Disclaimer: Guess what? We own Tezcatlipoca, Mictlantecuhtli (unfortunately), Mictecacihuatl, and Huehueteotl, even though he's not a big character. Yay! We own something! SCORE. *Cough* Ahem. Besides that, we don't own squat. Wait – we own the plot too. Haha.

Author's Notes: This is sort of an uneventful chapter. It hints at the plot line, but not much. We won't be seeing much of Barbossa or the Gods for a fe, chapters, so enjoy what you still have of them. Actually that's probably a good thing, because those guys' names are hard to type. I mean, just look at 'em. You try spelling Mictecacihuatl without looking at the piece of paper you wrote it down on with the correct spelling. All I can say is, it's not easy.

Still no reviews. V_V Maybe there will be by the time Akalei reads this, edits it, and adds some crazy disclaimer to it. (Beware of her disclaimers and author's notes.) Which has been done.

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The Wrath of the Gods
Chapter Two: Tezcatlipoca and the Throne
Written by Courtney

Huehueteotl was not happy. His unhappiness had begun when Cortés had killed off his people, his worshippers, which was a little more than one hundred years ago. The gods Tezcatlipoca and Mictlantecuhtli decided to curse Cortés and his people as revenge, so they gave him a stone chest full of 882 cursed coins. Why 882, Huehueteotl did not know. But, unfortunately, Cortés had figured out that the chest and its contents were damned, so he left them on a forsaken island and went back to Spain. Huehueteotl had not been pleased with the younger Gods' decision to curse the Spaniards; it would've been easier if they had sent a plague to the foreigners' ships to kill them all. The younger Gods didn't use their heads very much. Therefore, because of their oblivious stupidity, they were outraged that their revenge didn't work.

But then, thirteen years ago, pirates found the chest and they took every single piece of the cursed treasure. The captain of the pirates was a man by the name of Barbossa and his ship was the Black Pearl, and he himself was feared throughout the Caribbean Sea. The finding of the chest by someone renowned overjoyed the morbid gods, and they forgot about Cortés. Their curse tormented the pirates for ten years, until a certain Jack Sparrow and a young William Turner broke it. Huehueteotl was secretly happy about that, but he could never show it to the other Gods, especially Tezcatlipoca and Mictlantecuhtli. They were, again, enraged that the curse had been broken, but especially furious that those two gentlemen broke it. They stayed furious for three years straight, even if to the Gods it was but a month.

But unbeknownst to the God of Fire, during that three-year period the two Death Gods were hatching a plan to make the curse permanent, to make it affect anybody and everybody they could. Namely Jack Sparrow and Will Turner. Had Huehueteotl known this, he would have tried to prevent the plan from ever taking place. If he couldn't do that, then he would've secretly helped the two men the other Gods were after. Unfortunately, he found out too late.

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Tezcatlipoca was sitting lazily on Mictlanticuhtli's throne when the Lord of the Underworld arrived in his palace. He knew it would make "Cuhtli" angry, but he didn't care. After all, he was Tezcatlipoca, God of Night, Death and Temptation, and no man – mortal or not – was going to lay a hand on him. Tezcatlipoca made sure of that. He was also flirting with Cuhtli's

beautiful wife, Mictecacihuatl, who was sitting next to him in her throne when he appeared. Cuhtli didn't deserve a wife like her, him being so grotesque, and she, she being the most beautiful woman in the Underworld, what with her long jet-black hair piled on her head in an ornate fashion with an emerald skull holding it there. He didn't deserve her perfect face, her bright green eyes. Her eyes were what made her unique; no goddess in the Aztec Pantheon had green eyes except Mictecacihuatl. She was everything Mictlantecuhtli wasn't.

"TEZCATLIPOCA!" Mictlantecuhtli shrieked with in his horrid voice as he entered the throne room. "GET OFF OF MY THRONE AND GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"

Tezcatlipoca sighed dramatically, winked at Mictecacihuatl, who smiled knowingly, and heaved himself off of the elegant throne that was made out of human bones. He smiled widely at the angry, ugly god and shouted, "Cuhtli! So glad to have you back! Terribly sorry about the chair. I didn't know you wouldn't want me to sit in it. Mictecacihuatl said I could while you were away." It was a lie; Mictecacihuatl had said no such thing, but she would vouch for him if asked about this. He knew she liked him better than her husband, who wouldn't? Tezcatlipoca was as handsome as Mictecacihuatl was bewitching. He, too, had jet-black hair, although it only reached about an inch below his ears, framing a handsome face.

Mictlantecuhtli glared at his wife and fellow god with his menacing red eyes. "Let this be a warning, both to you, Tezcatlipoca, and to my wife. If either of you so much as touches my throne, I'll send you both to dine with Tlazolteotl." Tezcatlipoca grimaced; Tlazolteotl was the Eater of Excrement. "Do I make myself clear?" Mictlantecuhtli spat malevolently.

"Of course, Cuhtli!" grinned Tezcatlipoca, triumphantly hiding his contempt for the skeleton behind a smile. "Who wouldn't understand a threat such as that?" He glanced at Mictecacihuatl hastily, and she smiled and nodded at her husband. While looking at the Lord of the Underworld, Tezcatlipoca noticed Jack the demon monkey at his heels, scampering around

the Lord's feet. "Ahh," said Tezcatlipoca smoothly, "I see you've brought our little servant." He looked back up at Cuhtli's horrendous eyes and smirked at them. "Does this mean the first stage is complete?"

"See for yourself," growled Mictlantecuhtli, "and don't call me Cuhtli." He stepped aside to reveal a relatively tall man with a wide-brimmed hat and a long coat standing behind him. His hair was longer than Tezcatlipoca's, but ratty and thin; the same with his beard. This man standing cockily before him was a pirate, a pirate who had died three years ago.

Tezcatlipoca bowed theatrically. "Welcome to the Underworld, Captain Barbossa," he said, smoothly as a snake's underbelly. "There is much to explain to you over the next few days, so we might as well get started now."