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Blood & Fur Chapter 69: The Price of Love
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I brushed a scroll with fingers that weren’t mine.
The vellum felt so soft beneath my nails, even as the words I read carried little more than empty platitudes. I focused on the hidden patterns within the text, catching the first signs of each sentence and rearranging them in a sequence that revealed the hidden truth.
It had taken me so long to set this up without my captors noticing. I’d called upon favors from Mother’s network of spies and allies, obscured the delivery of these messages under countless layers of misdirection, and paid the necessary intermediaries with both gold and favors. Exhuming this codex had taken a long time, and translating Mother’s secret notes undetected even more so.
All so that I could be useful to him.
All so that he would notice me and free me from this lonely prison.
How could these stories possibly help though? They were mere tales; stories about a nameless magician descending into the land of the dead, seeking power and wisdom to defeat a great evil he couldn’t kill nor understand. Deeper he descended, beneath a kingdom of fire and ashes into the wind-battered ruins of a world that used to be.
There he met the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl, father of mankind, who now watched over the degenerate children he failed to save. The ancient god congratulated his visitor on braving the trials required to reach him and enlightened him.
“The Teyolia is the essence of life, that which separates the living from the dead,” Quetzalcoatl said. “A Tonalli may take many incarnations, but the heart-fire is unique to each vessel.”
“What of darkness?” the sorcerer asked. “Why must the bat feast on fearful men?”
“Because it would starve otherwise,” the great serpent replied. “Though the bat may travel between the realms of the dead and the living at will, it remains among the latter; and life is consumption. So it is that men must die to fuel the sun that gives them life. For the flame to be nurtured and the chain of existence to remain unbroken, it must feed continuously. The gods who cannot sustain their flame fade away into the depths of the earth, the same as any man.”
The tale made little sense to me, since I lacked true understanding of such things, but I knew it would serve him well and so I engraved these words to memory.
The vision ended there.
The softness of the scroll under my fingers was replaced by the warmth of Ingrid’s sweating hips. She faced me, her arms coiling around my neck and her legs dangling in the void while I held her against her bedroom wall. Her warm breath blew on my face before her lips pressed against mine in a final kiss.
I had held true to my promise. I gave myself to her wholly and exclusively. Lady Zyanya and my other concubines didn’t hide their disappointment when I said I would carry Ingrid to her chambers alone after the spectacle in the bath, but it pleased my consort.
The Seidr ritual had worked better than I expected. I didn’t feel the same immediate connection I shared with Nenetl, but Ingrid had copiously studied her mother’s notes and methods. She held nothing back from me either.
I’d already considered using Seidr as a method of sharing information without being overheard by others, but Ingrid was the first to follow through with the idea on her own. She had begun to recover information about the First Emperor’s codex her mother gathered and gave me a peek of its secrets; she guessed, correctly, that I could make good use of them.
I couldn’t help but ponder about something else as we separated and caught our breath. I’d felt Ingrid’s love and dedication in every kiss and flash of memory. I’d shared the depth of her feelings for me, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t touch my heart.
I wanted to return at least a sliver of that devotion, and I could think of only one way to do so.
“I will show you Winland soon,” I said after putting my clothes on again.
Ingrid quickly caught on. She appeared deeply moved for a brief instant, until her sense of reason reasserted itself.
“My lord was kind to offer me my own private Winland, but surely imperial resources would be better spent elsewhere,” she replied, when she truly meant, “Should we waste a ritual on indulging me rather than destroying the Nightlords?”
“I can find no better use of them than ensuring your own happiness.” And I meant those words. “Ingrid.”
She looked into my eyes, her pale marble skin glittering like moonlight under the glow of nearby torches.
“I will never take you for granted,” I promised her. “Every kindness you give me, I shall return tenfold.”
I wanted her to be happy, not because it would secure her loyalty to me, but because I wanted her to know how much I appreciated her. Because I valued her as a person… and as a wife.
Ingrid pondered my words for a moment before offering me a warm, genuine smile. “Thank you, Iztac,” she said before draping herself in a bedsheet. “I never doubted it.”
Somehow, those four words—so simple in their sincerity—felt better than any of the many empty luxuries which I’d enjoyed today.
I kissed Ingrid goodbye one last time and then moved to visit my last consort.
As usual, Eztli chose to share a room with her mother. I immediately sensed the distance between them the moment I walked in, both physically and emotionally. My vampiric consort rested in the only bed available, nude and smirking in anticipation. Necahual otherwise stood in front of the obsidian window, staring through it with a deep scowl on her face.
Most importantly, she was fully clothed.
“Haven’t you heard?” I asked while embracing Necahual from behind, my arms closing on her waist. She didn’t resist my pull. She knew that she was mine. “No one is allowed to wear clothes in my presence. You have disobeyed me.”
Necahual ignored me.
“What’s going on?” I inquired.
“I have been asking myself the same question,” Eztli replied while lying on her back. The marigold placed in her hair sent shivers down my spine. “Mother has been in a foul mood all day.”
“Is that so?” I kissed Necahual on the neck. “What bothers you so much?”
My favorite stopped watching the window just long enough to glare at me. “Your mother.”
“Ah.” I should have expected as much. Of course, learning of her survival rattled Necahual to the bone after what Mother put her through; doubly so since she came into contact with her own daughter. “Yes, learning about her survival came as quite the shock.”
Necahual didn’t believe me. I could see it written all over her face. She knew that I knew and that I’d kept it to myself. No wonder she gave me the cold shoulder.
“She was quite the sharp woman,” Eztli commented. “I could smell the scent of danger around her.”
“She still hasn’t been found?” Necahual asked coldly. “Nor has Astrid?”
“Not yet, but they will be caught in time,” I replied without really meaning it. This only served to deepen Necahual’s scowl until she turned back to gaze at the world beyond the window while sulking in silence.
Necahual’s jealousy of Mother’s gifts was half the reason she threw her lot in with me. She craved the magical power her romantic rival wielded. Hearing how Mother managed to swoop in and steal Astrid from the Nightlords while Necahual failed to protect her own daughter no doubt infuriated her.
Eztli, who had been observing us for a while, crossed her legs in the bed. “Mother saved him.”
“Whom?” I asked.
“That sick refugee child. Teyok, I think his name was?”
“Teiuc,” Necahual said sharply, her arms crossing beneath her breasts. “His name is Teiuc.”
“That is great,” I said with sincerity. That child was within a heartbeat of death when we found him, and I felt some responsibility for him. I did order his father murdered after all. “How did you do it?”
Necahual gathered her breath and then showed me her palm. A small scar marred her smooth, beautiful skin. I immediately recognized the leftover trace of a slashing wound.
“You fed him your blood?” I muttered in disbelief.
“Since you saved Nenetl by giving her yours, I assumed I could do the same.” Though Necahual continued to scowl, I detected a brief flicker of pride in her eyes. “You visited my bed so often I thought… that your vitality would rub off on me, I guess.”
“Being my mother must have helped,” Eztli guessed. “You are blessed in many ways.”
“Mayhaps,” Necahual conceded with a shrug.
I knew better. Necahual and I practiced Seidr so often she could transfer her Teyolia to another through her blood. Of course she could. If Sigrun could steal the vitality of others without being a Nahualli, why couldn’t someone else give it away?
I finally understood what put her in such a foul mood. Necahual achieved her first feat of witchcraft by saving a child wavering on the brink of death, only for it to be overshadowed by Mother’s much more daring and spectacular return. It reawakened so many old wounds.
“Fulfill your promise,” Necahual muttered under her breath.
I tensed up. She didn’t say which promise, but there was only one oath I had sworn to her: that I would share in my sorcery in exchange for her full assistance and servitude.
And after being forced back into Mother’s shadow once again, her patience was running thin.
“I gave you everything. My soul, my body, my daughter…” Necahual grit her teeth while her hands moved to her belly. “Even this. Now give me what you promised me in return.”
“Not yet,” I whispered back into her ear. I couldn’t put her through the Mometzcopinque ritual without testing it on Lahun first. The risk of losing her was too great.
Necahual wouldn’t listen. “I want it now.”
“The child?” Eztli asked with enthusiasm.
Necahual froze in my arms. As for myself, I was used to hiding my emotions enough not to show surprise.
“Sorry for eavesdropping,” Eztli replied without meaning it, her gaze lingering on her mother’s belly with the thrill of hunger. “I can’t help but feel you’ve finally decided to… commit.”
“You are right,” I said, both to deflect suspicions and finally address the trihorn in the room. My grip on Necahual’s waist strengthened slightly. “Your mother and I are trying to conceive.”
“We are,” Necahual replied, her head turning to glance at her daughter. “As you no doubt wished when you sabotaged my contraceptives, my daughter.”
“Do you blame me?” To her credit, Eztli didn’t bother denying it. “Deep down, you both wanted to cross that line. The tension between you two was palpable.”
She might have been right, but her casual playfulness when considering such a heavy subject rattled me.
“It remains a serious breach of trust,” I warned Eztli. “You knew how sensitive the matter was for the both of us.”
“And what was I supposed to do? Stand by and watch as you continued to be at each other’s throats, as you had been for years?” Eztli sounded genuinely confused by our reaction. Had her humanity degraded so much? “You craved the thrill of crossing that taboo, but feared to. I simply helped you do so.”
“It was our choice to make, my daughter, not yours,” Necahual replied. Her voice carried no resentment, only concern for Eztli’s behavior. “Did you want me to bear a child for our sake, or yours?”
“Both.” Eztli smiled at us in a way that I found both innocent and frighteningly intense. “Don’t you see how it will be the lynchpin that binds us together? The blood that ties us? We can finally be a real family, all three of us, without Father standing in the way.”
She said those last words almost absentmindedly, as if it were a detail we all agreed on. The statement’s true significance sank into my heart, while Necahual stared blankly at her daughter in shock and disbelief.
“What?” Eztli asked. She’d picked up on our reaction.
“Eztli.” I took a deep breath and braced myself for her answer. “What’s your father’s name?”
“Why that question, Iztac?” Eztli scoffed in amusement. “It’s Yohuach–”
Half of the First Emperor’s cursed name escaped her lips before she could catch herself.
A tense silence filled the room. None of us dared to speak or move a muscle for a few seconds. The magnitude of that simple mistake didn’t simply dawn on me or Necahual, but Eztli herself. She was the first to move again, sitting at the edge of the bed with her unblinking eyes staring at the wall. Her face was utterly blank, wearing an expression of utter vacuity.
“My father…” Eztli grabbed her head with both hands, massaging her skin as if to jog her warped memory and only succeeding in falling deeper into confusion. “He’s inside me… my father was a god, so why is there a man’s soul within my belly?”
I was too weak to stop Necahual from breaking out of my embrace, and too spooked to say a word myself. I could only stare at Eztli in silence, my mind conjuring visions of the Razor House. I saw her with a crown of flowers, her mischievous face twisted by Yoloxochitl’s madness.
I’d identified the marigold in her hair and prior behavior as warning signs of her mental degradation, but I didn’t think it’d progressed this far already.
“Eztli,” Necahual said, kneeling in front of her daughter and facing her. “Eztli, look at me.”
Her daughter’s eyes stared through her mother, rather than at her. “Why can’t I remember his name?” Eztli muttered to herself. “I can’t recall it anymore…”
“Your father was a man named Guatemoc,” Necahual said while reaching for her daughter in concern. Though we both know Eztli had been sired by one of my predecessors, he was the father that mattered. “Eztli–”
Eztli slapped her mother’s hand away, her expression twisting into a snarl of rage. “You made me like this!”
Her venomous words shook Necahual harder than any slap. My favorite recoiled from her own daughter, her skin bleaching.
“It’s your fault…” Eztli hissed angrily, anger boiling at the surface of her heart like pouring magma. “It’s your fault I can’t stand in the sun anymore.”
“Eztli, it’s not,” I said, trying to intervene before it got ugly. But it was far too late.
“It is!” Eztli gripped her knees with such pressure that she began to bleed where her nails sank into her flesh. Her eyes were two crimson pits of boiling blood glaring at Necahual. I’d never seen her so hateful. “We all asked you to stop mistreating Iztac. I did, Father, my real father, who died because of you… he ordered you to stop, but you never listened! You just couldn’t let it go!”
Necahual remained as silent as a tomb. Her jaw tightened, her eyes moist with guilt and shame. She didn’t provide an excuse, because she had none.
“It should have been my life,” Eztli whispered in utter defeat, her face buried in her hands. “All I wanted was a good husband, a happy family, and children who would laugh with me. Was that too much to ask for? Instead, I have to crawl away from the sun for all eternity and spend all of existence as a cold, lifeless thing who murdered her own father!"
She began to sob, each sound a dagger in my heart.
What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? That Eztli shouldn’t worry about slowly transforming into another person, forgetting her entire life as a cruel role subsumed her very will? That I would kill the Nightlords and free her before it came to this? That we would get through this together?
What could I say that wouldn’t sound like empty platitudes?
I had to do something, so I took a step forward and reached for my consort. “Eztli–”
“Stop there,” Necahual said sharply.
Her icy tone froze me in my steps. She had given me an order without care for decorum nor caring if anybody listened. Though her expression remained tainted with sorrow and remorse, her eyes brimmed with that same unbreakable resolve she had shown me time and time again.
Necahual wanted me to trust her. Eztli was right, Yoloxochitl wouldn’t have picked her had she not spent so many years tormenting me. She put her daughter in this situation, even if it had been involuntary; so she wanted to resolve this herself. If she couldn’t help her own daughter, what other hope did she have?
So I stayed my hand for now.
Necahual gave me a little nod of gratitude, then forcefully grabbed her daughter and forced her to look at her.
“I… I am sorry, Eztli.” Necahual’s apology always came out as awkward even now; she wasn’t used nor built for them. “More than you can imagine.”
“Sorry?” Eztli sneered in disgust. All the pent-up resentment she bore for her mother bobbled back to the surface and gave her a certain kind of clarity. “You are sorry, now? You stole my life!”
“I did n–” Necahual stopped herself, biting her lower lip. “I know that my bitterness is to blame for your suffering. If I could turn back time and spare you this fate, I would.”
Eztli snorted, her voice laced with disdain. “I wish I could trade you for Father.”
I winced, words dying on the tip of my tongue. Necahual didn’t say a word either. She probably agreed with her daughter deep down.
“I didn’t mean it,” Eztli apologized immediately, before looking down at the floor in shame. “I’m… I can’t think… I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
“You are Eztli, my daughter,” Necahual replied firmly. “That will never change.”
Eztli didn’t believe her. “Your words mean nothing.”
“Then I shall back them with action.”
Necahual grabbed her robes and partly tore them off to expose her left breast. She grabbed it with a hand, pressing the nipple, and then presented it to her vampiric daughter.
“Drink,” Necahual said.
Eztli and I stared at that madwoman in shock. Horror seized me as I immediately recalled the awful sight of Necahual’s blood-drained corpse lying on the temple’s grounds, her husk fed upon by a host of vampires.
The Lords of Terrors’ vision unfolded before my very eyes.
“Do not!” I all but ordered. “Neca–”
“This is my choice!” Necahual venomously hissed at me. “I told you, I will never be your slave!”
My teeth grit into a snarl of frustration. “You are a fool if you think I will let you kill yourself.”
“He’s right, Mother,” Eztli pleaded. “If I do drink your blood… If I do, I think I’ll start seeing you as food.”
Necahual didn’t waver. “I’ve fed you before you could even speak. I’ll do so again.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Eztli glanced at her mother’s breast with a mix of hunger and fear. “I’m… I’m not sure I can stop once I start.”
“You won’t take my blood. I will give it to you, the same way I gave you life so many years ago.” Necahual shrugged. “If I must spend eternity as a voice inside your head reminding you of who you are so that you may live, then I shall.”
I was about to slap some sense into her when I caught a glimpse of Necahual’s hand-scar. Her plan suddenly appeared clear to me.
Yoloxochitl asserted her dominance over Eztli by feeding her blood in a perverse attempt to usurp Necahual’s place, reshaping my consort’s will and memories until she lost herself. Now that Necahual had become aware enough of her lifeforce to pass it on to a mortal, she hoped to repair the damage; to transfer her memories and feelings to her daughter until she recalled who she was.
It was a brave and dangerous plan fraught with danger. If Eztli lost control of her thirst and accidentally killed her mother, the sheer trauma would destroy her mind for good. Necahual had to know that, yet I sensed no fear in her.
Her show of devotion touched Eztli. “You… you would truly do this for me?”
“Yes.” Necahual gently caressed her daughter’s cheek, wiping away a tear of blood. “I would do anything for you, Eztli. Anything.”
Eztli stared at her mother’s breast for a moment, her hunger struggling with her inner humanity.
Then she bit down.
I swallowed a gulp of disgust as my consort’s fangs sank into her mother’s breast in the blink of an eye. Necahual let out a faint cry as red droplets dripped down her skin. Eztli’s eyes widened with thirst, her mind overtaken by vampiric instinct. She grabbed her mother’s flesh to gain a firmer grip on it, which Necahual encouraged. She moved a hand behind her daughter’s head and pushed her deeper into her bosom while stroking her hair.
I knew from experience how thrilling the vampire’s kiss felt for both its victim and perpetrator. Neither Eztli nor Necahual were exceptions. The former sucked and drank with feverish excitement, while the latter let out soft moans and sighs of pleasure.
“I love you,” Necahual whispered in her daughter’s ear. “I love you. I love you.”
The scene was about as unnerving as it was arousing. I watched on with concern and focus, ready to intervene and forcefully separate them should the worst come to pass. I’d seen Eztli drink her father to death in a minute’s time in a frenzy. Each gulp rang like the horn of incoming death.
Yet Eztli slowed down once the first few seconds passed. She continued to suckle her mother’s breast and drink her blood, but more gently, more kindly. Necahual kissed her daughter on the forehead, her mind clear like the morning sky, and then plucked the marigold in her hair and tossed it aside. Eztli paid it no mind.
As astonishing as it looked, Necahual’s plan appeared to work. Eztli was calming down.
“I asked the seer to read my future,” Necahual told me, her hand stroking her maddened daughter’s hair. “After an hour’s worth of rituals, she came up with three sentences.”
I braced myself for what would follow. Lahun warned me that the prophecies would benefit Necahual at the expense of everybody else.
“Which ones?” I inquired.
“Cruel widow becomes the mother of witches. Slave to the demon emperor flies on borrowed wings.” Necahual’s jaw clenched as she looked at her daughter with concern. “The parent buries the child.”
The last sentence rang inside my skull for a while before I could muster a response. “Burial can mean many, many things.”
“Or one.” Necahual locked eyes with me. “Fulfill your promise.”
That was more of a prayer than a demand, but one that I considered nonetheless.
I carefully considered my options. Both Necahual and Eztli were quickly reaching a breaking point. The former was sick of being powerless as the latter underwent a mental breakdown. Her patience was wearing thin.
I’d planned to put Lahun through the Mometzcopinque ritual first in order to test it because of the risks involved. Switching her with Necahual presented some danger, but now that I’d learned how to heal with my blood… It should make it safer. Empowering her would both secure her loyalty and reassure her that we were making progress.
Eztli concerned me more. If she struggled to remember her own father’s name, then how long until she began to think like Yoloxochitl? The Razor House had given me a taste of that fear. I didn’t want to experience it once again.
I wouldn’t allow it.
“Very well,” I replied without elaborating.
Necahual appraised me for a while, then gave me a small nod of assent and gently let go of Eztli. My consort slowly emerged from her post-feeding daze, her mind recovering. Her mother had grown a little paler from the blood loss, but didn’t seem in any danger.
“Eztli?” I asked.
She looked at me without a word. I took her hands into my own, knelt in front of her, and then stared straight into her crimson eyes.
“Everything will be alright,” I said without emotion.
It wasn’t an attempt at reassurance nor empty words, but a statement.
I knew what I had to do now.
I thought back to the information Ingrid decoded from the First Emperor’s codex about how the Tonalli and Teyolia intertwined. From my understanding, Eztli lost the latter once she became a vampire and required feeding on the heart-fire of others to linger among the living.
Meanwhile, her Tonalli, the very source of her identity, was slowly being transformed by the occult weight of the Nightlords’ ritual until it matched that of Yoloxochitl.
The Ride spell already proved that a foreign Tonalli could temporarily possess the body of someone without requiring a Teyolia, since it worked for the Burned Men that Mother unleashed around Smoke Mountain. If the vampiric curse clung to the hungry pit that replaced the victim’s heartfire instead of their own, then I could see a way to save Eztli’s soul.
I would require Chindi’s ‘assistance’ to pull it off however; something I thought I would only force if she proved too much of a liability to use any other way, but which I now believed to be an inevitability. I also needed Mother’s wisdom and secrets.
In the meantime, all I could do was to lessen Necahual’s burden. Feeding Eztli my burning blood directly might do her more harm than good in the long run, but I could replenish her mother’s lifeforce after every feeding session with Seidr. This ought to dilute my sunlight and lessen the risk of Necahual suffering from blood loss.
I wouldn’t let Eztli waste away any further, even if I had to break a few rotten eggs along the way.
My confidence seemed to reassure my consort. One of her arms grabbed me, while the other caught her mother and pulled us both into a tight embrace. Eztli hugged her only remaining family with a series of pained sobs.
I returned the hug, as did Necahual. Eztli felt so weak and fragile in our hands in spite of her inhuman strength, but I think we offered her a brief moment of respite amidst the fear and madness.
Of course, there was always a shadow to ruin the moment.
“Quite the touching sight, songbird,” Iztacoatl said. “If I could, I would cry.”
I had been too focused on Eztli to notice the rotting snake slithering in.
Eztli let go of us, mother and daughter staring at the Nightlord with fear. I was the only one to gaze at her with cold, unfeeling eyes.
“Alas.” Iztacoatl’s lips stretched into a carnivorous smile. “The likes of you do not get happy endings.”
As befitting of a self-proclaimed goddess, Iztacoatl both decided to ignore and mock my proclamation. While she visited me in her splendid robes, she also dragged in a naked slave by a leather leash. It was a pretty woman around my age with deep brown skin and long black hair, with cheeks marked by fresh tattoos representing crimson chains traveling down until they reached her throat and then her heart. An unbearably tight bronze slave collar covered in complex Yohuachancan scripts bound her neck. A black blindfold obscured her eyes and her skin bore countless marks which I attributed to a strenuous whipping session.
I immediately recognized her from Chindi’s memory.
“We have completed our preparations,” Iztacoatl said before tugging her captive’s leash. The woman was forced to step forward, her fingers bent like claws and her jaw frozen in an expression of seething hatred. “Let me introduce you to your new consort and our new sister’s replacement, Anaye. Quite the splendid pet, don’t you agree?”
Chindi obeyed me by hiding within her sister’s stolen skin.
“Is this the Skinwalker?” I said while pretending to discover my new consort, grabbing her mouth and examining it. She didn’t resist me. She was smart enough to feign powerlessness. “Does she bite?”
“We kept her teeth and tongue to pleasure you,” Iztacoatl replied. “But you may notice a few missing bits. If she behaves, she may even get them back.”
It was a lie, since the Nightlords never rewarded their service. I quickly guessed which ‘bits’ Iztacoatl referred to when I pressed my hand against Chindi’s blindfold and sensed thick scars where the eyes should have been.
The Nightlords had blinded her.
I would have been horrified once, but now I could hardly muster the strength for surprise or annoyance. Of course they would blind a creature capable of manipulating others with her gaze. I suspected the slave collar would also prevent Chindi from changing her shape.
This reduced my options when it came to exploiting her gifts… but convinced me to go forward with my other plan for her.
“Does my new master enjoy what he sees?” Chindi asked me with a half-feral smile.
“You will suffice,” I said, though mostly to myself. “If you never forget who holds your leash.”
“I can hear your lack of enthusiasm from here, Iztac,” Eztli said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She had chosen to hide her pain and unease behind a mask of impish insolence, as usual. “Be reassured, though, that I will continue to visit you.”
“I am sure he will find his dear Nenetl more appealing than either of you,” Iztacoatl replied with stifled laughter, her hand moving to cover her lips.
Something about her behavior sent chills down my spine.
“Does it bother the goddess?” I inquired.
“Not at all,” she replied with a stifled chuckle. “You have my congratulations for finally tying the knot. You have made my sister Ocelocihuatl a very happy goddess, and filled my heart with joy. I very much needed a reason to laugh in these trying times.”
Her expression boiled the blood within my veins. I’d come to loathe that unbearable, smug conviction that she knew something which I didn’t.
I apparently didn’t hide my frustration well enough, since it encouraged Iztacoatl to laugh at me.
“You don’t know?” She taunted me. “Of course you don’t. What a prophet you make, not to see the moon to your sun.”
I knew the wording was meant to be a cruel hint of some kind, but I drew a blank at what it referred to. A wolf totem’s association with the moon and my own with the sulfur sun, mayhaps?
Whatever the case, I refused to let her scramble my mind. “If the goddess is pleased, then so am I.”
“Of course,” Iztacoatl replied, unmoved by my utter insincerity. She surrendered Chindi’s leash to me. “Now, bind that animal somewhere and come with us. You too, my new sister.”
Eztli froze in place, as did Necahual. I alone refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing my fear.
“What does the goddess have in mind?” I inquired.
“Well, I did promise you a reward for winning my little hunt, didn’t I? So I will share a little secret that none of your predecessors ever learned.”
Iztacoatl’s hand grabbed my shoulder, her fingers growing scales and pressing against my naked skin.
“I shall show you firsthand,” she whispered into my ear, her fangs turning into that of a snake, “How I murdered my father.”
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A/N: yeah, next chapter is gonna be a doozy. That one was more character focused.
Otherwise, as I've warned earlier, the first book of Blood & Fur will hit Amazon on September 10th; I'll have to remove the first twenty chapters or so as part of the publishing exclusivity rule, so if you're a dracolich tier and haven't done so yet, I suggest you download the free ebook before September (https://www.patreon.com/posts/48625485 ).
Comments
Dylan Alexander
It would still be weird and confusing if they were twins or even just siblings because how the hell would his mother or father not have said anything or how did have a twin sister go unnoticed for so long?
George R
Awesome chapter
Yuval Roth
Nentel got attacked by magic spirit, the only person to show her affection in her life was in danger and they were going to die, it is kind of implied the owls can also transform, so while probably physically weaker, they can also fly... What I am getting to is that if she doesn't get a special power, her totem is kind of awful, because she gets to be slightly physically stronger than itzac, but in return he can fly and get ready access to many resources and teacher, take the skin Walker for another comparison, it can shapeshift to multiple forms even stronger than Nentel, but with more versatility because she can shapeshift into other people and probably fly and she can mind control everyone that meets her eyes, the spiders can go to the underworld, but they can also go in between, make magic threads, eat souls and grow to be even physically stronger, what I am getting to is that I hope Nentel got more powers, because otherwise she got very bad totem.
Vincent Mourey
Among magical beings like Nahualli, I'm pretty sure the problem with incest would be more closely linked to the esoteric weight such a strong taboo would have gained rather than the biological harm we're familiar with. (Just like with kinslaying, as you pointed out)
Vincent Mourey
She can also use the same magic as him, the only difference being that it's more difficult finding teachers and powerful artefacts (like the suns' embers) in the living world. They are also seemingly a lot stronger upfront and can awaken more easily (as a near death experience like what the owl needs can easily turn into a real death, even with the few powers they have directly after)
Yuval Roth
Do wolves get their own equally amazing powers, or is she stuck with just being about as powerful as a very big bear?
Yuval Roth
"Slave to the demon emperor flies on borrowed wings" so Istac the second finally makes his move, but to think he could enslave humans? What had he been doing while Iztac was frolicking in the underworld.
Void Herald
They definitively didn't take him on in a fair fight. It was a thorough, unforeseen betrayal.
Void Herald
Can't let Iztac be happy too long, or else he might get used to it ;)
Yuval Roth
Don't forget Iztac confused the vision of his younger mother for older Nentel in the vision, it was not her appearance that tipped it off that it was his mother, but her voice and his father's hands.
Kris Bruns
So I went back and looked for the chapter where Iztec meets his consorts. This is what he says about Nentel. "The third consort gave me pause, for I saw my own reflection. She was a petite thing around my age, slim and frail. The earthy tones of her garments made her appear almost invisible in the pillars’ shadows. Her traits were common, her hands trembling with shyness. There was nothing particular about this young woman… except for her long white hair and pale blue eyes. The same as mine." So they are about same age, and they look similar enough that Iztec compared it to looking at his own reflection.
Kris Bruns
I just noticed something else. The snake lady compared Iztac and Nentel to the sun and moon. But in the Mexica mythology the gods of the sun and moon are both male, so that didn't entirely make sense to me. But I remembered that the god of the moon in Incan mythology was female. So I looked it up and not is the god of the moon female, she is sister-wife to the Incan sun god. Could that be what Snake lady was referencing?
Kris Bruns
I'm preety sure they are twins. That's why Iztac and Nentel keep having Sedir vision of Iztacs parents making love. Iztac thinks he is seeing the moment of his conception, he's half right. He seeing the moment of both his Nentels conception.
Runaway_Cactuar
Man, chapter 69 was not very nice lol. Now I kinda wished it was just a bunch of orgies instead of 1 mental breakdown and 1 possible case of Alabama Syndrome~
Dylan Alexander
It would just be weird if they were siblings. Like you said, other than being totem people, they were never mentioned as having a similar appearance, you’d have to wonder how nobody would notice that, or how Iztac wouldn’t think to compare his mother to her in terms of looking similar if that was the case.
Runaway_Cactuar
And Nenetel is younger (and smaller) than Iztac, and bore no family resemblance (at least, none of the characters in-universe commented on it). I'd buy distant cousin or long lost sister, but not much else.
Yuval Roth
An orgy, more seriously, kind of curious what she is trying to show him, we already saw the emperor awakening once, and he pretty much stomped them, eating one in two bites as the others were helpless to stop him, so they couldn't have beaten him in direct fight normally, than again, she might be trying to scare him by showing him how powerful she is, maybe he will be disgusted with what was done to the emperor? Maybe she will promise to do it to him too?
Yuval Roth
It doesn't really make sense a single generation of incest will make abominations, those things cause problems only if they are constant, than again, kin slaying apparently transform you into a skin Walker, so who knows what other similar transformation can happen.
Dylan Alexander
Hmm, I just read Lahun’s prophecy again and one of the lines read ‘Forbidden union begets abomination’ or something like that. Perhaps this is the forbidden union, a brother and sister? Though I hope not but in the theme of this dark story it wouldn’t be out of place. Void even mentioned on a previous comment that the vision Iztac had of his conception means something…
Yuval Roth
Maybe a twin, we were told she was incredibly happy when he was born, one of her children being taken at birth could have easily made her more butter than she was.
Dylan Alexander
Wonder why his mother or even father never mentioned it then and how the hell the nightlords got their hands on her.
Dylan Alexander
Aren’t they close to the same age anyway? How would she have had the time to have another child? His mother hated most people until his dad came along.
Void Herald
Iztac is going to learn how they dealt with the First Emperor in a way he rather would not ;)
Void Herald
purged ;)
Kris Bruns
I've suspected Nentel is Iztac's sister since hearing Lahun's prophecy mentioning incest. I also suspect that they are not just siblings, but twins as well. And almost every chapter involving Nentel has strengthened my suspicion since then. From them having an unusually strong and direct Sedir connection, to their Sedir visions showing them what is almost certainly their shared conception, to when they were talking about how the Sapa emperors often marry their sisters. And now we have what basically conformation. Defiantly interested to see what Iztac's reaction will be once the revelation comes out!
Nicholas
"You stole away my life!” The word "away" is kind of redundant in this sentence, removing it will also add a bit of oomph to the gut punch Eztil just threw 😉.
Void Herald
Corrected, thanks ;)
Cerbero300
I always wanted to know how they dethroned their father, a dark god. Since nowadays, even with the power they have, they fear him, I don't want to imagine when they didn't have the power they currently have. Which leaves some hypotheses, such as: Allying with a third party, poison, attacking him when he sleeps, which is supposed to be the weakest moment for a vampire and in the context of this story it would apply to their trips to the underworld or maybe they exploited their father's affection for them (hahahaha I doubt it, but I lack information) or who knows maybe none of the above. but I'm sure it will be interesting. [And speaking of Nenet, if she turns out to be his sister, I think the one who will suffer the most would be her, but I don't think she will let him love, for someone who barely discovered the beauty of love, I don't think he would give up on her so much. easily]
Nicholas
"The tale made little sense to me, since [I] lacked true understanding of such things,"
Diego Urbina
I think it said something about abominations coming from twisted unions or something like that.
Yuval Roth
We know it isn't certain, his mother said one can't know for sure until he awakened it, if I remember correctly, I think it kind of random, but you are more inclined to be like your parents' token than most, half the harem also isn't all Taloli, so there are some limits that prevent the nightlords from breeding an army less than a century into their egunics project.
Dylan Alexander
If true then that’s some Game of Thrones shit right there. Giving me the ick. Though if true why wouldn’t she also be a demon-owl? Unless it’s random and Iztac happened to get the same as his mother.
Yuval Roth
What about the prophecy?
Diego Urbina
I can forsee some issues with performing Seidir with Ingrid. That aside I was pretty sure Nenetl, was his sister from both the visions and the Izatac's lifeline prophecy. Might be wrong though.
Yuval Roth
Yeh, now I am pretty sure Nentel is his sister, kind of suprised his mom didn't mention it, between him dreaming of his mother when he sleeps with her and the snake finding it hilarious, that's my suspicion.
Void Herald
Unfortunately for Nenetl, only specific kind of Nahualli can travel to the Underworld and wolves aren't among them. But yes, some of these prophecies can be... ambivalent ;)
mhaj58
There are so many ways prophecy plays out. The tragedy of the Theban king shows how one attempt to change fate can set it in stone. The first emperor would love to bury his children. Necahual and Ichtaca are cruel widows. A demon emperor has many slaves. I’m hoping that the next chapter depicts a time of war between bats and wolves. I wonder if it’s possible for Nenetl to follow Iztac to the underworld, now that they have connected. She and her in laws would get along very nicely, no?
Void Herald
Apologies for delay, Patreon keeps cloudflaring me XD
Kooooomakimi
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