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Imagine La Noche and El Chamuco chatting away with Candle Maker while glancing smugly at La Muerte and Xibalba who glare daggers at them in return.
(it was a ploy to get the couple jealous)
Candle Maker doesn't notice this and just happy he's got more people to chat with :)
Extra points if La Noche glances at Xibalba and El Chamuco at La Muerte😆👌
Love song
El Chamuco and La Noche are in bed in the land of the remembered, sleeping.
La Noche wakes up to hear singing, she couldn’t make out the words because it was so muffled, but it was a beautiful melody with a beautiful voice. She decides to find the source of the singing, she leaves where her and El Chamuco were sleeping, “dark is the night….” The voice rang, she looks around to figure out where the voice could possibly be.
She starts walking around in the castle. “only bullets whistle across the steppe…” A few moments later, La Noche had looked everywhere for the source but couldn’t find it, she was hoping that it wasn’t coming from the basement, where she couldn’t go. “only the wind hums in the wires, the stars flicker dimly….” But the melody is so beautiful and the voice is so breathtaking and soft that it felt familiar and comforting, she hesitates at first, “in the dark night, my love, I know, you are not sleeping…”
She then gets a feeling that someone or something knows she’s awake, she eventually walks down to the basement, the doors closing behind her, “and by the baby's crib you secretly wipe away a tear…”
the stairs were awfully longer than La Noche remembered last time she was here. She looks at the writing on the walls, it was La Muerte’s handwriting, she rolls her eyes, she knew her sister would write all of this, “how I love the depth of your gentle eyes…” as she stepped deeper in the basement, writings turns into murals about how great La Muerte is. “how I want to press my lips to them…”
La Noche starts to get a little annoyed but the singing was the only thing that’s keeping her going deeper in the basement, she keeps walking down and seeing murals about her sister, she gets irritated, what’s so great about her? Just because she rules the land of the remembered doesn’t mean she’s all perfect. “the dark night separates us, my love…” she sees even more murals, and more, and more, until finally, she yells and gives up.
As she was going up, she senses a slight anger in the singing voice “and in the dark, troubled steppe has come to lie between us…” La Noche wonders if the voice knows how she’s feeling and relates to her, she sighs and keeps walking down, she closes her eyes so she couldn’t look at the murals.
After a while she slips and almost falls, she opens her eyes, only to see a family portrait of her and her sisters all together, “I have faith in you, my sweetheart….” La Noche tears up, but immediately wipes them away and moves on.
Once she was in the basement, the voice was getting louder, she must be close. She gets past every obstacle easily, she expected passing them would be easy, “that faith has shielded me from bullets in this dark night...”
La Noche comes across two massive corridors, she opens them quietly and walks in. As she was trying to find the voice, she wonders why it would be here, until she realizes, “I am glad, I am calm in deadly battle…” it’s coming from Lady Micte’s shrine. She immediately runs over to the room where the shrine was.
She approaches another set of massive corridors, La Noche stops for a moment, she rests her head to listen if the voice was there, it was. “I know you will meet me with love, no matter what happens….”
She opens the corridors quietly and peeks through them, her eyes widen, she sees Lord Mictlan in his new body, with his silver armor and red cape, kneeling down at the shrine, singing?? It was very rare of him to sing, very rare. But he was singing with his hosts’ voice and not his. “death is not terrible, we've met with it more than once in the steppe.…”
He stands up and lowers his head, hugging his arms “and here it looms over me once again…” La Noche expression softens, she understands why he’s here, he’s miserable that his love betrayed him and misses her dearly, but he had to do it, for power.
“you await my return, sitting sleepless near a cradle…” he looks up at the shrine and smiles, “and so I know that nothing will happen to me…” he starts humming the melody and paces around. He stops and slowly turns his head to La Noche with that wicked grin of his as he repeats the last verse “and so I know that nothing will happen to me…”
La Noche shivers in fear, she opens the corridor completely and clears her throat, “hola my lord…” she smiles nervously, “I…definitely didn’t come down here to listen to your song…” she chuckles nervously. Lord Sanchez chuckles back with his fused voice again but lowly and softly, “it’s ok if you did, don’t worry about it…” he looks back at the shrine, his expression softening, “but I must ask you…” he then floats up to get a close up of the picture of his deceased wife, “have you ever had someone you love betray you like this?”
La Noche looks away in pain, “yes….he….” She sighs, “he was going to court me…” Lord Sanchez turns to look at La Noche, he immediately knew who she was talking about, his other brother, Xibalba. He heard how it went, Xibalba left her for her twin sister. Lord Sanchez surprisingly relates to La Noche, he floats down back on the ground and walks over to her. “yes, that is heartbreaking…..” La Noche starts to tear up again, “do you still love him?” He asks, she wipes away her tears and looks at him, Lord Sanchez is now looking up at her with empathy. “yes…more than anything….” She says as she hugs her arms, about to tear up once again. Lord Sanchez hums in sympathy, then immediately turns away from La Noche, “well then….we must show them that we’re the ones in control” he grins menacingly again, “all of them…”
Mmm yes.
Theoretically: If Macuilxochitl had a day away from ability Chabtan in which he could have anything he wanted (literally anything like for chivo to grow rainbow hair or for buluc chabtan to go bald) but for only one day before he gets sent back to buluc chabtan (and everything only lasts for said day, like if he wished for her to go bald, she will grow back hair immediately after), and that Buluc Chabtan could see everything he did throughout said day (and he knows this) , what would he do?
…… fucking hell that is deep.
Probably something revolving around his sons. Where he could be will the three all at once without their mother interfering or the three of them being hateful to each other
(Because if Buluc Chabtan can see what he did then this is really the only option that is “safe”)
So upset Disney has the rights for the Book of Life, and for this reason Jorge can't do sequels for the trilogy he wanted to do.
Would have loved to see El Chamuco and La Noche, watch the other two movies focus on Joaquin and Maria, have more Xibalba and La Muerte screentime...
YOOOOOOOO GUYS I CRACKED THE CODE
Musings of a God of Death
AO3
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Despite being the Lord of the Forgotten, there were many things Xibalba wishes he could forget, even if just for a short time.
The deaths of the Old Pantheon… was one of them.
Contrary to what most believe, gods can die. While it takes a bit more effort (and the right kind of weapon), it is possible to kill them. Just because they’re immortal, doesn’t mean they’re indestructible.
And what happened that day was a painful reminder of that cruel reality.
In all the realms, never had such anguish been heard before. Even after so many millennia, he can still hear it, clear as day.
La Muerte, tears cascading down her face, pounded his armor with her fists as he held her, wings solemnly wrapped around them both.
“WHY?!” was all she could scream into his chest, and as much as Xibalba wanted to answer, give her any reason at all as to why this was happening, he could find none that would ease her heartbreak.
Thunder could be heard as La Muerte continued to sob and scream to the realms above. He knew what that storm meant; La Noche was voicing her own tumultuous agony, most likely also being futilely comforted by El Chamuco. And he couldn’t blame his wife or sister-in-law for it. He would never. For out of all the loss on that day, the twin sisters had been dealt the most devastating blow.
Lady Micte, their eldest sister, was dead.
And it was the fault of her own husband, Xibalba and Chamuco’s brother, Lord Mictlan.
Now, Mictlan had never been the best brother, especially to him, but Xibalba still dared to hope that he wouldn’t be that way towards his wife. And for the longest time, that had surprisingly held true. Even after her infidelity, and the baby girl that resulted from it, had become known.
According to what La Muerte had heard from the other gods, Mictlan wanted to sacrifice the infant right then and there, but Micte suggested that they wait until she was older. He, to the surprise of no one, agreed, as he always did enjoy when his sacrifices had some fight in them. And with that, Micte had left the child in the Land of the Living, to be raised by her father in the kingdom of Teca.
But then the young half-blood turned 15, and on what was to be her coronation day, Mictlan demanded her sacrifice.
That was the beginning of the end for the Old Pantheon.
Looking back, the sudden and remorseless slaughter of Acat should’ve been all the warning the others needed of what was to come. Yes, the Goddess of Tattoos had been reckless and defiant, but she was so young. She was just a child. She didn’t deserve the fate that had been given to her.
Mictlan only continued to descend into madness as every attempt to have the Teca Princess brought to him ended in failure. The girl was much more resilient than he thought. Even when she willingly walked into their realm, brave and foolish enough to challenge him in a fight to the death, she still managed to escape with her life. And it all came to a head with Micte’s betrayal.
Now, Xibalba could never truly understand why his sister-in-law chose the mortals over her own husband, but he knew La Muerte would, as she had also grown to care for mankind. And deep down, he respected Micte’s courage to stand up to someone as powerful, and cruel, as his brother.
Which is why her death in particular felt like a dagger to the chest for them all.
While they were civil with rest of the Old Pantheon, it was no secret Xibalba and Chamuco adored Lady Micte as if she were their own sister. The only reason the two would even bother to visit their brother was for her. Much like her younger sisters, she was kind, funny, and sharp as a whip. She honestly seemed to know the two former angels better than their brother, let alone they themselves, ever did.
And now she was gone.
Xibalba wrapped his wings a little tighter around himself and La Muerte, and glared at the sky as it continued to storm. If it hadn’t been the destiny of his illegitimate niece, he would’ve slaughtered Mictlan himself. The monster deserved it for everything he’s done. He already began to imagine what wonderful torment he’d bestow if given even just a few spare moments alone with that no-good, dirty, heartless son of a—
A loud sob from La Muerte broke through his anger, anchoring his focus. His glare softened as he began to stroke her hair, in an attempt to comfort her pain.
He could fantasize about what he would’ve done to Mictlan another day. The losses they all had to mourn were a much greater matter, and he needed to be there for the ones he truly loved.
The thunder had stopped, but it still continued to softly rain. His own silent tears rolled down his face in tandem as he held his wife as close as he could, the howling winds somberly harmonizing with her cries.
So we got Mictlan,Camazotz,ZATZ,Micte,a dozen of other all powerful and ancient Gods in Maya and the Three,we even got a glimpse of El Chamuco and La Noche a while ago from @mexopolis ...BUT we all know who will forever remain the one elite character in the Jorgeverse: #Xibalba
