinking of more powerful demons. Even an attempt on his life when he made an appearance.

And so The Cult's Land vanished one day. No one is sure what happened, but the city that straddled the desert and jungle simply ceased to exist. There were hints that something may have been there in the past, but no evidence, only stories passed from generations.

And strange little stone idols of a winged creature with a skull for a face.