Chapter 1: A Cause to Celebrate

For once in eternity, The Land of the Remembered was completely silent.

No fiesta held anywhere, for all of its inhabitants were outside their beloved ruler's domain. Thousands of large tables of food left untouched, instruments in ready hands, yet not played. All eyes stared up at the castle, awaiting for someone to appear…

Xibalba glared at the enormous door, waiting for someone to appear from behind it. When the wood wouldn't budge, he growled and stared to trudge back and forth inside a large and grand hallway. Vases full of already withering flowers drooped more so, some even losing some petals or leaves, as the ruler passed. With each stride, his emotions grew. Anger, frustration and worry swirled around like a tornado inside the dark man's chest. Released, the door would be nothing more than a pile of splinters. He was a god for his sake! What nerve did that woman have, throwing him out? Why should he of all people be forbidden to enter?! Especially now?!

"Hey Xibalba, calm down man."

The Ruler of the Land of the Forgotten's red skulls swiftly stared at the other god he suppressed along with his paged companion, The Book of Life, floating beside him.

"How can you be so calm at a time like this?!" the king roared, his wings spread wide. The candles on his shoulders furiously burning red.

The Candlemaker chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, "Well it's not mine for one thing."

The king glared even harder at the book keeper, distracting the second god long enough for the collection of stories to give him a good whack, right on the top of his bald head. The dark man smirked at the scene before turning his eyes to the door once more.

While the book keeper rubbed the soon-to-be-bump on his head, he offered these words, "Xibalba, there's nothing to worry about. La Muerte is a strong woman. She's with La Luna, the best in the business! They'll be alright!"

"XIBALBA I SWEAR IF YOU TOUCH ME DURING THE NEXT MILLENIUM, I WILL BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!"

Said god started at the door, looking at his only protection from his wife. His hands already felt crushed from the last few hours he spent with his wife.

His company added, a nervous look to his eyes, "Though you might not be."

The ruler scoffed the man next to him and turned towards to the book hovering next to him. Despite the urge to rip the thing open, a story that hasn't started would have no words, probably not even a title on its page. Since his wife's tale was entwined with the new one, there would be no way of knowing how it would end until that story had begun. So there he was waiting, anxiously, hopelessly waiting. Xibalba glided over to the confounded barrier until he rested his forehead against the door, his crown straight against the wood. The roaring flames now dimmed to a soft blue.

Xibalba, king of the Land of the Forgotten, an almighty powerful being that just his name made mortals and immortals tremble with fear…now completely powerless. What would he give to be by her side, even if it meant going through the torture his wife would give him if she got her hands on him. The pain in his hand was probably mothering compared to the pain she felt. He couldn't even comfort her at this moment…the god felt so weak…so…mortal.

The flame on the king's candles flickered, dying themselves purple. The Lord of the Land of the Forgotten couldn't believe what he was doing…who would answer a god's prayer? The goddess who held his family's lives in her hands, to his wife herself… he didn't know but there was nothing else he could do…

Whispered so softly the winged man could barely hear it himself, these words he pleaded with all his might, "Please let them be alright."

After turning around to continue his pacing, Xibalba heard the most beautiful sound in all the lands.

The most beautiful sound in all the lands filled La Muerte's ears.

The sound stood out, almost muffling the hollers, cheers and squeals that completely surrounded her. She could some from the two (possibly three) men in her life, a few from the woman in the room with her, mostly from outside the castle, but the loudest sound of all still the most beautiful.

The first time she heard her child crying.

The goddess's vision blurred with the tears coming down her face. Blinking them away, she slowly lifted herself so that she leaned against one of the many white, fluffy pillows. When her vision cleared, she noticed a female figure, her white hair slightly glowing, wearing a deep blue dress that pooled at the floor. Whether she was really tired, the child was really loud or her voice were really soft, La Muerte could only grasps bits of pieces of what the woman was cooing to the babe. The queen took as much as she could in.

"Aww…just wook at you! You've got your…eyes. Yes, you do…Wook at these…you got those from your yucky, stinky, gross papi. Yes you did, oh yes you did.

Closing her eyes, the new mother sighed. As much as she loved her friend, she could never accept her love for Xibalba. The feeling was mutual for her husband, she could practically hear him growl at the comments. When she opened them, La Luna, the goddess with the white hair, strolled over to her friend, a still crying pink bundle covered in red hearts, orange marigolds and white skulls.

A girl…The Ruler of the Land of the Remembered could feel the tears flowing once more. It felt so strange yet wonderful, she actually a child, a girl. She would have just the same feeling if the babe was wrapped in blue, with purple snakes, green stars, and black skulls. The fact the child had a gender made it seem so real. The moment she could, La Muerte reached out for that bundle. That's when she noticed something black and yellow, with some white and pink scattered on the edge, dripping out the pink yarn. Made of appear to be four solid pieces, they didn't seem be made of feathers like her father's wings.

La Luna, gently placed the child in waiting hands with her own light grey ones. "Be careful, her wings are still wet and very fragile. They'll take a while to dry, then we'll see what they really look like. Let me help you up." The goddess raised the new mother, revealing her light pink night gown, so that the two could get comfortable. She guided La Muerte so that one arm, supported the baby's head while the other went in between the wings.

The little goddess then rested against her mother's chest, now completely calm, soothed by the familiar beating. She looked up at the woman holding her. La Muerte beaming at her daughter, taking in every detail. She whispered, "Finally nice to meet you, mi bebe."

The baby took after her mother in many ways, but with a twist. Rather than white sugar, something smooth and dark brown made up the child's body, though familiar golden designs decorated it. Golden eyes looked at each other, blue eye lids covered the queen's and green eye lids covered the princess's. Her face seemed identical to her mothers, all but two marks. Near the corner of her left eye, a blue heart stamped itself in her skin, while a red star sat close to the right. Carefully, the goddess lifted one of the dark appendages to try to get a better look at them. The yellow on the wings seemed to create a pattern and so did the spots on the edges, yet the wetness made them blurry. She gently rested it back near its twin and gave a small kiss onto the child's head.

"Oh and those eyes, those are your eyes, cariño. You have the most adorable child," the older woman sighed, her own bluish green eyes slightly wet with her own tears. She adjusted a flower that kept the mother's long hair in a bun.

"Thank you, my friend, we wouldn't know what would've happened if you two weren't here," the queen thanked.

La Luna beamed, "No problem, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Then can you bring my husband in here?" the sugar-covered goddess asked.

The second goddess frowned, "Except that."

"Please," La Muerte pouted and blinked her eyes. She held the child out, "If not for me, then for her." The child freed an arm. She waved it at the door, little fingers stretched out towards it. The hand went into her mouth and began to chew on it.

"Why do you two have to be so cute?" The older goddess sighed, while the sitting goddess smirked and youngest continued to chew. "Alright, I'll do it. But don't expect me to like it."

Rolling her eyes, the queen chuckled, "When do I ever."

As the doors creaked open, La Muerte couldn't wait to see her husband.

No longer could Xibalba wait to see his wife and started towards the door, only to be stopped by the white haired goddess.

"It's about time you've got here! Congratulations!" La Luna exclaimed with full faked enthusiasm.

"Why thank you…wait. What do you mean "got here"? I've been here this whole time!" He hollered.

"Details, details." The goddess stated, waving her hand. "This is a cause for celebration! Why don't you go get some wine, cigars, whatever item you want and we'll wait right here."

"I want to see my wife and child, now if you just let me through," the new father growled.

The woman tutted, "Tsk, tsk. Such manners, I really hope the baby doesn't take after you."

At the mention of the kid, the king lowered himself to look into the clear eyes. He tilted his head, giving a puppy-like look, "The baby...what is it?" he asked.

"You don't know what a child is? Not only did La Muerte marry a sack of tar, she married a stupid one." The woman scoffed and turned away, hand over her mouth, "Please don't look at me like that, I'm going to be sick…"

He growled, "Let me see them."

"Just like a man, demanding your way." She sighed.

"It's my family, it's my right," the winged man countered.

The woman mocked, "IT'S MY RIGHT! IT'S MY RIGHT! Oh Us, you are such a man, thinking you're right."

The ruler of the Land of the Forgotten snickered, "You know you starting to sound like the mother-in-law I'll never have."

"EXCUSE ME?!" the godess exclaimed.

"I call them as I see them," the dark man shrugged.

The Candlemaker slide in between the two, turning himself around, "Now, now. Let's calm down. Like La Luna said, this is a cause to celebrate. Why not we set aside our differences for now?" the god motioned to the door. "At least for them."

"I will if he will."

"You started it."

La Luna growled at him and Xibalba stuck a black tongue out at her, then smirked as he started towards the door. The Candlemaker followed him with La Luna in tow. However, as soon as the second god entered the room, the door slammed right into the goddess's face.

"XIBALBA!"

From the other side, the king pressed himself against the wood, beaming as glanced behind him. He placed his faithful staff in between the knobs, barricading the door. The other god sighed and glanced at the book. "You know she's going to get back at you later for that"

"I'll worry about that later," he stated, proud of himself.

"It's finally time you showed up, Papi."

Xibalba turned around to see probably the one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.

There she was, La Muerte, the queen of the Land of the Remembered, the love of his eternal life. Her usual sparkling sugar now glowed. Despite the blue streaks from the tears on her face, the woman beamed at him. The god glanced into her arms, noticing the color and designs on the blanket.

"It's a girl…" the king stated in wonder.

"Ella. Ella es una chica." His queen replied.

"A girl? I thought boys got pink and girls got blue," the Candlemaker asked.

"I thought that me gusto red, my daughter probably would like it better. If I had a son he would like blue better since Xibalba gusta black." The goddess answered. The woman lifted the child a bit higher so the men could get a good look of the child. "Besides I think it suits her, ¿verdad?"

The father tried to take in all the features, yet didn't try to get closer. Afraid that if he scared the child, it would cry, then waking him up from this dream.

The other god had no such worries and quickly slid over to the duo on the bed. "Congratulations La Muerte! You have a beautiful baby."

"Thank you, my friend." The goddess smiled.

"Aww! Look at this wittle face!" the Candlemaker leaned over, a large finger waving underneath the child's chin. "Coochie, coochie coo!" The god glanced over, behind the babe. "Hey, are those-"

"ACKPTH!"

The child let a giant sneeze. The wings on her back completely wide open now, taking the form of black butterfly wings, now slightly bigger than the rest of her body. Golden lines stretched towards the edges in between, creating sections, small bright yellow skulls scattered themselves in between the patches. On black edge, pink and white marigolds seemed to bloom.

"Check out those out!" the cloud-bearded god declared.

"They are so…so…beautiful…" the mother started, more tears starting to slip down on her face again.

"Wings…she has wings…" the father commented, awestruck.

It was then the baby started to wail out loud, startling all the gods in the room.

The Candlemaker slowly slide away while Xibalba scurried forward. "What's wrong?!" he asked.

"I think that she's hungry." La Muerte stated.

The god of the forgotten sighed, the babe was just hungry. Hungry…that meant…the man's eyes widened and he started to push the other god out of the door, the book following its friend.

The king started, "Well thank you for stopping by, my friend, chap y amigo, but now I think my family could really use the rest now. It was nice having you, thanks for everything, take care." With the snapped of his gloved fingers, the god's staff turned into a snake, freeing the door. Pulling on the handle, the door opened wide and the Candlemaker shoved outside. "Take care," grabbing the book, the lord shoved it into the god's hands, "Take your book, go party like its 999 and don't slam the door on your way out."

"But what about her-" the door slamming in the god's face cut him off.

Xibalba sighed as he patted his hands together. "That was close."

"Oh Balby…" the goddess smiled.

"What?" the king asked, turning towards the woman. "He was going to see…" When Xibalba faced the bed, the scene stole his breath away.

Though with most of her breath stolen, La Muerte managed a sigh at the sight before her. Her little one, completely content with her first meal, as she suckled onto her mother's chest.

"Mi amor, motherhood truly suits you. You seem to become more beautiful and natural every time I look at you."

The goddess turned away from her child, her eyes meeting those familiar red skulls she knew and loved. Her husband sat down on the bed next to her, his black wings behind her, giving her a little support. She felt those warm, slightly sticky lips pepper themselves across her face.

"Oh Balby, you old flatter you…" La Muerte chided teasingly. At the thought her husband watching her, her sugar seemed to become a deep cinnamon, she started to pull the dark red sheet over the child, but a large, dark, gloved hand stopped her.

"Don't cover up such a beautiful thing from me, I've waited just as long as you for this." The god stated, wistfully. He then laid the sheet down. The large hand slowly descended towards the child. The babe shivered, causing the glove-just a touch away-to flinch to a stop. Yet when the infant relaxed again, a long, spike-ended finger very gently, very slowly slid down a small chubby cheek as she fed.

The queen of the Land of the Remembered sighed. This…is her family. Su familia. Being surrounded by countless clans and bloodlines, she now had one of her own. Countless memories in making, starting with this one, just enjoying being together now-well her daughter enjoying her meal-was all the goddess could want.

The baby stop nursing and then started to whimper, snapping her parents out of their daze.

"What does she want?" the king asked, his red skulls bouncing from mother to child.

The goddess gently bobbed her child, pondering what she wanted, then a thought popped into her head. A sneaky smile stretched across her face, to which she changed into a wide grin. She then lifted her child towards her husband. "Here."

"What?!" Xibalba exclaimed. His hands now raised up, defensively. "What I am supposed to do?"

"Don't worry. I'm here. I'll guide you." La Muerte stated.

"What if I drop her?" her husband questioned.

"You won't. I'm sure of it. I'm right here even if you do." The sugar covered woman assured, offering the child again.

The tar covered man lowered his arms, allowing his wife to set the fussing babe on them. "Now what?'

"Actually hold the baby, supporting her head," she started.

The god moved his hands, now cradling the whining child.

"Now, hold her close to your chest, her head over your shoulder," the goddess continued.

The lord of the Land of the Forgotten followed her instruction, though by the sound of his child screaming right next to his head, this started to seem like some sort of scheme.

"Now start patting her back, not to rough now, just firm please." The sweet woman requested.

Once more, the sticky man obeyed. Placing his fingers in the space between the wings, he started to pat the child. After a few touches, he glared at his wife, mentally asking her "What am I doing?!"

*UUURP!*

After the loud eruption of gas, the child hushed to only let out soft sounds while her parents burst into laughter.

"Well, if you didn't feel like a papi before, you certainly do now!" the woman stated, between chuckles.

The man agreed, laughing, "Yes, sí, yes!"

Thanks to laughter shaking the babe, the part of the blanket that covered her head slid down. Xibalba glanced at the child and his laughter ceased at the sight. "Mami, take a look of this."

After taking a few deep breaths, La Muerte responded to her new name. "Yes Papi?" She turned to her husband, now holding their child to where she could see her better and beamed brightly at the sight.

On top of the little princess's head sprouted fine dark curls, like a forest of trees, yet right near her forhead there stood one lone white spiral. Her green eyelids quickly started to cover her eyes and a small yawn escaped her mouth. She dozed off, completely content.

The god tried to offer the child back to his wife, yet she shook her head. "I'm sure you can hold her for a little while longer, right?" she whispered.

The man looked down at the child, just as calm as he was, and gave a small nod. With one arm wrapped around the child, the other hand rose towards his mouth and promptly bit down on the glove. While turning his head a bit, the king of the Land of the Forgotten pulled out a long, black skeletal hand. The dark claw lowered itself gently onto the baby's head, the tips of the fingers playing with a curl or two, his thumb favoring the white curl.

While her husband preoccupied with their daughter's hair, the queen of the Land of the Remembered started to stroke the large black wings. Despite looking as though they were some kind of sweet, they seemed to softer than any silk the goddess ever felt. This caused her to lean closer to the black wing behind her, giving it a small nuzzle. No matter how fine a mattress was, none could compare to softness of the black feather's her husband possessed.

Despite all the cheering and music from outside the windows of the room, though it was mostly muffled due to thick curtains, the whole world seemed almost silent to the couple, just the sound of their child breathing seemed to mostly make the most sound.

"She's…so little…." The tar covered man said, still a bit in awe.

"Yes…she's our little one…" La Muerte sighed with a small giggle at the end.

Xibalba sighed, "Yes…our little….

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! DECEASED OF ALL AGES!"

In response, the cheering and music exploded, loud enough to wake up the Forgotten out of their life-less daze.

At the sound of the familiar voice, the new family jumped a bit, snapping out of their quiet scene. Startled, the baby awoke and shouted her anger.

"What is that crazy woman think she is doing?!" the man roared, now bobbing the child, attempting to soothe her.

"This is probably revenge for shutting her out." The woman growled. While she understood her friend's motive, she was mostly listening to the new mother side of her which wanted to strangle the person who woke up her baby.

"WE ALL KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO WHY DON'T YOU TAKE IT AWAY, CANDLEMAKER?"

"AH YEAH! YEAH!"

At the sound of their colleague's voice, the two gods groaned. The noise so loud now even the Living could hear it. In response the child only grew louder. Fruitlessly, her father tried to soothe her, while mentally cursing the duo outside the room. The mother gently took the baby to try her own hand, yet with the same amount of success. However, the noise soon died down, giving the parents a sigh of relief, yet only cringe at the following words.

"TODAY IS A MOMENTUS DAY! ONE THAT WILL FOREVER REMEMBERED IN HISTORY! FOR TODAY, A NEW LIFE HAS BEEN BORN. A NEW GODDESS!"

The noise rose and fell again.

"I, YOUR HUMBLE YET STRICKINGLY HANDSOME, CANDLEMAKER AM HONORED TO ANNOUCED FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE DAUGHTER OF KING XIBALBA AND QUEEN LA MUERTE, PRINCESS…."

At first, the stopped speech built excited suspense, yet as the moments slipped into minutes, worry seemed to grow more rapidly. The child calmed down while waiting to be named. Before they knew it, a strange orange glow slid right in front of their door. The glow dimmed and some knocks were heard on the door. The

"Let him be, Balby, he'll have to introduce her sometime. Might as well get it over with now." La Muerte sighed.

Xibalba let out a mixed sigh and growl. Giving a quick kiss on his wife's cheek, he got up off the bed. As he walked, his wings stiffly pressed against him. The god had a simple mission. Tell the wax-for-brains-man the child's name and get back to his family. Unfortunately, his train of thought was derailed by a splash of cold water hit his face. The liquid dropped down to the floor, the rose to form La Luna.

"WHAT? KIND? OF? FATHER? ARE YOU?!" The goddess roared. "NOT TELLING THE OWNER OF THE BOOK OF LIFE THE NAME OF YOUR CHILD!?"

"It never came up!" the king defended. "Besides you woke her up! Both of you!" He glared at the Candlemaker in the doorway, the Book of Life next to him, his shoulder's shrug.

"I thought it was a good idea at the time," the god admitted.

"Probably concocted by this sea witch." The ruler of the Land of the Forgotten muttered.

"Excuse me," La Luna stated, taking on a haughty tone, placing a hand on her chest. "For begging a witch, especially the witch that just helped your wife give birth to your child, both of which are perfectly healthy thanks to me!"

"And for that, I will be eternally grateful," the god stated, in a sincere voice. The king bowed, his wings now touching the ground. The two goddesses gasped and The Candlemaker's jaw dropped at the sight. "If it wasn't for you, I'm not what would have happened to either of them. I tried my best comfort my wife in her time of need, but that's all I could do." With a harsher tone he continued, "Although I'm a bit resentful that you forced me out of the room, I still can never thank you for saving my family."

With her face a burnt orange, the color of a harvest moon, La Luna stuttered, "I…I'm not your wife, s…so stop sweet talking me and get out with it!"

"With what?" the winged man asked, now standing again.

"I think she mean's our niña's name," La Muerte answered. "Go on, mi vida."

Xibalba straighten himself, standing tall with ribbed chest out. "Lucía, her name is Lucía."

Aft the name, a glow started inside the Book of Life.

"You might want to cover your eyes for this," the Maker suggested, then followed his own advice with his large eyes. Sooma's pale hands and covered her sea colored eyes. The king quickly slid towards his family, shielding them with his dark wings.

The Book of Life opened itself, one page shining so bright, the resident of the Land of the Remembered could see it, despite the curtains covering the windows of their queen's bed. The light dimmed, reveling a deep brown page, Lucía in written large, golden, skinny letters, some leaning in different ways.

The lord of the Land of the Forgotten opened his wings, revealing his family again, "What just happened?"

The book keeper started, "Well you see, you know when a person is born a new page is created in the Book of Life-to start their story. Whenever a god or demi-god-

"Or goddess or demi-goddess," La Luna interrupted.

"True," The Candlemaker agreed. "Anyway, whenever that happens the Book tends to be a bit flashier when the page is formed. Immortals pages are different because they are colored, rather than the normal white. Go on pal, give them a look."

The book flew over and hovered in front of the family. The parents leaned in to get a better, while the child just stared up at the large page. It said- Lucía: Princess of the Land of the Forgotten and Remembered-Goddess of Dead Children and

The gods blinked, the king flipped the page yet it was blank.

"Where is the rest? He asked.

"Huh?" the Candlemaker strode over towards the bed and looked at the page. "SANTA CHIHUAHUA!"

"What is it?" Xibalba exclaimed.

"Will something happen to Lucía?" La Muerte questioned, the grip on her child tightening.

The cloud-bearded god explained, "Well, as I always say, some immortals are born with duties, others achieve them, and then who have them trusted upon them. Looks like your daughter is a bit a mix." The man then put his fist on his head then spread his fingers wide, added a soft "Boom!"

The king rolled his eyes at the action, while the queen sighed in relief. He asked, "Don't you have something you should be finishing?"

The book keeper, his fingers stretching his cheeks from the inside, tongue wiggling at the baby, blinked in recognition. "Oh yeah!" The god transformed into a ball of light and zoomed out of the room, the Book flew next to it. In a few seconds, the gods in the room heard a familiar voice boomed, "PRINCESS LUCÍA!"

The roar of the crowd out came back with a vengeance.

The lord sighed, "Do we really have to expose our daughter to that?"

"He's harmless and he's a great storyteller!" the lady defended. "Besides, who would you rather, she spend more time with, him or…them." The last word, a bit harsher than the rest, came out as a whisper.

"Good point," the man agreed.

The second goddess asked, "Are you talking about-

The parents glared at her. "Don't. Please," the queen said.

"Alright, alright. I'm going to tell everyone about the kid, I'll see you two later," Sooma started. Just as the goddess slid out of the room, her head leaned back in. "Hey, tar-face!" She called.

"What is it?" He moaned, cricking his neck to the side.

"You did a good job taking care of your wife while she was in labor, for a man," the woman added before sticking her tongue out at him and shut the door.

The man blinked a few times, still staring wooden plank. "What just happened?"

"I think she just gave you a compliment," his wife answered.

The god gave at shudder, zapped into a ball of tar, and emerged on the other side of his wife, his hands on her shoulders and cowered a bit, "She'll probably try to kill me in my sleep next."

"You scared her first," the queen stated. "Did you really mean what you said to her? Thanking her, I mean."

Her husband gasped dramatically, "You doubt my feelings of gratefulness that you and Lucía are alright? Mi amor you wound me. Even I know when to give thanks when thanks is due."

"Perdóneme mi vide," the sugar coated goddess said, a large yawn escaping her red lips. The babe below made a similar sound. "There's so much to do before everyone arrives."

The tar covered god nodded, "Yes, rest first."

"But…" the mother started but a dark finger pressed against her lips stopped.

"A good papi knows when it bed time, for both bebe and mami," the father answered.

La Muerte sighed, she had used the first three words to get whatever she wanted from him during the last couple of months. Guess it was time for time it come to back at her. She smiled, "Buenos noches Papi."

"Buenos noches, Mami," the king sighed. They leaned over and had a small peck on the lips. He leaned down and, after licking his lips, he kissed a small brown cheek. "Buenos noches Lucía," the man cooed. He licked his lips and was surprised by deep, rich flavor of cacau on his lips.

The little baby yawned once more and closed her eyes once more. Her mother kissed her on the forehead and then lowered the child onto the bed and then laid down next to her. The woman closed her eyes and fell asleep next to it.

Xibalba watched the two sleeping beauties next to him. This is his family…It still felt strange, for him to think that. It wasn't as though other death deities didn't have any children. Hades and Persephone had a few kids and Osiris had Anubis with Iris…Maybe it felt strange to him because he didn't have a family with a family member… he shrugged. He stood up and started to change. No crown, armor, robe or gloves-just a coal black shirt and matching pants. He got on the other side of the bed and slid himself underneath the bed. He continued to stare for a while, trying to get used to the sight. In all his millennium, never had life seemed so blissful and complete, as well as uncertain and mysterious. Settling and slipping into slumber, somehow Xibalba knew it would be alright. After all, look at who had for family. La Muerte, his beloved wife, and Lucía, their child, their light.

I'm actually done with this! I don't know whether to laugh or cry right now. This is in Alternative Timeline where our favorite two gods have a child. Be warned of sweet family fluff until…well you will see. You are probably wondering why, especially with all the OC-kids online, why I gave her butterfly wings. Well, I gave her that for two reasons. (Well there are a few more but these are the main ones.)

Like her parents, Lucía will have lots of symbolism. Monarch butterflies, probably due to their migration coincides with the Days of the Dead, are thought to bring back the spirits of the dead with them.

Rather than being a god, like her parents, I want to give Lucía an impression of being more of a fairy/pixie-like-being.

Lucía- means light-several pronunciations are found but I call her Luu-see-ah. You can pronunicate however you like though.

Why did the Candlemaker say pink was for boys and blue was girls? Originally, babies usually only wore white. During the 19th century, when color dyes became cheaper and thus color-gender trend started. Pink went to boys because it was considered the stronger color-and because it related to red the color of blood, especially when it came to soldiers. Blue went to girls because it was considered the more delicate color-and that Virgin Mary is often depicted in blue. During and after WWII, the colors switched genders, due to blue being used in soldiers uniforms and pink used in advertise women-who at the time worked in place of the men who had gone to war-to back to being housewives so that way the men could get jobs. And thus ends the informational bit to what would have been a normal fluffy fanfic.

Historical accuracy speaking, having her parents speak Spanish and the baby blanket thing is completely inaccurate. Yet, I think that gods tend to be more advanced than mortals so they may just be prepared for the future when the Spaniards do come.

What is cacau? The ancestor of a very popular sweet today.

I'll get more into her-design wise later, where I feel like its important or your guys ask me enough to tell you-fell free to do so. Right now, I'm going to be writing fluffy things about this fluffy inspiring family, but I might go back in time to when this family of three was two and one on the way if you want me too, please want me too. I'll see you next time! I'm opened to any ideas! Contact me here or on tumblr.