They say: before the Third City fell, Camazotz was the god of night and death. Afterwards, sacrifice was added to the list of things the god was associated with.
(— You had flown over the city several times before you formally approached them to broker a contract. You took on a disguise to learn their ways and study their culture so you could better offer them something they wanted.
It had been your first time acquiring a city and perhaps you had been proud about it. You wanted to prove that you could do something as well as Wines, as well as Candles, despite not being bright like them.
When you finally showed yourself to them, it was you they crowded around, not Wines. That was the first time you anyone but Candles had looked at you with such awe. You would become addicted to the worship. After all, it was something never given to you until now. The others always hoarded the attention of humans. You never thought you wanted it until then.
Until then, Candles had been enough. Perhaps that’s because you had never tasted more. But now you had.
You were a god to more than just the Third City. The change to the deity was recorded for all to see and it spread across the continent like wildfire. You were young and selfish and drunk on that.)
They say: Camazotz will watch all sacrifices to the gods and judge them. If they are found worthy, he will carry the sacrifice to the gods himself.
(— You had watched it all. You had wanted to store it in your collection but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You had tried to find some sort of sick pleasure in it. You couldn’t. The Priests’ work was sloppy, wrong. They had a god laid out and bleeding before them and they couldn’t even comprehend it to the extent they should.
You don’t think about it anymore.
But when they were finished wiping their mouths and licking their lips, you grabbed up the remains with bared teeth and took Candles back down to the darkness and deeper still. The least you could do was give it to a well.)
They say: Camazotz brought light to the humans.
(— And you did, didn’t you? Bright white and golden? So beautiful that it aches to look at? And humans didn’t deserve it. Not even Sol could match Candles.)