After following the creature a ways, it stops, and an ancient voice reaches your ears. “I am the Curator, I do the bidding of the one who is Chained: the seeder and reaper of life. My own chains sundered, so that with them I may bind both flesh and spirit, claim them in his name.” You raise your head to the statue and reply.
“I won’t be bound by you, a lowly servant. Lead me to your progenitor.” The statue shifts, arms beginning to move, its eyes beginning to glow. “I am NO minion. I am god to countless forms,” it says. “I shall make you one of mine.”