[ Tezcatlipoca sits back comfortably, because this is a bit of a tale. It’s not one Tezcatlipoca minds telling, but he just generally prefers not to. Silco gets a little pass because of how clearly different their worlds are, though. ]
Well, it’s important to understand somethin’ about me first, just cosmologically speakin’. Tezcatlipoca is my name, but it’s also a bit of a title. I was born from Ōmeteōtl, but that was only me. From me, there are four aspects that are gods in their own rights, but they’re all part of me. Think of it as reflections, if you were able to let that reflection step through the mirror and become their own person. They’re all Tezcatlipoca—they are all aspects of me. We each got a color and a cardinal direction to distinguish us.
[ He counts them off on his fingers as he goes. ]
There’s the Tezcatlipoca of the East, the Red Tezcatlipoca. Xipe Totetc, the Flayed One, god of agriculture and regeneration. Then there’s the Tezcatlipoca of the South, the Blue Tezcatlipoca. Huitzilopochtli, the Left-handed Hummingbird, god of war and will.
[ He gestures to Silco with a sly smile. ]
And you got the Tezcatlipoca of the West, the White Tezcatlipoca. Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. You know enough about her, so no need for old news, yeah?
[ He snickers, then gestures to himself. ]
And finally, there’s me, the Smoking Mirror. I am the Black Tezcatlipoca of the North, and I have more epithets than you’d know what to do with, but I’m only Tezcatlipoca. I’m the almighty god. The living, the dead, the flames of the future—I see it all. Providence, darkness, and all things unseen are my specialty… But since every Tezcatlipoca is an aspect of me, all their domains can fall under my purview too.
[ He gestures to his eyes as he reaches up to take another languid drink, so perhaps it’s somewhat literal. It’s hard to tell. But he grins behind his glass as he watches Silco’s expression. ]
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Well, it’s important to understand somethin’ about me first, just cosmologically speakin’. Tezcatlipoca is my name, but it’s also a bit of a title. I was born from Ōmeteōtl, but that was only me. From me, there are four aspects that are gods in their own rights, but they’re all part of me. Think of it as reflections, if you were able to let that reflection step through the mirror and become their own person. They’re all Tezcatlipoca—they are all aspects of me. We each got a color and a cardinal direction to distinguish us.
[ He counts them off on his fingers as he goes. ]
There’s the Tezcatlipoca of the East, the Red Tezcatlipoca. Xipe Totetc, the Flayed One, god of agriculture and regeneration. Then there’s the Tezcatlipoca of the South, the Blue Tezcatlipoca. Huitzilopochtli, the Left-handed Hummingbird, god of war and will.
[ He gestures to Silco with a sly smile. ]
And you got the Tezcatlipoca of the West, the White Tezcatlipoca. Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. You know enough about her, so no need for old news, yeah?
[ He snickers, then gestures to himself. ]
And finally, there’s me, the Smoking Mirror. I am the Black Tezcatlipoca of the North, and I have more epithets than you’d know what to do with, but I’m only Tezcatlipoca. I’m the almighty god. The living, the dead, the flames of the future—I see it all. Providence, darkness, and all things unseen are my specialty… But since every Tezcatlipoca is an aspect of me, all their domains can fall under my purview too.
[ He gestures to his eyes as he reaches up to take another languid drink, so perhaps it’s somewhat literal. It’s hard to tell. But he grins behind his glass as he watches Silco’s expression. ]
You followin’ so far?