He is only a man. The second son of peasants, a poor priest with no great family ties or political backing. The most that can be said for him at court is that he’s stubborn and has the very enthusiastic support of the master of the House of Darts, which—under Tizoc, at least—isn’t the boon it could be. Acatl would be the first one to say he’s average at best. There are better warriors, better politicians, better speakers.
But when he opens himself to the emptiness of Mictlan, turning his skin to black smoke and his eyes to fathomless voids and his blood to silver shining through him like moonlight, there is no better High Priest.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl
He is only a man. The second son of peasants, a poor priest with no great family ties or political backing. The most that can be said for him at court is that he’s stubborn and has the very enthusiastic support of the master of the House of Darts, which—under Tizoc, at least—isn’t the boon it could be. Acatl would be the first one to say he’s average at best. There are better warriors, better politicians, better speakers.
But when he opens himself to the emptiness of Mictlan, turning his skin to black smoke and his eyes to fathomless voids and his blood to silver shining through him like moonlight, there is no better High Priest.