There exists a Greek tale depicting a young daemon who had been abandoned in a village of humans.
This daemon was named Enedra by the people of the village, meaning "ambush," or "lying in wait." The daemon, not having had other daemons to learn from, learned the habits and behaviors of humans from those who surrounded him, though he was always rejected and pushed away because he was not like them.
His loneliness drew him to the river every day, where he would stare into the water on his lonesome and question sadly why he had been left alone in the village, rather than with the other demons.
One day, the god Achelous noticed the young daemon walking to the river once more, coated in mud, dirt and bruises that were dark purple and sick yellow. Enedra sat by the river, not noticing the god, as he had not revealed himself, and spoke to the river of his misfortunes and how the people of the village had abused him, called him names and hit him many times despite him having done nothing to deserve such treatment.
Taking pity on the small daemon, Achelous rose from the river, startling Enedra, and smiled at him. He offered to bring the demon to a better home, with better people who would not treat him so horribly - but Enedra refused.
The daemon insisted that this village was where he was born and raised, and he cared deeply for the people there despite all the wrongdoings they had done. Enedra expressed his worry for the children, and how they would grow into men and women, his concern for the adults and if they would become sick and old, and his condolences for those who would lose their grandparents, friends, and those they held close to their hearts.
Amazed by the daemon's words, Achelous gave him a palm cuff which provided Enedra the ability to transform his body into mud, no matter the density, material or location. "With this," he told the daemon, "you will no longer be injured by the villagers. You can show them you truly mean no harm by never fighting back.
"Come to the river everyday near midnight and bring me something that will prove to me that you are truly of pure heart."
Days passed, and Enedra did exactly as Achelous had instructed, returning to that very spot at the same time every night.
Each time he spoke to Achelous, the god would have brought him something new. Soon, Enedra was in possession of swords, crystals, gold and various other material things. But he never used the swords to cut down the cruel villagers, he never used the crystals to show false social status, and he never sold the gold for personal gain.
Instead, Enedra left them in the shabby home he lived in and didn't use them for anything other than creating toys and accessories for the human children. He did not ask for anything in return and simply gave them out to those who asked.
Seeing this, the river god questioned why the daemon had done this, and Enedra simply replied that he had no use for them, so he should give them to people who may need them for certain tasks, big or small.
Impressed by Enedra's ability to resist temptation, Achelous brought the daemon into the river with him, and Enedra was never seen by the villagers again.
He began to call himself another name, and lived in the rivers themselves, creating mud around the edges of natural rivers to see if he would be able to find other daemons and reunite.
And, to his delight, years later he found another young daemon stranded in a human village.
"Who are you?" The young daemon had asked, eyes full of wonder as he gazed up at the tall male before him.
He smiled, albeit a bit crookedly, and said,
"I am Vorvoros, the Daemon of Mud."
And Servant Berserker was born.
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