Boston: Sanguine Nights
Name: Zuma Eztli Xiuhcoatl
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: 1st of Tōchtli, 1333 Tenochtitlan
R.I.P.: 5th of Toxcatl, 1353 Tenochtitlan
Hair: Dark brown
1333, in the city of Tenochtitlan, is where I took my first breath in this world. At the age of 5, I was given the “great honor” of serving in the temples. The pride my father showed overshadowed the grief that I saw in mother. I knew that I would never see them again as many of those chosen to serve were never seen or heard from again. Upon entering the temple area for the first time, I was put in a holding room with many other children to wait my turn until I was selected for the trial. When my turn came I was taken deep into the temple, where a strange sickly scent overwhelmed me, and I was told Tezcatlipoca, the god of night, sorcery and destiny, was to judge me. If I was worthy, I would be brought up as one of his honored servants, and if I was not worthy, at least my blood would be.
Many years passed before I saw Tezcatlipoca again, but I knew he had been watching me most of my life. During my twentieth year, I was selected to be Tezcatlipoca.
Throughout this year I was dressed as him and treated as a living incarnation. I was his representation on earth, and was given four beautiful women as companions until I met my destiny. I would wonder the streets of Tenochtitlan playing a flute and enjoyed being venerated. The day of my destiny came and a great feast was held in my, or should I say Tezcatlipoca’s, honor. At the end of the feast, I climbed the pyramid, broke my flute and surrendered my body to the priests. I was prepared to die for I had lived better than most, but what happened next I never could have imagined. As I was brought to the staging area, there was another boy dressed like me, but before I could question what was going on, I was struck from behind and knocked unconscious.
I was not prepared for who was in front of me when I awoke. Tezcatlipoca was just staring at me; I knew that a true “God” was there, and I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. It was in that moment that he took me.
When I awake again, I was no longer afraid, and he explained many things to me, including what I was now. Together we ruled the Aztec empire until the mid-1500, when strangers from across the ocean destroyed what we had built. Tezca saw this as a sign to return to his home land and see what had become of his brothers. A few hundred years and many foreign lands later, we felt the need to sleep. Finding a catacomb in a much forgotten place, we found a place to rest…
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when I awoke, Tezca was gone and there was a map left for me. On it were two words, Tenochtitlan & Boston. I knew he was telling me where to go and what I needed to research. I wonder what this new land of Boston will bring.