[ Tezcatlipoca doesn’t miss the weight in the words. It would be hard to. How fitting, then, that Silco not only hated Quetzalcoatl, but ended up here with him. But he’s really not the kind of guy to dig into people’s stories. He so often meets people when they’re already done that he rarely finds a reason to, and it’s better to focus on the present. So, he continues. ]
You’ll barely find a bigger hypocrite than Quetzalcoatl. But I don’t need to explain that to you, do I? She “loves” you and still cut off your hand, after all.
[ Sure, it might not be fair to apply that word to a god. He knows that, because Quetzalcoatl’s love for humanity and her willingness to wipe it out are two separate things and they’re not in conflict. He gets it. But he also knows that’s not how a single human would see it if she were to lay waste to them. ]
But, yeah. Putting it simply, our brand of god doesn’t stick to one thing like a bunch of the others in our world do. We get jobs, same as anyone, but it’s just a bigger scale. Long time ago, I was the sun itself. Ain’t an easy thing to become, by the way. It requires that we sacrifice ourselves, and I mean that literally. I burned myself alive, died, then got the power through that to be the sun.
[ He waves a hand dismissively as he pauses to take a drag from his cigarette. Just from the wave of his hand and his expression, it’s clear that he’s saying “don’t worry about the details”. The way things work for the gods never makes sense to humans, but it doesn’t need to for this story. ]
Now, the god of darkness being the sun ain’t a great match-up, but I was the only one willing to do it, the first time around. So, my sun was a dark one, but it worked. My world had people and they lived while I looked out for ‘em. But Quetzalcoatl had other ideas. The way she tells it, the people of that Sun weren’t living good lives. But the way it happened, she wanted the respect and power I had. So.
[ He nods up to the suns of Springstar above. ]
She tried to kill me. Knocked me out of the sky to take my place. So, yeah. We fuckin’ hate each other.
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You’ll barely find a bigger hypocrite than Quetzalcoatl. But I don’t need to explain that to you, do I? She “loves” you and still cut off your hand, after all.
[ Sure, it might not be fair to apply that word to a god. He knows that, because Quetzalcoatl’s love for humanity and her willingness to wipe it out are two separate things and they’re not in conflict. He gets it. But he also knows that’s not how a single human would see it if she were to lay waste to them. ]
But, yeah. Putting it simply, our brand of god doesn’t stick to one thing like a bunch of the others in our world do. We get jobs, same as anyone, but it’s just a bigger scale. Long time ago, I was the sun itself. Ain’t an easy thing to become, by the way. It requires that we sacrifice ourselves, and I mean that literally. I burned myself alive, died, then got the power through that to be the sun.
[ He waves a hand dismissively as he pauses to take a drag from his cigarette. Just from the wave of his hand and his expression, it’s clear that he’s saying “don’t worry about the details”. The way things work for the gods never makes sense to humans, but it doesn’t need to for this story. ]
Now, the god of darkness being the sun ain’t a great match-up, but I was the only one willing to do it, the first time around. So, my sun was a dark one, but it worked. My world had people and they lived while I looked out for ‘em. But Quetzalcoatl had other ideas. The way she tells it, the people of that Sun weren’t living good lives. But the way it happened, she wanted the respect and power I had. So.
[ He nods up to the suns of Springstar above. ]
She tried to kill me. Knocked me out of the sky to take my place. So, yeah. We fuckin’ hate each other.