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& ( tepoloani ) ;
One of the most difficult feats to accomplish in life was the act of making a choice.
All actions have consequences, and all consequences have further consequences. It was the law of the universe, nature, the law of life itself. El Dios knew that all too well, his sight reaching that of the mortal plane and far beyond, to the deepest reaches of el infierno — the Vision Serpent saw all and knew all ( its eyes glowed and burned like twin suns, the ancient snake’s pupils a testament to what it truly was ; his flesh form was a facade taken to walk among the humans and the Culebra with ease to see, to understand their suffering and their triumph. ) And one such individual whom had endured it all [ for five centuries ] was a man who had once been a Spanish conquistador, Carlos Felipe, one of the deity’s most ardent devotees, one who had given up his Christian faith for the Mayan’s most revered and important of Serpent-gods. And how the child had suffered, how he had toiled! The vessel witnessed the battered Spaniard emerge from the Labyrinth of the Mind set in place by those fools, the Nine Lords of Night who believed themselves above all Hierarchy. Their false offerings of trinkets and money only disgusted the entity, who looked only to the prayers and the faith of his two, soon to be four chosen for sustenance. For the race that had once believed in it’s power was long gone, faded into the memories of the past.
The vessel looked upon the Culebra, illuminated with holy splendor that bathed its chosen form with golden pigment, the same color of its hair. But its eyes! How they stared into the drug-lord’s very soul, saw the sins he carried inside him, all that left scars upon his flesh and his mind. When the deity spoke, the voice resonated throughout the vicinity, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once – within the mind, and out. How proud its tone was of the one whom had passed the trial, blood of his blood and flesh of his flesh.