Of course it couldn’t simply be a wandering ghost or hungry monster from the Underworld. No, Acatl was summoned from his warm and comfortable bed by the manifestation of a minor god, one who intended to take by force the tributes He felt had been denied to Him. Which would have been alright, really, except it was a god even Mictlan had thrown out, and so when the High Priest of Mictlantecuhtli showed up...
Well. It was not taken well. Acatl, gritting his teeth on a scream as Teomitl poured cold water on his burns and Palli ran for a healing-priest, still had to admit it could have gone much worse. At least nobody had been too badly injured.
Of course, when he voiced this, Teomitl glared at him. “You’re not nobody, Acatl!”
He started to say it was still fine, he’d had worse—but then Teomitl started bandaging his wounds with shaking hands, and he shut up.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl & Teomitl
Of course it couldn’t simply be a wandering ghost or hungry monster from the Underworld. No, Acatl was summoned from his warm and comfortable bed by the manifestation of a minor god, one who intended to take by force the tributes He felt had been denied to Him. Which would have been alright, really, except it was a god even Mictlan had thrown out, and so when the High Priest of Mictlantecuhtli showed up...
Well. It was not taken well. Acatl, gritting his teeth on a scream as Teomitl poured cold water on his burns and Palli ran for a healing-priest, still had to admit it could have gone much worse. At least nobody had been too badly injured.
Of course, when he voiced this, Teomitl glared at him. “You’re not nobody, Acatl!”
He started to say it was still fine, he’d had worse—but then Teomitl started bandaging his wounds with shaking hands, and he shut up.