My heart was a furnace.
My once paltry Teyolia now burned with the intensity of a blazing crucible. Its flas hungrily flowed out of my ribs in waves of searing heat. My veins brimd with the sunlight of life. I had grown strong enough to crush skulls like grapes or crack stones within my palms. I knew, I had checked. I had grown more agile than a jaguar and gained the acute senses of one. My flesh healed from its wounds far quicker too. My skin knitted itself back together in seconds without leaving a scar.
As for my blood… The purple flas it gave birth to always appeared with flashes of lightning now, like a curse summoned by the heavens’ will. They were no longer small nor weak, hardly able to leave burns on the skin of those I applied them to. They instead endured with the vigor of bright torches. A mortal would likely suffer from heavy wounds at their contact, and a lesser Nightkin would likely turn to dust in an instant. My own skin felt far too warm to the touch, as if I had just gotten out of a hot bath.
I was halfway to becoming a god, and it showed. There was no way I could hide these supernatural occurrences.
However, all of these physical changes paled before the increased power of my spells. I had only begun to test the basic ones, and the results already spoke for themselves.
Tlaloc had allowed to stay in Tlalocan for as long as I wished under the condition that I did not disturb the souls living there, so I set up shop in an isolated area near the floating island’s edge. I’d set down one of my predecessors’ Bonecrafted skull vessels next to Father under the shadow of a tree alongside my carrying fra, so that they might observe my progress. They both watched in awed silence as I triggered the Blaze and unleashed a mighty fireball into the sky beyond Tlalocan.
Tlaloc had been true to his words. His fiery clouds had started to clear and stopped raining fire upon the poor Burned n below. Instead, it was now my turn to set the heavens ablaze. I’d been limited to small streams of fire with the Blaze before, but now the purple fireball that erupted from my hand put all my previous displays to sha. An incandescent explosion of searing purple flas wide enough to blast a house apart detonated above the clouds, sending waves of heat at .
“This is quite encouraging,” my predecessors’ skull vessel muttered with enthusiasm. I sensed their voice rippling through their bones and teeth, the sa way Bonecraft granted a supre awareness of all of my bones.
I focused on the skull almost on instinct, like a fish suddenly realizing that he could swim. My predecessors floated up in the air and hovered over the grass without any effort on my part, nor with the use of the Doll spell. I only had to think of it and it happened.
Bonecraft now allowed to manipulate bones when they were outside my body. I tried to do the sa with Father’s skull, but sensed no link between us, no reaction of any form. The power only applied to my own skeleton, or skulls shaped from them.
“All of my spells have grown in strength and application,” I noted as I ntally caused the emperors’ skull to land softly on the grass. “I will need ti to check them all, and the night is almost spent.”
“Yes,” my predecessors whispered in return. “We have hidden the worst of it, but we suspect the Nightlords may have at least sensed a pulse in your heart-fire. It would be wise to weave a lie and bla the First Emperor once more.”
“Agreed,” I replied, my jaw clenching. “I will not be able to hide these new changes from the Nightlords.”
“You can at least downplay the power you’ve earned,” the Parliant of Skulls advised . “We have hidden most of the surge behind our spiritual veil. The Nightlords will mistake your heart’s radiance for the north star’s bright glow rather than a young sun.”
“My newfound power will frighten them even if I feign loyalty,” I countered. “They have tried their best to shackle and their vile father, and yet I wake up stronger. It will give the White Snake a blade to stab with.”
The past emperors pondered the question for a mont before coming up with a solution. “Then you need to both reassure the Nightlords by reminding them of their leverage, and to redirect their attention on a more pressing threat.”
“Like the Sapa?”
“That would be your wisest option,” my predecessors replied. “You have successfully blad many setbacks on them. If you can tie them to your burning blood, or even better, the First Emperor’s actions… then all these moving parts and coincidences will beco part of a threatening conspiracy against them. A plot whose destruction will remove any danger you might represent to their established order.”
I pondered the suggestion. Yes, my best bet to avoid the Nightlords’ wrath was to both redirect their attention and present them with a false solution to the problem I represented. The strings would have to be subtle so they would not beco too visible, but I could think of a story that would at least give a chance to deceive them.
As for the leverage… I had already shown them the lengths I was willing to go through to save Astrid on Ingrid’s behalf. The Nightlords knew how much I cared for my consorts and concubines. If I reminded the bats of my affection for them, then I could convince them that they still held power over through them.
“Be warned that your power now far eclipses ours,” the previous emperors said. “We won’t be able to hide your next set of embers from our enemies’ sight. The Nightlords will sense the light of your heart pierce through the ghostly veil of our wailing souls. They will see, and they will know.”
I gave them a sharp nod. I had reached the sa conclusion the mont I sensed Tlaloc’s power flow within . No armor of lies could keep divinity hidden forever. I had to find a way to weaken the Nightlords’ grasp on my soul and prepare for a fight before I obtained the third set of embers.
The prospect of confronting the Nightlords over my sudden surge in power would have filled with anxiety once, but I found myself keeping a clear head. Yes, I understood that my captors learning of my sorcery and treachery would of course be devastating to my cause. I would do my best to keep the truth to myself.
But I didn’t fear the Nightlords like I used to.
I’d lived through the fear of discovery once in the halls of Xibalba and found an unquenchable well of resolve within myself then. Most importantly, I had faced true deities and seen what the vampire desperately wished to beco; the great and terrible forces of nature that they so miserably failed to mimic. None of the Nightlords could hope to asure up to Tlaloc, whose might and confidence ran deep in my veins.
The power to drag them down from their thrones was almost within my grasp. I only had to stall for ti until I was ready to fight them on even ground; and then I would teach them how to fear the true gods of the world.
However, while my predecessors did not hide their enthusiasm at my progress, Father had remained eerily silent so far. I could feel his gaze on at all tis, assessing my actions without judging them. I sensed no reproach in him, but sothing definitively weighed on his mind.
“Father?” I asked softly. “Is there sothing wrong?”
“I am proud that you negotiated with Tlaloc on behalf of these poor souls below, my son,” Father said with sincere warmth. It filled my heart with relief. “However, it does not alleviate the dread his words inspired. If the divine power which you have gained magnifies what lurks inside your heart…”
“Then he will possess the strength to destroy the vampires,” the emperors replied confidently. “So long as our successor does not lose sight of his righteous quest.”
“But what will define my son’s godhood, Your Majesties?” Father asked grimly. “His righteous goal, or the bloody ans he used to reach it?”
The emperors had no answer to those questions; and neither did I.
Father had a point. I had stained my hands with blood, accepted Xibalba’s crown of fear, and embraced the image of the First Emperor’s prophet. Though I only acted in the pursuit of my ultimate goal of destroying the Nightlords, I had sown chaos and death among the living. As far as mortals were concerned, I might as well embody a god of tyranny and brutality.
Would it be my actions that would co to define , or my intentions? As much as I hoped for the latter, I had learned that the beliefs and perception of mortals had a heavy impact on the divine. The appearances of power mattered just as much as strength itself. In the eyes of many, I was the mad emperor of Yohuachanca, murderous ruler of a land built on bloodshed, and Godspeaker for the hungry masters of the night.
Would the spark of my godhood be tainted from the start?
It was the Lords of Terror’s plan all along. The certainty wouldn’t leave now. It didn’t matter if my intentions were noble should the role I assud forced to play the role of the tyrant and torntor. Even the First Emperor eventually succumbed to the hunger and suffering he had co to embody in spite of his fearso resistance. To bring forth a new god of fear into the mortal world.
My father sensed my doubts and attempted to reassure . “I know you only an well, my son,” he said calmly. “However, the actions of the powerful are never without consequences, and I fear that you will be crushed under their weight if you continue down your current path. We are our choices.”
“There is still ti to adjust our course of action and gather information, Lord Itzili,” the Parliant of Skull insisted. “We have yet to find the key to the next layer, and we must assess the limits of our successor’s new powers. Studying the First Emperor’s codices might provide insight into divinity itself.”
That seed to be the most sensible course of action so far. I couldn’t allow my godhood to beco a prison. I hadn’t sacrificed so much to escape my current cage only to fall into another.
Moreover, this would give Father so ti to reconsider his decision to join with my predecessors. Though I knew he would refuse to return to Mictlan or stay in Tlalocan, the idea of binding his soul to them bothered to my core.
I felt the call of wakefulness tugging at my mind.
“I am about to awaken,” I warned the skulls before putting them inside the carrying fra and using the Doll to dig a hole to bury it. “I don’t think anyone will steal you here, but it is better to be safe than sorry.”
“It has been a long night,” Father conceded with a sigh. “Think about everything, my son. Haste has never been a friend to good decisions.”
“I promise,” I replied softly. I knew I could expect a long discussion about our family and my choices once I fell asleep again.
“Please watch over your sister in my stead,” Father asked softly, his ghostfire eyes wavering in their eye sockets. “She… she should know. Both the truth, and that she’s not alone.”
I clenched my jaw and failed to answer before closing the carrying fra. I barely had ti to bury my father and predecessors under a tree before the call of dawn dragged out of the Underworld.
I awoke changed.
I could feel it the mont I opened my eyes. The energy, the strength, and the warmth flowing through . My Underworld self was a reflection of my living self, hence why I had to slowly reinforce my skeleton to fuel my Bonecraft spell, but it remained a projection of my soul. I harbored little of my living flesh.
I’d never woken up feeling so powerful.
My heart pounded louder than a war drum in my rib cage. My muscles strained with newfound might. They’d grown thicker since I last fell asleep. The faint touch of the bed sheet had never seed so sharp, nor the warmth of a woman’s skin so pleasurable. My senses were knives, my skin smooth and imperishable like marble. No impurity survived within my lungs and I exhaled air purer than the wind itself.
I sensed a gaze upon . Lady Zyanya slept on my left, but Necahual was awake on my right, her eyes studying carefully. I imdiately noticed a few changes. Her skin was lustrous and without imperfections, her breasts firr, her face radiating health and vitality. She had lost her wrinkles; maybe even a few years of age.
“Did you dream of lightning?” she asked imdiately.
My thundering heart skipped a beat in surprise. I knew I had bound her soul to mine, but had our bond grown so strong? How much did she see? “How do you know that?”
“Because I dread of being struck by it, and when I woke up, you were…” Necahual searched for the right word for a mont. “Sharper.”
I supposed ‘sharper’ was a good way to describe the change. I studied my arms and admired my rippling muscles. I clenched my fist and basked in my newfound power. After spending most of my years weak and malnourished, the thrill of growing stronger was almost addictive.
Necahual locked eyes with . “Sothing happened in your sleep. I could feel it in my heart and bones.”
“Yes, it did.” I slled sothing on Zyanya’s lips; an odor so faint I almost failed to notice it. “You drugged her.”
“I’m surprised you could tell,” Necahual replied with genuine surprise. “I have strengthened sleep’s hold on her with a near-odorless potion. I did not wish for her to raise the alarm should anything unusual happen.”
“Wise.” I wasn’t even surprised that she carried that kind of poison hidden on her person. It helped in a pinch.
“That is how you gained your powers,” Necahual guessed. “Your spirit wanders away in your dreams.”
I clenched my jaw. If she had noticed the pattern, I feared others would see it too. “Do you truly wish to know?”
Necahual hesitated, then shook her head. “I won’t probe further, to avoid any slip-ups.”
“Thank you.” I caressed her cheek, only to sense a small jolt at our contact, like a current of electricity flowing between us. It startled a bit, much to Necahual’s amusent. “I’m not the only one to have been struck by lightning.”
“It seems so.” Necahual raised her hand and focused on her fingers. I saw faint jolts of electricity coursing between her nails, their blue bright light reminding imdiately of Tlalocan’s sun. “Is this normal for a witch?”
“I suppose.” My predecessors never ntioned that Motzcopinque could call upon lightning, but I guessed none of those on records had ford a pact with a demigod. Necahual and I were spiritually linked now. The greater my power, the more abilities she would likely obtain. “Are you pleased with your gift?”
“You know I am.” Necahual waved her hand and the lightning vanished. “I have waited my whole life for this. I will relish the day when I can wield these powers in public."
“Perhaps the company of a coven would improve your mood,” I suggested while glancing at the other woman in my bed. “I have enough energy to bind another witch. Would she suffice?”
“You would be a fool to choose her.” Necahual sneered at the sleeping Zyanya in disdain. Clearly their earlier discussion hadn’t improved her opinion of my future mistress. “Go with Lahun. She will make for a better witch, and most importantly, a loyal one. She is wise enough to understand the Nightlords will never reward treachery for long, unlike this snake.”
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“Hence why binding her soul to would secure her obedience,” I countered.
Necahual scoffed. “The sa way the Nightlords secured yours by binding your soul?”
Her answer drew a laugh from . “True.”
The Nightlords sched against their father though the vampire curse bound them, and I was doing the sa in spite of the danger such action presented. Loyalty built on sorcery alone was more fickle than it looked.
“Bind Lahun and lead the opportunist on without trusting her,” Necahual suggested. “I will keep an eye on Zyanya and research better candidates for the ritual, after informing my daughter of your other plot concerning her new… vessel.”
I studied Necahual for a mont. She looked like every bit the scher Lady Sigrun had been.
I realized that the changes weren’t just physical. Her confidence had grown too. Necahual usually stuck to advising or following my orders, but here she was taking the lead on multiple fronts. Gaining magic had made her bolder, the sa way it gave the courage to stand on my own two feet.
It pleased greatly.
“What is it?” Necahual asked when I failed to answer.
“I find it arousing when you sche and plot,” I said while caressing her cheek. My blood stirred with fierce desire. Consuming Tlaloc’s embers had only magnified my passion for her. “As far as I am concerned, this was our wedding night.”
“If I were your wife, you would be mine for three more nights,” Necahual countered, a smile at the edge of her lips. “I am not certain your other bedslaves would appreciate it.”
“I will be sure to visit you again soon, my witch of disaster.” I resisted the urge to claim her imdiately. I would have loved nothing more than to savor the taste of her flesh on my lips, but I had to cover my tracks. “I will have to report to the Nightlords.”
“It would be wise.” Necahual stared at for a mont, a thought crossing her mind. “I think I used to be the sa as her.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Whom?”
“Your snake. Her soul is as small and petty as mine once was.” Necahual gave a knowing look. “Use that against her.”
“I see.” Necahual’s insight often proved very close to the truth. “I will keep it in mind.”
I had many lies to tell.
I visited the grand temple of Zachilaa in the morning.
First though, I thanked the wedding’s guests for the fantastic event, promising them that the heavens would soon reward their hospitality and that I would personally shower its poor citizens with gifts. I only did that to fulfill the Cloak spell’s demands, but Zachilaa’s people would thank nonetheless.
Tlaxcala feigned gratitude for the ‘honor’ I bestowed upon his wife, and gladly accepted my request to follow south to witness crushing the Sapa Empire beneath my feet. I suspected he was even sincere. Staying close to would let him curry favor with Iztacoatl and give him the glory of participating in a war without actually endangering himself.
The things n did for wealth and fa.
Afterwards, I entered the temple’s depths demanding an audience with the Nightlords, which I was granted. I knew Eztli and Iztacoatl were already in the city, and the other two simply teleported from the pool of blood hidden in their sanctuary.
I was now certain that each temple across the land had one of these devices to allow the Nightlords to manifest everywhere around their dominion in a pinch. I would need to take them into account when plotting their demise.
And blood they made shed.
I had to slice open my palm with an obsidian knife and fill a cup under their watch. The sight of the Jaguar Woman’s frustration when she saw a burst of purple fire surge out of my veins almost brought a smile to my face, though I managed to contain my joy.
“A disappointing outco,” Sugey stated bluntly.
“A dangerous one,” Iztacoatl corrected her.
“Quite,” the Jaguar Woman hissed through her clenched teeth. She had spent so much effort trying to traumatize her father in an attempt to deny ‘his’ supernatural gifts, only to see them grow stronger a re night afterward. It was a humiliating turn of events for her, and unlike , Eztli didn’t bother to hide her amusent at this turn of events.
Moreover, none of the Nightlords dared to touch my burning blood; or at least not in my presence. I’d seen Iztacoatl swallow it before without issue nor hesitation, so their hesitation ward my heart.
Part of them at least thought it could harm them.
As I feared, it only gave Iztacoatl more arrows to fire at . “Do you see the danger that he represents, my sisters? Father is turning him into a dagger to bury into our hearts!”
“Is he?” Sugey asked sharply. “Father is the night incarnate, yet our Godspeaker’s blood burns with sunlight, and not the sulfurous kind.”
I hid my unease behind a mask of stone-cold composure. Curse it, I hadn’t expected the Bird of War to be so sharp. She had pulled a thread that could unmake .
“True,” the Jaguar Woman said with a mix of frustration and curiosity. From the look on her face, she was as equally puzzled by this outco as it annoyed her. “You said that you dread of lightning, our Godspeaker?”
I could not fail this. I had rehearsed the story in my head on my way to the temple, and now I prayed to the true gods that I could make it sound true.
“At the end of the dream, yes,” I replied while on my knees. I had considered what tale to tell them and decided to go with half-truths, while also fishing for information. “The vision itself began with two brothers hunting a monstrous bat.”
The short silence that followed confird my suspicions.
It was extrely brief, but Eztli and I both caught that brief glimpse in the Nightlords’ eyes; that odd look of confusion when a story sounded oddly familiar, yet vague enough to sow doubt.
“I cannot exactly describe them, though they felt like brothers to for a reason I can’t explain,” I recounted, both of which were true. I was basing myself on second-hand accounts. “They slew the creature, but one of them transford into a bat of shadow that casts the land into eternal night. The other flew to the mountains in the shape of a bird with golden feathers.”
The Jaguar Woman’s gaze sharpened, and I didn’t fail to catch the brief glance her sisters exchanged.
“Afterwards, I found myself in a mountainous land where fire rains from the sky. A great bird descended from above and hunted down.” I was careful to avoid ntioning that this bird and the emperor’s brother were unrelated. I would let the Nightlords draw their own assumptions. “I flew away on owl wings into the clouds, and then I was struck with lightning when I finally reached the sun shining above them.”
“Describe the bird,” the Jaguar Woman ordered , her voice sharper than a blade.
“It was a great vulture, with a ruff of feathers around the neck and a featherless head,” I replied before feigning partial ignorance. “I believe it was a… condor. I believe they are called that?”
“A condor?” Iztacoatl studied coldly. I knew she knew I wasn’t telling the full truth. “You wouldn’t hide details from us now, would you?”
I feigned unease. “Well, there is sothing that I…” I cleared my throat. “That I fear would sound blasphemous.”
“How could anything you say be blasphemous when you speak in our na?” the Jaguar Woman replied. “Your duty is to keep nothing from us. We alone shall judge the truth from heresy.”
I nodded slowly while feigning submission. “One of the brothers, the one who beca the shadow… His presence felt similar to that of the First Emperor himself.”
The deafening silence, undercut neither by laughs nor denials, put my suspicions to rest. I was sure of it now. The pictures in Xibalba indeed recounted the origins of their vampiric clan.
“But that would be impossible,” I replied, my head low. “Mighty Yohuachanca had no brother nor equal, that it is known.”
“It is known,” the Jaguar Woman replied, lying through her teeth.
I resisted the urge to laugh in scorn. The Jaguar Woman always presented a facade of regal divinity, presenting herself as standing above common mortals, but now I realized what first made doubt her claims of godliness in the first place.
She was trying to convince herself.
The Jaguar Woman had genuine power, and more than enough cruelty to terrify mortals into going along with her decisions, but deep down a part of her would always know that she was an imposter and that she existed in the shadow of another. She would always try a little too hard, whereas the likes of Tlaloc had nothing to prove. A storm didn’t try to convince people to cower in its presence. It simply blew everything in its way and let n fear its wrath on their own.
I wouldn’t say I’d stopped fearing the Jaguar Woman—I definitely was no match for her in battle yet—but she no longer intimidated to the core of my being.
Nonetheless, I did feel an edge of danger when she asked, “Is that all?”
I shook my head. “Afterwards, I saw the bird fall onto the ground below,” I replied, conveniently leaving out the fact that I cast it down myself. “The fiery clouds cleared afterwards to unveil a new sky. Then…”
I took a deep breath, as if I hesitated to keep my mouth shut for a mont. It was all a trick, but it did win over all of the Nightlords’ undivided attention.
“I saw a blue sun floating over my head,” I said, “My heart bare open.”
I knew I had won the mont the Jaguar Woman’s eyes widened in greed and surprise. “Blue?”
“A blue sun, goddess,” I confird, finishing with a killing blow I knew they couldn’t resist and the very thing that kept alive: hope. “Brighter than a sulfur’s fla.”
The Jaguar Woman studied my expression, looking for any hint of treachery. Her expression reminded of an eagle eyeing a tasty rodent which had unwittingly crossed its path. Such a surprising, tasty prize to be taken away, if only there was no catch to it. But she found none, for I had only said the truth; or at least, the interpretation which they so desperately wanted to hear.
My vision ended with a sulfur sun.
I had dangled the most irresistible catch in front of her, greater than the possibility of ultimate victory: the possibility that she could wash away the insult that represented the New Fire Ceremony’s fiasco; that she could sohow salvage the failed ritual she worked so hard to complete, if only she could figure it out.
Sugey studied the cup of burning blood I’d so kindly shed for them. “How do you explain this, sisters?”
“Father has grown quiet and his shadows dimr, yet our Godspeaker’s blood shines brighter still. Could it be that this light does not co from our progenitor, but our—” The Jaguar Woman’s face twisted into a frown, a question on the tip of her tongue. “No, that should not… he lacked the spark of godhood…”
“As far as we know,” Sugey replied. “We have suffered a string of setbacks and incidents this year, and all of them point towards the Sapa Empire. Those llama-lovers wouldn’t act so boldly against us without a secret weapon. If they have found a way to use him to disrupt the ritual–”
“It should not act this way,” the Jaguar Woman replied, her eyes glaring at Eztli. “But then again, our new sister has big shoes to fill.”
Eztli bristled uncomfortably. “I did everything as you’ve asked.”
“And that clearly wasn’t enough,” the Jaguar Woman replied angrily.
“How can we even believe him?” Iztacoatl pointed out with skepticism. “Our Godspeaker could have imagined things.”
“I sensed no lie, and his dream…” The Jaguar Woman studied the cup and its flas. “What if… what if it is another sun that prevents ours from rising…”
I had planted the seeds of doubt. Now was my opportunity to remind them of their leverage.
“If I may, oh great goddesses,” I said, clearing my throat. “With your permission, I would also like to petition you for better guards.”
This took Iztacoatl by surprise, and why wouldn’t it? I would be a fool to request more oversight.
“Why?” she asked imdiately, her eyes squinting at .
“Two of my consorts are pregnant with my children.” One of whom I very much regretted. “As is my favorite, Necahual.”
Eztli’s face bead with happiness, her lips stretching into a smirk of absolute relief and pleasure. “Finally?”
“Yes,” I replied with a genuine smile, albeit one full of unease. I had no idea how this news would influence Eztli’s behavior. I feared it would strengthen Yoloxochitl’s hold on her mind more than anything. “Our gift to you.”
“Oh, Iztac…” Eztli didn’t bother hiding her joy, her hand moving to her face to suppress forming tears of blood. She almost sobbed in relief, as if we had conceived the child ourselves. “This is… I do not know what to say…”
“You fear for their safety,” Sugey guessed with a snort of amusent.
“Yes,” I replied, which was entirely true. The Three-Rivers Federation had already sent an assassin that ca frighteningly close to killing two of my consorts after all. “One killer nearly slew Nenetl and Chikal, and I expect more will co soon.”
“I cannot bla you for requesting better help,” Sugey replied, her eyes turning at Iztacoatl in contempt.
The latter clenched her jaw. Her sister didn’t openly bla the White Snake for that disaster in front of out of a desire to present a unified front, but her true thoughts were more than clear.
Nonetheless, that ought to reassure the Nightlords. Asking them to protect my bedmates and unborn children ant that I cared for them, and they had never failed to see love as a weakness to exploit.
“I intend to sire more children, so that my bloodline may endure after ,” I said. “I would ask for immortal soldiers to protect my progeny.”
“Your bloodline is precious to Yohuachanca and will be protected,” the Jaguar Woman replied. “So long as you continue to fight our empire’s enemies.”
Iztacoatl stared at her in disbelief. “You will still send him to fight? Even after all of this?”
“We still need to ascertain what is happening, but an emperor that does not show up to his own war will make us look weak,” the Jaguar Woman stated bluntly. “Especially now that the Sapa have clearly taken up arms against us. We need to mobilize the herd and stamp the vermin out.”
“I will watch over him and lead the charge,” Sugey replied sternly. “I intended to have our Godspeaker march onwards to the Flower War today anyway. Should the Sapa plot anything, I will deal with it and bathe in their blood.”
The Jaguar Woman nodded, then dismissed . “We must ponder this prophecy between ourselves, our Godspeaker, alongside your request. You may leave.”
“Yes, crawl back to your sister’s bed,” Iztacoatl taunted . “She must weep at night to see you prefer strangers to your own blood.”
The jab hit where it hurt.
I had expected as much, so I kept my mouth shut while my heart boiled with silent anger. The storm within my soul brewed with ominous thunder, and while I could hide my rage well enough, my silence and Eztli’s cold glare inford the Nightlords that the snake’s words had struck a nerve.
“Is that why you chose to take that bride’s first night, our Godspeaker? Because you felt you had soiled my chosen consort?” the Jaguar Woman asked with a dismissive snort. She seed almost disappointed about my reaction, as if having commit incest with my long-undiscovered sister was nothing to fuss over. “Put these fatuous thoughts aside. You are an emperor and above such trifle matters. The laws that bind common n do not apply to you, and the child you have sired on her may one day rule Yohuachanca after you.”
She said that expecting to rejoice at the honor, the sa way Tlaxcala had to pretend the theft of his wife had been an honor rather than abuse of power. I swallowed the insult with false grace.
“I understand the goddesses’ words,” I replied. “I have co to realize that while my life will end on the Night of the Scarlet Moon, my bloodline will run deep through our empire’s veins.”
“And it will, songbird,” Iztacoatl said with venom. “I will take good care of your descendants after you’re gone, I promise you that.”
A mountain should not pay attention to the blowing wind, nor the spitting spite of the enemy.
My reason ordered to let it slide, to swallow my tongue and accept the taunt with grace, but I couldn’t close my eyes. The fire within my soul refused to let it slide. I had tasted Tlaloc’s pride and it rubbed off on . The thunder of my heart would not allow an uppity runt to disrespect .
Sothing deep within compelled to stand my ground, to retaliate.
Yet Necahual’s words once again proved wise enough to temper my heart. For as I looked at Iztacoatl, at the desperate wait for my reaction in her eyes, all my fury suddenly vanished. Instead, I only felt a deep sense of contempt.
She was pathetic.
Iztacoatl wielded more power than most would ever dream of. She could command armies, received the adoration of the masses, and all of her whims were imdiately fulfilled. She might not be a true goddess, but she certainly lived like one.
And she would throw it all away if she could inflict a little bit of pain on another.
Deep down, she was such a bitter creature that taunting was the closest thing that could bring her true happiness.
Necahual was right, those two were more alike than I thought. Both felt the need to tornt soone within their power and couldn’t appreciate what they had. My favorite had moved past that petty mindset, but Iztacoatl remained trapped in it.
I recalled Ahalz and Ahaltocob, the lords of control and abuse. It always struck as odd how the forr abided by the wishes of the latter, but I thought I understood the core of their dynamic. When one required another’s validation to exist, who was truly the most powerful? A true god never needed to prove themselves.
“The goddess is as kind as she is great,” I simply replied without emotion.
I t Iztacoatl’s eyes, and I knew she knew what I was thinking: that I looked down on her more than I hated her. My silence stirred the important frustration that fueled her weak heart, but she held her tongue. She had lost face once and any more words would lower her sisters’ opinion of her further.
I was dismissed for now and walked outside the temple while the Nightlords deliberated these new developnts. I took the fact that they kept Eztli with her as a sign they would not allow her out of their sight again. I moved past the columns holding the Nightlords’ sanctuary atop their pyramid and gazed upon the city of Zachilaa, the wind softly blowing on my face. The sun was high, the sky clear.
The storm brewing within awoke again. My power stirred and demanded to be used, pushing with an overwhelming instinct to prove my divine power not to my foes and servants, but to the very laws of reality.
“Rain,” I whispered under my breath, so low that no one could hear it.
By the ti I realized what had just happened, it was already too late.
A Word had pushed its way to my lips from the depths of my Teyolia, demanding to be uttered.
I hadn’t… I hadn’t thought nor willed it. It slipped out of my tongue on its own, striking like lightning.
The storm had been brewing within since I was forced to kowtow to false gods and thundered forth the mont I lowered my guard, and I finally realized what Tlaloc ant when he said he had to cause disasters.
I had grown so powerful that my own magic sought to manifest into the world.
I had managed to feign weakness in the Nightlords’ presence, to feign powerlessness, but I was half a god now; and that part of refused to hide. I was like a feathered tyrant pretending to be a trihorn. The instinct to conquer had always been there, waiting to express itself; and if I could not satisfy it, then it would eventually force its way to the surface, even near a Nightlord’s temple.
I could only pray that the sky alone listened to this secret Word of mine, for it most certainly did.
The wind blew in the distance. Dark clouds appeared out of nowhere across the horizon like a pack of hounds answering their master’s whistle. They blanketed the sky and obscured the Fifth Sun.
The first droplet fell at my feet.
A drizzle rained from the heavens, followed by a nourishing downpour that would feed Zachilaa’s streets and farmlands. The masses would not learn of this blessing, though I suspected that they would attribute it to my visit and promise of a heavenly bounty nonetheless. Perhaps I would inform them of the truth once I destroyed the Nightlords and let them draw their own conclusions. I wondered if they would raise shrines in my na.
My bloodline ruling over Yohuachanca, and I over its skies… I looked at the weather which I had bent to my will, the truest expression of my divine will, and I ca to a conclusion. I like the sound of that.
I had uttered these words as an excuse to hide my deceit, but the thought appealed to . I had sired children from my loins, like many emperors before . Would it not be better if they were to inherit this cursed empire as themselves, rather than as vampire thralls to unworthy masters? It could grant them an inheritance worthy of a god-to-be.
I would let the Nightlords play false deities in their underground hole.
A greater destiny awaited .
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