Yeah, we ain’t. I’m a special case even among special cases, but. [ He waves his hand dismissively. ] If you’re curious about that, we can get into that later. Ain’t exactly a big deal here.
[ He taps his fingers against the counter idly, since he’s itching to smoke if he tells a story… But as he looks at Rin fastidiously getting to work, he gets the impression that she’s the kind of person that would complain about him smoking. So, he’ll deal. He’s actually more respectful of hospitality than his flippant demeanor would imply. ]
But it’s our Creation story. Answers the question of how the world and all the people in it came to be. But in our neck of the woods, it wasn’t a one and done—Hell, don’t trust any other god you might meet that claims it was, since they’re either forgettin’ what came before ‘em, or they’re just lyin’. But point is, gods aren’t faultless. We have our own trials and tribulations, same as anyone else, but the legends of the Five Suns in Mesoamerica is just owning up to that.
So. In the cosmic scale of things, life is a cycle. You see it everywhere, from life and death to a river becoming rain. It’s the same for the world itself. No civilization is eternal, and we mark the worlds we create and the civilizations that inhabit ‘em by the “Sun”, since each cycle has a different god sacrifice themselves to become the sun. It’s our most exalted position, and even if it takes dyin’ to become it, it’s an honor and a privilege. It’s the god of the sun that shapes the civilization that lives under its light.
And me, I was the first one with an idea on how to shape the world that worked. I jumped into the fires and sacrificed myself, and rose as the sun of the first world, Nahui Ocelotl. Which, granted. Didn’t work as well as it did by the time you make it to your Sun. I’m the god of the night and only got one leg so I ain’t “complete”, so my sun was black. [ …He says, seeming to have both legs, but! He doesn’t elaborate! ] Our first world was dark, but it wasn’t without light. I created the people, and they were giants by your standards. But, like I said. All things end.
Quetzalcoatl took it into his own hands. He thought he could do better as the sun, so he knocked me from the sky. Nahui Ocelotl ended in absolute darkness because of Quetzalcoatl. It ended up being kinder to just annihilate my people myself rather than let them rip each other apart in fear of the end.
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance and rubs at his head, since he feels like he’s talked too much for several minutes. Not to mention, he doesn’t actually like talking about it. He mourns his people in his way, since even if he’s not the sort of warm and open person that Quetzalcoatl was, just from how he tells the story, it’s clear he’d cared about his people. It’s why they’re honored in the truest heights of his Noble Phantasm where he can reach through possibility and time to grab them again, if only for that.
He’s more short and clipped by nature, but it’s a complicated story, and that’s only one part of the whole thing. But it answers her question, so he shrugs. ]
So, yeah. Quetzalcoatl threw the first stone, and I ain’t a forgiving god.
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[ He taps his fingers against the counter idly, since he’s itching to smoke if he tells a story… But as he looks at Rin fastidiously getting to work, he gets the impression that she’s the kind of person that would complain about him smoking. So, he’ll deal. He’s actually more respectful of hospitality than his flippant demeanor would imply. ]
But it’s our Creation story. Answers the question of how the world and all the people in it came to be. But in our neck of the woods, it wasn’t a one and done—Hell, don’t trust any other god you might meet that claims it was, since they’re either forgettin’ what came before ‘em, or they’re just lyin’. But point is, gods aren’t faultless. We have our own trials and tribulations, same as anyone else, but the legends of the Five Suns in Mesoamerica is just owning up to that.
So. In the cosmic scale of things, life is a cycle. You see it everywhere, from life and death to a river becoming rain. It’s the same for the world itself. No civilization is eternal, and we mark the worlds we create and the civilizations that inhabit ‘em by the “Sun”, since each cycle has a different god sacrifice themselves to become the sun. It’s our most exalted position, and even if it takes dyin’ to become it, it’s an honor and a privilege. It’s the god of the sun that shapes the civilization that lives under its light.
And me, I was the first one with an idea on how to shape the world that worked. I jumped into the fires and sacrificed myself, and rose as the sun of the first world, Nahui Ocelotl. Which, granted. Didn’t work as well as it did by the time you make it to your Sun. I’m the god of the night and only got one leg so I ain’t “complete”, so my sun was black. [ …He says, seeming to have both legs, but! He doesn’t elaborate! ] Our first world was dark, but it wasn’t without light. I created the people, and they were giants by your standards. But, like I said. All things end.
Quetzalcoatl took it into his own hands. He thought he could do better as the sun, so he knocked me from the sky. Nahui Ocelotl ended in absolute darkness because of Quetzalcoatl. It ended up being kinder to just annihilate my people myself rather than let them rip each other apart in fear of the end.
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance and rubs at his head, since he feels like he’s talked too much for several minutes. Not to mention, he doesn’t actually like talking about it. He mourns his people in his way, since even if he’s not the sort of warm and open person that Quetzalcoatl was, just from how he tells the story, it’s clear he’d cared about his people. It’s why they’re honored in the truest heights of his Noble Phantasm where he can reach through possibility and time to grab them again, if only for that.
He’s more short and clipped by nature, but it’s a complicated story, and that’s only one part of the whole thing. But it answers her question, so he shrugs. ]
So, yeah. Quetzalcoatl threw the first stone, and I ain’t a forgiving god.