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Blood & Fur Chapter 70: Drowned in Darkness
🕑 Added 2024-08-10 08:12:10 +0000 UTC--------
I couldn’t breathe through the First Emperor’s mask.
Cold obsidian stone pressed on my cheeks and jaw, sucking out the air out of my lungs and the warmth of my sunlight blood. Colder hands removed my clothes from my flaccid, pallid blue skin. I could hardly feel them.
“Do you know what godhood is, Iztac?” Iztacoatl asked me, her voice a pale mist slithering inside my ear. “True godhood is appetite.”
My body was slow and sluggish from the drugs coursing through my veins. I tried to turn my head and glare at the Nightlord, but my own skull felt so heavy and my lips so weak… I was a stone atop an unmoving hill.
“Shush,” Iztacoatl said. “No more singing, songbird. Keep your voice for the full performance.”
Her voice was so soft it could have lured me to sleep easily enough. The Nightlords didn’t give me that mercy. The four chains grabbing each of my limbs slowly pulled them, the occasional jolts of pain forcing me awake under a dark sky.
“I remember the days back when Father was a mere man rather than a god,” Iztacoatl said. “I believe he was freer back then. Happier. His power enslaved him, Iztac. It strengthened his hunger until it mastered him. Lust, bloodthirst, gluttony… no excess became too great for him. Every high had to be more extreme than the last.”
I struggled to follow her trail of thought. My mind was muddled by pulque, drugs, and spices.
“Father was always so possessive too. We were his precious treasures. I still remember the looks he sent me whenever I toyed with a village boy, but it was Yoloxochitl’s fiancé who bore the brunt of his contempt. She was his favorite, do you know that? The youngest, the romantic. He couldn’t stand the fact she would fancy a wastrel like that… Tloroc? Tlocan?” I heard a dark chuckle. “Whatever, Father killed him anyway.”
The taste of a young man’s blood formed on the tip of my tongue. I heard Yoloxochitl’s screams and sobbing prayers, and the sensation of flesh down my gullet. A memory that was not my own lingered at the edge of my consciousness.
“I think that’s why he bit us first. He couldn’t stand the idea that we could leave him, or that another could steal us away. He wanted to ensure we would be his forever.”
Iztacoatl’s eyes looked down on me, her vile smile obscuring the stars in the sky.
“Did you know Yoloxochitl was pregnant from her Darling when Father bit her?” I sensed her fingers pressing against my mask. “She miscarried, of course. Our immortal bodies aren’t meant to shelter life, only to devour it. I think that’s when she started losing it.”
A wave of shame and disgust washed over me from within. I saw a small, blackened thing crawling in a pool of blood, an abomination of my own creation.
No… I struggled to keep these intrusive thoughts out of my skull. I fought to keep my sense of self separated from another. Not mine…
“Father wanted to sleep with us,” Iztacoatl said, her mocking chuckle ringing into nothingness. “I used to tease him about it. Touch him in some places, invite mortals to couple with me while I knew he was watching, tempting him. I knew he hated those lusts and that it took all of his willpower to resist them. He was disgusted with what he had become, but the more he resisted, the stronger his urges became.”
Her sharp laugh cut through my ears, until I felt blood dripping down my cheeks.
“I couldn’t wait for him to snap,” she gloated with all the weight of her malevolence. “And one night, he did in the most unexpected of ways! He had four of his concubines brought to him, reshaped their faces into mirrors of our own, and then he took them.”
Her laugh merged with that of that hag Chamiaholom, who had told me this story first. I hadn’t connected the dots back then; why had I been forced to wed four consorts, when they were meant to represent the First Emperor’s own flesh and blood.
“You could say those four were the first consorts. Wives in the shape of his beloved daughters whom he refused to despoil any further; for we were the final refuge of his own decaying humanity.” Iztacoatl scoffed in disdain, she who had cast away all vestiges of morality in the name of her cruel pleasure. “Yoloxochitl’s actress was his favorite. It hardly took him a fortnight to impregnate her.”
“Enough,” Eztli’s voice cut through the vile words.
I heard a slap ringing through the chill air of the empty night. The stars had gone dark, and the moon began to fade away too.
“My sister was there when she gave birth,” Iztacoatl said. “Having miscarried herself, watching a woman with her face giving birth to her Father’s own son was… traumatizing, I suppose.”
“Shut up.” I heard Eztli beg out of my vision. “Please…”
Iztacoatl cruelly denied her plea. “I wonder if you will look like her once your mother gives birth too. I’m sure you will act like my dear sister did back then, greedily grabbing that child in your grief and longing.”
Her voice became lower, laced with smugness.
“You will claim it like she claimed you,” she whispered to Eztli beyond the range of my vision. “With your fangs.”
Eztli’s sobs tore out at my heart. If the drugs had allowed me enough strength to feel anger, I would have slapped Iztacoatl in the face in revenge. Alas, I could do little more than mumble incoherently with my back pressed against a floor of stone. Chains continued to stretch me thin until I heard my bones crack oh so slightly…
“It was then that we realized we didn’t need Father to make more of us.” Something cold grabbed my cock and caressed it. “Well, not all of him.”
Something stirred within my heart. A pitch-black darkness awakened, his crimson eyes glaring through the bars of his ancient cage.
“My sister Ocelocihuatl formed a plan. Blood for blood, she said. The sons will bind the father. She conceived a trap, which I executed. I lured Father in with so much fresh blood until he grew drunk on it.” Her laugh echoed again in the night, louder and sharper. “Can you fathom how much blood it takes to get a god of hunger drunk?”
I remembered. I remembered the frenzy of the thundering drums beckoning me into the shadow of a blazing mountain, lightning flashing, a plume of smoke rising into the storm-wracked sky. They came to me naked, a line of a thousand birds guided by my daughters into my waiting maw. I recalled the soft noise of their bones being crushed within my palms, blood and pulque dripping on my fangs.
I remembered the shame and guilt, the horror at what I had become, the disgust that my own clawed hands inspired in my heart, but I could not stop… I was thirsty, and the blood of men tasted so sweet…
“Then, when he was in the throes of his blissful addiction, we gently carried him to bed,” my daughter said, mocking me. “You should have seen him, songbird. How he kept saying he loved us, that he did it all for our sake. What a fool.”
I remembered the chains my daughters put around my hands and feet. Their links burned with words I was too drunk to recognize. I did not fight them as they led me to the altar, for I was too tired to think. I only wished to sleep and rest, to forget the pain of existing…
“It was always about power with us, long before your godhood,” my third eldest said. “We had it all, we obeyed you; and when we had a chance to rule in your place, we seized it.”
And then I recalled their twisted betrayal.
I struggled against the chains, my mask’s jaws snapping with anger. My heart burned with a sulfur glow and my lungs screamed with the rage of centuries past.
“Finally awake, are you?” my treacherous daughter taunted me. How I longed to snap her neck with these borrowed hands… “Good. We can at last put you back in your place, Father.”
“̵̢͉̜͈̐̓͛̿́̏́̏͊͌̕̕͝
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I smelled it in the air. That delectable scent of fear, that creeping horror at the thought of lurking death. It only grew stronger as my true children circled us above us, a cloud of blood and fur on jet black wings. They used to demand blood and worship once.
Now I only craved silence.
“Are you in there, songbird?” my beautiful snake of a daughter asked my other self, the tyrant sun to my endless night. We were one tonight, united in spite and pain. “Then you will feel it too. What we put him through that night–”
“Enough, Iztacoatl,” Ocelocihuatl’s voice cut through the chatter. “Let us proceed.”
My jaguar’s words were as cold as my fury boiled with sulfur flames. She was the one who I loathed most. The one who led her sisters down the path of treachery. The one who learned almost all of which I had to teach her and whose gifts she turned against me, her own father, after I had saved her from that so-called god’s jaws!
How I loathed her! How I wished to skin her, to bite her, and drink her to the last drop of rotten blood!
I raged against the chains constraining our limbs, but my other self was too weak to free us from their sorcery and the drugs inhibiting our veins. My daughters’ shadows gathered around us, each of them holding one of our bindings. Yoloxochitl’s replacement held onto us with feebler hands than the others, her eyes weeping tears of blood, but it made no difference.
They were fools, all of them. The door would never close again. They could keep pressing against me for years, centuries, but I would not let them sleep soundly anymore. One night they would falter, and I would devour every single one of them. I would welcome my children back into my bottomless belly, where they shall never escape me again.
But that night was a long time away.
My daughters spoke words of power which I’d taught them once. My true children fled, repelled by my own stolen sorcery. We heard liquid dripping on a stone floor, black and viscous. My other self recognized the smell of the vile tar which he had seen flowing so many times underground, but I?
I remembered the pain.
“Burn!” my daughters chanted as the black tide crept upon us. “May your body burn like the sun, foolish father!
The tar swallowed us both, devouring our skin and flesh as I once ate so many others.
And we burned.
—----
I died screaming.
I had already tasted the cold kiss of death once, so I knew I hadn’t merely been knocked out unconscious by the pain. Sleep wouldn’t have sent the message, wouldn’t have hurt their Dark Father through me the way they’d hoped to.
The Nightlords roasted me alive, like they cooked their sire once.
They boiled me in black tar until the flesh was stripped from my bones. They burned me to death until the sharp sting of agony overpowered the numbness of the drugs, and until the pain sank into my marrow.
My eyes blazed within their sockets. My vision became a shining light that pierced the veil between life and death, between existence and nothingness, between the past and the future. I saw a great golden condor flying under a blinding sun and above golden mountains, whose radiance was denied to me.
Brother, I thought, before recalling the last time I’d seen this bird. Inkarri?
But that wasn’t my brother’s name. I had no brother of my own. I was…
The thread of my life snapped, and I was alone in my head again.
Death tore the First Emperor and me apart in a violent splintering of the soul. This was no gentle separation. Our selves had blurred together for a few minutes, the actor and the role so closely intertwined I couldn’t tell where I began and where the dark god Yohuachanca began.
Such had been the purpose of the Nightlords’ ritual: to let their father possess me by reenacting his trauma, so they could hurt him again through me.
I was thrown back into Xibalba’s crossroads with all the violence of a sudden murder, my mind a chaotic maelstrom of disordered thoughts and mangled ideas. I thought dying once already would have softened the backslash, but so thorough was my soul’s violation that I shivered when I recalled the memories that I’d shared with the First Emperor. So much pain and hunger…
Monsters all of them. Father and daughters both.
I fought to crawl onto my knees, my head dizzy and my body unbearably warm. My current shape in the Underworld was partly influenced by that of my physical body above ground. When I looked at my hands, the flesh had been stripped from their bones.
I would likely look no different from the Burned Men, just without the baleful heart-fire burning inside my chest. Just another charred skeleton wandering the ruins of an undead world.
I slowly acclimated to the chilling air of Xibalba and recovered my thoughts. Hatred helped my mind achieve a certain clarity. Meditating over my grudge helped me anchor myself into the present moment.
The Nightlords would pay for this humiliation.
I should have expected them to kill me to weaken the First Emperor at one point or another. Why wouldn’t they? So long as they kept my soul in bondage, the Nightlords could afford to bring me back again and again, as many times as it took to cow their betrayed god back to his slumber. An emperor was little more than an effigy to suffer in a dark god’s place to them.
Would the Nightlords do something to my body before they brought me back from the dead? Would they carve spells into my bones?
I activated Bonecraft to form a skull in the palm of my skeletal hand and used the Legion to infuse it with my predecessors’ spirit. The pale glow forming within the eye sockets reassured me greatly. My sorcerous powers remained undiminished. The Nightlords’ cruel ritual hadn’t denied me my gifts at the very least.
“We weep for you, our successor,” the past emperors said with genuine compassion. They had experienced death often enough to sympathize with my situation. “The Nightlords may have burned away your flesh, but your spirit shines brighter.”
“It doesn’t feel this way…” I rasped. My own words sounded like crackling embers. “It was… difficult.”
Not the torture itself—I had suffered far worse in Xibalba’s trials—but the loss of my identity. I hated the thought of becoming the puppet of a higher power. To have my own sense of self blurring with that of another disturbed and enraged me to my core.
Was this how Eztli suffered every day? Slowly losing herself until her thoughts were no longer her own? Having experienced it for myself, I could understand why she broke down the way she did.
This only solidified my resolve to spare her any further violation.
“We wish we could do more,” the Parliament of Skulls apologized to me. “Alas, unless our minds join together through the Legion, we cannot shield your mind. You will require more power before our collective may serve as your shield.”
“I understand…” I had every intention of claiming Tlaloc’s embers soon enough. “How much… how much did you see?”
“Everything,” my predecessors replied. “We are certain that the totem you saw in your vision was indeed the condor, lord of the sky. The same totem that blessed the Apu Inkarri, who hounded you in the Underworld’s first layer.”
“And who hasn’t plotted against me since,” I noted. “Is he truly limited to the first layer without King Mictlantecuhtli’s blessing?”
“He may be simply unwilling to access Xibalba in any way,” my predecessors said. “Few would dare to do so. We suspect he must have been focusing on gathering resources for our now inevitable conflict.”
I nodded sharply. He would likely strike me during the Flower War, when I would approach his territory. “There… I think there is more.”
I recounted to my predecessors what unfolded during my latest Xibalba trials. I told about the carvings I’d seen, the tales of the two brothers which they represented, and my argument with the Lords of Terrors when they failed to corrupt me any further.
My predecessors pondered the matter for a long time before sharing their observations. “These carvings that you have observed present a very interesting development, assuming that they contain the truth. We cannot exclude the possibility that the Lords of Terrors are trying to deceive you.”
“I felt the tale was a little dubious too,” I replied. “But my vision… it at least confirms some parts.”
“Yes. If the First Emperor indeed had a brother with a condor totem who fled into the mountains after his sibling’s ascension, signs would seem to point in the Sapa Empire’s direction.” Ghostfire light flickered in my predecessors’ eye sockets. “If we recall correctly, the Sapa believes that their empire was first founded by a son of the sun that descended from the sky, who then sired the imperial line that rules them over them to this day.”
The similarities with my own situation were too great for me to ignore. “You believe it could have been the First Emperor’s brother?”
“If they were indeed brothers, and if the story happened according to those carvings,” the past emperors replied with heavy skepticism. “We are basing our thoughts on visions, unreliable information, and assumptions. We suspect we would be better off discussing the matter with your mother. Having passed the trials herself, she may possess insight that would help clarify your findings.”
“Agreed.” I rose back to my feet, pulled the skull in my hands close, and summoned the Doll to carve a path open into the floor. The way to my mother’s den appeared to me without issues. “They could not obstruct it. I guess this is part of their deal with Mother.”
“Your recent feud with the Lords of Terror concerns us,” the Parliament said. “However bound they might be to this city’s laws, the fact remains that you are trapped in their seat of power. Proceed with caution until you escape these walls.”
“I shall not lower my guard,” I promised.
One trial and a ballcourt game.
One more trial and a game, then I could leave this place for good.
—-----
I found my parents arguing in their living room.
I used the term ‘argue’ loosely; while my mother didn’t hide her frustration, twitching and clenching her fists, my father remained unmoved like an ancient stone. I don't ever recall him ever truly showing fury.
“My answer is no, Ichtaca,” Father said. “This… crosses too many lines.”
“I do not wish to do it with anyone other than you,” Mother said with a voice full of bitterness. She wasn’t used to being denied anything.
“Then let us find another way. I do not know, would it not be possible to create a temporary body for me to inhabit?”
Mother groaned. “Why create something that we already have plenty to choose from?”
“Because people do not belong to us!”
“They wouldn’t remember anything!” Mother took my father’s hands into her own. “You would be the one in control, Itzili. I would be all yours…”
“I…” Father looked away. “Even if I wished to go along with this plot, I… I don’t think I could perform in those circumstances.”
“I will cast a Veil over you, so neither of us will be able to tell the difference,” Mother pleaded. “Please, Itzili.”
“I will know,” Father replied with skepticism, before noticing me walking into the room. He immediately let go of Mother’s hands and rushed to my side the moment he saw my charred, fleshless appearance. “Iztac?! By the gods, what happened to you?!”
“I died,” I replied bluntly.
“You…” Father took a step back in shock. “You died, but… how…”
“He did not die permanently,” Mother replied upon noticing my blazing heart-fire. She studied my bones and noticed the charred traces on them. “The Nightlords?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I have experienced worse.”
“Iztac, they burned you to the bone,” Father replied in concern. “This is not nothing. Do you need–”
“I am fine, Father,” I replied before he started worrying too much. His concern touched me, however uncalled for. “I do not need anything. They will bring me back sometime soon.”
“Do you see what our son has to go through, Itzili?” Mother told Father. “If you went along with my proposal, I could help him better.”
Her hypocrisy caused me to choke in outrage. Even Father shook his head in tiredness. “Ichtaca, are you truly trying to drag him into this? I will not do it.”
“Your father is impossible,” Mother complained to me with a groan. “Perhaps you will be able to beat some sense into his thick skull.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, though I had my suspicions.
“Your Mother has…” Father fidgeted in embarrassment. “She’s keen on trying a new spell that involves the two of us… well…”
“Making love?” I guessed while struggling not to laugh. “You finally agreed to try out Seidr, Mother?”
Mother snickered in annoyance. “Your smugness is unbefitting of you, my son.”
“So you’re the one who put her up to it, Iztac?” Father shuddered. “Unfortunately, being dead limits the possibilities on my side. Your mother suggested a solution I am not comfortable with.”
“She wishes you to Ride someone above ground.” Of course Mother would do that. She was already working on a spell to transfer minds permanently, and she was more interested in mating with Father’s soul than his current vessel. “It could work.”
“See?” Mother said, immediately pouncing on the opportunity. “He understands.”
Father gave me a mortified look; quite the difficult feat to achieve when you had a skull for a face. “I do not wish to sleep with my wife in another’s body, Iztac. Your mother may call it a meeting of the souls and that it wouldn’t count so long as I was in control, but…” He shook his head in disgust. “It does matter to me.”
“That would be awkward,” I conceded. I wouldn’t feel comfortable making love to Nenetl while in, say, Tlaxcala’s body. “How about you both possess newlyweds then? I can think of two who would fit nicely.”
“I cannot believe what I’m hearing.” Father sounded angry for the first time in years. “How is forcing two people to have sex against their will any different from a rape? Except that in this case we would have two victims instead of one?”
Mother refused to give up. “Iztac is right though, we could possess an existing couple who has consummated their relationship. What would be the problem then? They would already make love without us Riding them.”
“They would not experience nor remember anything either,” I added. I intellectually understood his concern, but I’d used the Ride spell to kill my vessels, so using them for lovemaking sounded middling at best; hardly anything to get worked up over.
“Their bodies will experience it, and… it is a slippery slope. I fear it will become easy to justify stealing another man's life so that I may enjoy what I lost.” Father sighed and looked at his lifeless, skeletal hands. “I want to hold you in my arms, Ichtaca. I want to feel your warmth, I want to kiss you, and I want to be with you.”
His sincerity took Mother aback. If she wore her mortal body rather than her Underworld form, she would have likely looked quite flustered. “Then why are you being so difficult about this, Itzili?”
“Because I want to hold you with my arms, not borrowed ones,” Father replied before embracing his wife. “We will find a better solution, Ichtaca, but not this one. Not at any cost.”
While I remained ambivalent and Mother grumbled in defeat, my predecessors immediately supported his decision. “Your integrity honors you, Lord Itzili.”
“I am no lord, Your Majesties,” Father replied with embarrassment.
“You have the heart of one,” the Parliament insisted. “We have watched this world for over six centuries. We have seen too few good men with principles during this time, and fewer with the resolve to abide by them. Though some of us have indulged in the worst pleasures this world can offer, we all respect your decision.”
“I’m, uh… thank you.” Father respectfully bowed to the skull. “Your praise honors me.”
“Enough,” Mother grumbled while moving towards the door to her divination room. “Come with me, my son. We have little time to continue your training before your captors raise you again.”
“Will Your Majesty stay with me until they finish?” Father asked my predecessors. “I can set up a Patolli game for us to play in the meantime.”
“We must advise our successor for now, but we can split our attention over six-hundred ways,” the Parliament of Skulls replied with what could pass for enthusiasm. They had clearly taken a liking to my father. “Would you kindly create another vessel, Iztac?”
I agreed to the request, leaving one skull in Father’s care to give the dead emperors a reprieve from their monotonous existence and taking another with Mother in her divination room.
“Your father is so stubborn!” Mother complained the moment she closed the door behind us. “So unreasonable!”
I chuckled. “Isn’t that why he won you over?”
To my amusement, Mother’s behavior softened considerably. “Yes, it is,” she replied with a heavy sigh. “I simply wish he would be more flexible. The Embrace could assist me in my research to help return him to life, and I do not wish to share my bed with anyone else.”
For some reason, I found myself warming up a bit to Mother on the matter. While it annoyed me that she would only push Father to try it out after I’d shown her the spell’s potential, I was happy that she didn’t even consider doing it with anybody else nor forcing the matter on him. I was starting to believe that her feelings for him were indeed completely genuine.
“I would love to share thoughts on Seidr,” I said. “I have been experimenting with it lately, and I formed a surprisingly strong bond with Nenetl.”
“Nenetl?” Mother asked in confusion until she recalled the name, at which point she grew curious. “Ah yes, your Nahualli consort. Did the Embrace spell behave differently with her?”
“I think it did, yes,” I confirmed. “Our connection was… intense. It was like we were a single soul sharing two bodies.”
“Odd,” Mother replied. “You said her totem was the wolf? There is no special association between her totem and yours.”
“It could be love,” I replied with a chuckle. “I am very fond of her.”
The past emperors remained skeptical. “We suspect there is more to this, our successor. Remember the White Snake’s reaction. She would not rejoice over you and your consort finding love unless she meant to destroy it.”
“True,” I conceded. “She called Nenetl the moon to my sun. I am uncertain what this means.”
Mother didn’t say a word.
I waited for her to comment on the matter, but she simply stared at me silently for a while. I found her blank expression quite unnerving.
“How old is this Nenetl?” she asked me suddenly.
What an odd question. “Around my age?” I replied with a frown. “Maybe slightly younger, I think. Why?”
“I am merely curious,” Mother replied with a shrug that looked… faked. “What is she like?”
Her question surprised me. “Very kind,” I replied. A smile would have formed on my lips if I had any left. “Much like Father.”
“I see.” I caught a strange glint in Mother’s eyes, though I couldn’t identify its nature. “You should stay away from her. Practicing Seidr with a fellow Nahualli might have unforeseen consequences that risk alerting the Nightlords to your true potential. Growing attached to her will only give your enemies more means to pressure you.”
Her concern sounded quite reasonable, but I was starting to know my mother; enough that I could smell a lie.
She was hiding something from me. Something that concerned Nenetl.
Should I push for details? It was only a hunch, and I doubted Mother would remain silent if it was anything truly serious. It did arouse my curiosity, however. I decided to play the fool and stay quiet for now.
I would have other opportunities to find out later.
“Let us discuss more productive things, my son,” Mother decided. “What have you witnessed in the House of Bats?”
“Carvings,” I replied. “Who was Camazotz, Mother?”
“The cruel bat god who once ruled Xibalba.” Mother tilted her head to the side. “So you have reached the same conclusions I did.”
“You believe that the First Emperor is the man from the carvings?” My predecessors inquired. “The moon brother?”
“Evidence would point that way,” Mother confirmed. “I have researched this Camazotz and interrogated the ancient dead on the matter. According to them, he used to be a god of bats and terror that lurked in Xibalba and terrorized mankind all the way back to the Fourth Sun’s dawn.”
“He was a Lord of Terror?” I asked before quickly excluding the possibility. “No, it cannot be. He would have been bound to the city otherwise.”
“As a god associated with the bat totem, I suspect that Camazotz could move freely between the realms,” Mother replied. “A monster that could torment both the living and the dead, and who would have no equal in a world where most of his surviving brethren perished to raise the Fifth Sun.”
“In this case, we can assume that the First Emperor likely consumed him during his ascension,” my predecessors said. “In doing so, Dread Yohuachanca usurped control over their shared totem and corrupted it. A bat consuming another for supremacy.”
“That’s the source of the vampire curse,” I muttered to myself upon piecing things together. “A corruption of the totem choosing its Nahualli incarnations.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Mother replied with uncertainty. “The process of how the First Emperor usurped Camazotz’s role remains uncertain. We’ll need the remaining codices to confirm our assumptions, and I couldn’t extract any more information from the Lords of Terror.”
I would have to inform her about those demons’ power play, but a more urgent matter occupied my mind. Namely, Ezlti’s fate.
“Do you think the vampire curse stains only the Teyolia?” I asked Mother. “Or would it stain the Tonalli too?”
“I would assume the curse most focuses on the former,” Mother replied. “While the lesser Nightkin turn into bats to a fault, the Nightlords have retained their original totems in spite of having been claimed directly by their godly sire.”
I nodded sharply. “I had that hoped it would be the case. I would assume that your soul transfer spell project would focus on overwriting the Tonalli of another?”
Mother studied me carefully. “Do you have something on your mind, my son? I recall that you showed distaste at the idea of using the spell.”
“For my own sake, most certainly,” I replied. “If I remember, you said that it would require a strong spiritual connection between the participants? Would an actor and its replacement suffice?”
My predecessors were the first to catch on. “You are thinking of your consorts.”
“My former consort, Eztli, is having her mind slowly being taken over by her predecessor, and her body tainted by the vampiric curse.” A smile stretched on my lips. “I would like to offer her soul a fresh start… in a new skin.”
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A/N: At its heart, Blood & Fur is a demented family sitcom.
Anyway, the orgy arc (did I actually type that?) is done; we're back to sorcery research and trials ;)
Comments
BlaueFeder
always. Here for it.
BlaueFeder
they are definitely related. After all, Necahaual said he looks like his father, so thats 100% him imo. My guess was that Nenetl is his twin and maybe his mother used magic to obscure her or sth.
BlaueFeder
The orgy arc was kinda short tbh. My depraved self hungers for more smutty sustenance. The twin reveal/confirmation is however a welcome surprise to be sure. HEHEHEHE
Colin Love
Well for such a dark start the connotations of the theory behind the vampiric curse and the moon and sun aspects past and present sure make for darker speculation. Roles have power as has been amply demonstrated the nightlords are good at bending reality to their will for twisted ends. Not that I’m complaining it’s very well done and there’s just enough hope/light balanced that I’m not left walking away feeling despair. That said I like reading works that don’t feel preordained and no or few characters are safe/protected. (If not in totality, not trying to warp my viewpoint accidentally). I don’t feel a happy ending is anyway inevitable and what it would look like is a range of possibilities. That said there’s enough momentum towards the light/good aspects that I don’t feel the author is a sadist. Like I’m not going flip to the last page and read jokes on you everyone is turned/dead and the dark god reborn stands unchallenged or something. If anything the parental argument in the underworld if bleak could be one possible happy ending if not a desirable one. Who knows what the end will bring as time barrels on towards more pivotal events and the final countdown.
Yuval Roth
Possible she was taken by the nightlord as a baby, his father might have not brought it up to not hurt him, his dad also knew his mom was a witch and said nothing about that.
Dylan Alexander
More likely mothers side.
Matthew Flowers
Can someone link the chapter with Ictahca’s backstory? The math isn’t really checking out for Nenetl to be his sibling. I get why people assume that with the references to a brother moon and sun. Wouldn’t Itzili recall if his wife got pregnant again? Keeping Iztac’s sibling a secret would be uncharacteristic of him. Same as his mother having an affair or getting raped when she was a fully fledged sorcerer. I think they are likely cousins however, connected on the father’s side.
Yuval Roth
Her being raped seems unlikely, considering that Nentel is his age or younger, and before she even met his father she was already a witch for years, capable of even transforming, even if someone stronger than her cornered her, in most cases she can probably fly.
Yuval Roth
I guess the flower girl did use to love him, before she kind of broke, she seems like someone who would love her family, in a way, she is kind of the saddest nightlord, the others look like pure evil, but in her it feels like she used to be good, she just steadily gone crazy until it was warped.
Runaway_Cactuar
Lol can we really call it an "orgy arc" if the main headliner of the arc is family trauma in 2 separate families?
Cerbero300
oops I was wrong
Jay
I also don’t think she was raped because In a previous chapter when they were doing sedir iztac had the vision of his parents doing it and in the background he says he hears crying I think nentel is his full blooded sibling and before his mother left she got pregnant again and that vision he had was nenetel conception
Cerbero300
You also have your point of view and I respect that. But I have known people who force the author to change events or something about the characters, and not because said event goes against what the character represents but because they did not like it at all. and we have to keep in mind that those events, thoughts or actions that the protagonists take are the ones that in my opinion make a story more interesting, like the religious fans of Warhamer 40k. (I'm not saying that your point is wrong bro since it is a serious topic, I just wanted to tell you that you enjoy reading without thinking about it so much)
Dylan Alexander
I can definitely see your point and even concede to you on it, I just guess I will have to try to look beyond so to speak and not get the ich every time they potentially couple.
Cerbero300
I am immune. I only have brothers. and even if he had sisters, I don't see the problem, you have to know that this is fiction, in Game of Thrones incest was very present and that didn't ruin the story. (Not because you read it in a story should you put it into practice, for example I :I like bloody and violent stories, and I consider myself a calm person who will not explode at the slightest provocation.
Kris Bruns
Interesting idea, but I don't think there's enough evidence to support it. For instance, I would think that Iztac seeing the sedir vision from his father's point of view would suggest that Iztac and Itzilli are biological father and son. Because if they weren't related it would make more sense to see it from his mother's point of view.
Void Herald
I doubt I will ever give an 'objective' full account of this past history; you will get different perspectives on past events, but like Iztac, you'll have to piece things together from biased accounts ;)
Carlos Torres
So did we get a biased edited account of what happened 600 years ago? Is this like a more messed up Lot from Genesis scenario?
Dylan Alexander
But like, it’s fucking wrong, morally and biologically. Like how the fuck am I supposed to root for the main character if he knowingly keeps fucking his own sister. Unless the point of this is that I’m not and in the end he becomes the villain.
Nicholas
I'm guessing the reason Ichtaca doesn't want to sleep with another man and the reason she doesn't tell Iztac her suspicions of incest are one in the same. Most likely, she was raped before she met Itzili. I think the fact that Iztac's and Nenetl's sedir vision involved him copulating with his mother through his father alongside the White Snake's amusement practically seals the deal.
Void Herald
i confirm the First Emperor indeed genuinely loved his daughters, in his own way, but that the feeling wasn't mutual ;) the four Nightlords are the real monsters of the story.
Cerbero300
and something I forgot to add because of the rush. I had thought about the way they managed to betray their father by exploiting the feelings he had for them, but I didn't believe it would be true, if he loved them and they weren't daughters that he only had because of his lust . (On the other hand, what the Sapa empire will bring will be more interesting, being the counterpart of the first emperor. Chaos against order, lus vs darkness, good against evil or something like that, it may even be the opposite or something similar to Warhamer 40k .
GloryHound
Oh god Nenetel is his sister or something isn’t she. His half sister? Or cousin? Probably half sister.
Yuval Roth
He already fell in love with her, and he already did a lot of fucked up stuff, and like I said, it isn't necessarily true that he is allowed to not sleep with her, considering the implications of abominations born on unholy union, and the fact Jaguar woman picked her while knowing she is his sister, and with the snake saying she is happy (I didn't know she could be happy), I think she had some purpose in it, maybe like kin slaying, incest between Nahualli produce something magical (and monsterous), so I suspect that if he avoided sleeping with her for too long, he will get a talk.
Yuval Roth
I kind of suspect he would figure it out if he put some serious thought into it, from the top of my head, four different hints, the prophecy, the seider visions, the snake and his mother, the fact he didn't connect the dots yet when he would probably normally is kind of showing how much the thought wasn't even entertained in the loosest sense, he probably didn't even consider he might have other family.
Jay
we shoulda seen the hints when they seider and iztac started receiving visions of his parents doin it shoulda raised alarm bells…damn my boy can’t have a single healthy relationship welp Ingrid you’re the new fave
Flufflez
They may have just used fleshcrafting, but I wonder if the Nightlords are not Nahualli, but are instead Mometzcopinques. Iztac plans to create 4 Mometzcopinques to reduce the strain on himself, and we know the play tends to repeat itself, fueling my suspicions. Having to borrow power may have contributed to the personalities and ambitions of Iztac's captors.
Cerbero300
I can't wait to see iztac discover that nenetl is his sister. I guess the one who drops the bomb will be the snake and the one who receives the shock wave will be Mama Owl. I want to see that drama unfold. (hahahaha, I look like my mother watching her Turkish novels)
George R
Awesome chapter
Dylan Alexander
Still, you don’t have to keep sleeping with her, that’s fucked up not to mention wrong.
Yuval Roth
I am not sure he is allowed not to, but don't forget that the revulsion he might feel is probably mitigated by the fact he didn't even suspect he had a sister until one of the women he loved turned out to be one, pretty different from growing up with one.
Dylan Alexander
Well it would be fucked if he kept sleeping with her for sure.
Void Herald
It's more that Iztac himself is a sorcerous prodigy who keenly understands the underlying rules of magic (namely, that sacrifice, trades, and the image of power are what matter most); it was mentioned that even his Mother's potential pales before his own, because unlike her, he's very willing to sacrifice himself or use his image to gain tangible gain. The likes of the Nightlords are fond of offering others for power, but true power requires personal sacrifices.
Yuval Roth
Nah, I think he would be fine, he didn't even know he had a sister, maybe it would change if he knew before he slept with her, but by now he would probably just feel awkward about how she would react.
Yuval Roth
Is the magic we see Itzac learn simplified for us, because some of the spells he did like the gaze seem like stuff you can learn simply by playing around, or did it work because someone taught him or something else.
miraca
it's going to be another incest thing, right?
Yuval Roth
But their children become part of the harem, so can't the nightlords wait until they have nahualli emperor, have him breed a bunch and than tell the next one to breed those daughters and so on, until like half the harem is Nahualli, Itzac himself feared giving them consistent access to narhuali children like an update or two ago, which is odd considering they already had such emperors, speaking of it, it was already mentioned the nightlords tend to kidnap Nahualli women for such purposes, so are those just hanging around the harem and Itzac didn't speak to any yet?
Void Herald
Blood & Fur is very much a 'soft' magic system; other systems with hard rules treat it like a science while in this world, you can do everything 'right' and still be wrong because of twists and turns ;)
Void Herald
I mean, look at Chindi and Ichtaca; both were Nahualli that spread a great deal of suffering and they aren't the only ones, so tales like this survive. For inheritance, I assume you meant the emperor selection? There are cosmic/astrological factors in place when selecting the emperor, so the Nightlords don't really 'choose' as much as they 'find' the candidate. The blood refinement is to create new Nightkin, not select emperors.
Carlos Torres
You know, in the grand scheme of things, the soon to be messed up reveal that Nentel is most likely his sister is just going to be a minor thing placed in the "Fucked up Things I do as Emperor" pile. Unless Iztac desides to pull a Jon Snow.
Stultus
I like this kind of magical system - a magic system focused on the underlying significance of things, and how invoking such significance is in itself, a kind of power. A big issue I've found with video game magic and table top magic system is that they need strictly defined rules and systems, and that just doesn't often mesh well with this kind of "characterisation" for magic systems. It's great to be able to explore the magic alongside Iztac, and see how it may be used.
Stultus
Must be hard for Ichtaca to lecture Iztac on moral wrongs. "Iztac, do not have sex with your sister" "Aren't you feared and hated by the entire city of the dead for kidnapping the souls of the dead?" "..."
Yuval Roth
Speaking of totems, how did the discrimination survived with multiple emperors having totems? Did the empire hide it after said emperors died? Also, how does such inheritance work, because I would think like half of the harem would have those by now, if just being child of one was enough, I would think the massive emperor farm would have gotten a lot of such blood long ago.
Yuval Roth
Oh, they don't look like they have totems, guessing they used their flesh crafting.
Void Herald
Well, I've implied that Iztac has developed heavy pyromaniac tendencies (his first response to Xibalba's trials is to burn things down and his more... psychotic episodes were linked to events like Smoke Mountain). The fact he's not too bothered about the tar things is another example.
MasterofNova
Honestly think this was my favorite chap so far, loved the lore and character on the display. However, I'm kinda confused about Iztac's claims about the physical pain he suffers not concerning him. Sure he could have already been through worse but that doesn't mean he's gained instant mental immunity to lesser forms of physical trauma. That type of pain resistance is built over a long period of time, not less than half a year no matter what brodie has been through. And honestly I'm not sure anything he's actually been through would be worse than being burnt alive when it comes to the pain scale. Kinda holding on hope that it's a side effect of the divine embers cause he's mentioned the whole "I've been through worse in Xibalba" a few times before and I just rolled with it but dismissing being burned alive is a bit much to me.
Void Herald
There's a patreon gallery with pictures: https://www.patreon.com/posts/character-blood-84925602?l=fr
Yuval Roth
How do they look like, I vaguely remember mentions the Jaguar woman had red hair, but it seems they are all like him, so did they change their appearance?
Yuval Roth
Yes, this almost confirm that Nentel his sister, his mother is probably feeling really really awkward.
Void Herald
The Nightlords are full blood sisters. Their mother will be mentioned, but she's very minor in the grand scheme of things; their father was the one with godhood and magic.
Void Herald
You're welcome.
mhaj58
Are the night lords full blooded sisters or half sisters. Does their mother have any part to play in the story?
miraca
Thanks for the chapter
