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That night, a star fell over New York City, shedding eagle feathers and butterfly wings and little tongues of flame as it did so. It spiralled, spun head-over-head, and as it spun it began to take more refined shape, so that as it came low over the sharded tip of the tallest skyscraper anyone was looking closely might have perceived the long, vasiform shape of what might have been limbs, the whip-like slash of dark hair about a brown face in the wind, the sharp edges of something carved by a knife.

Noca stood, and watched the star fall, and watched it alight on the rooftop in the shape of a woman – broad-shouldered and brutish, her chest-plate hanging open over a chest that was only a ribcage, without skin or solid flesh, just bone, old polished bone, like that of a skeleton left in an arid desert. Her long hair was the colour of the night sky, her eyes the bright silver of a dying white dwarf star, her teeth a little bit too sharp to ever be mistaken for truly human.

"Teicnocahualiztli." Despite her amazonian build, the voice of Our Obsidian Lady was soft and sibillant, the mere background hum of light against the erstwhile silence of a dark universe. Noca had to strain to hear her over the mundane hum and bustle of business in the streets below – the cars, the tourists, the malfunctioning billboard two rooftops over buzzing with passive electricity. "Did you think I would not see you? Did you think I would not hear you? Did you think I would not know you? We in the sky know all."

Then maybe you can save me some time, Noca thought. Maybe you can tell me where Quetzalcoatl is. But she did not say that. She did not dare. She only stood there, and clenched and unclenched her hands, and thought, the war with the stars must be going badly if you can afford to fall. The skeletal warrior was second in command to the moon goddess Coyolxauhqui, and commanded the fealty of her Four Hundred star brothers above who waged their constant war of infinity against the gods, threatening to swallow the world in darkness. Noca fixed her eyes on the stars in the sky, what few were visible in the pollution-strewn air above New York, and carefully counted the teeth.

"Your master must love you little," Our Obsidian Lady continued. "To force you on such a path. To seek out the children of the fools you serve. You think half-bloods will be any stronger than their dames and sires?" She cocked her head. "Even you, Noca, must acknowledge the folly of such an escapade."

"Aotlazotli," Noca said softly. "I don't have a choice." That was true. She had come here because she had been commanded to go and find what few children of the Aztec gods remained on earth, in a state fit to quest, and this was the first one she had found. New York, she thought wryly, city of dreams. She hadn't dreamed in many thousands of years. "I don't have a choice."

"None of us do. These are our roles. We must play them." Itzpapalotl stepped forward. "The ending has already been written, maliicnopiltzintli. Etched in blood. Do you think mere mortals can undo what has been done? Unwill what has been willed by the gods?"

"Manelniquilnamiqui. It doesn't matter what I think." It hadn't mattered for many hundreds of thousands of years. She wasn't sure she could think anymore. She wasn't sure if there was any space left in her head, or if her skull had been hollowed out and replaced with the mad fluttering of the trapped hummingbirds and butterflies that were the orders of the gods.

Itzpapalotl flicked her hair, a surprisingly coquetteish gesture from the goddess who had overseen the sacrifice of millions and led an army against the gods for millenia upon millenia. "You think Coyolxauhqui will not seek to stop you?"

"Will she?"

Our Obsidian Lady bared her cuspids in a feral smile. "Well, Teicnocahualiztli darling, aren't you looking forward to finding out?"

The Aztec Gods

Tezcatlipoca. The Smoking Mirror. The god of the night sky, temptation, earth and sorcery. His sacrifices were killed in combat.

Huitzilopochtli. The Left-Handed Hummingbird. The god of the sun, warfare, military conquest, sacrifice. His sacrifices had their hearts torn out.

Xipe Totec. Our Flayed Lord. The god of agriculture, disease, liberation and the seasons. His sacrifices were flayed.

Tlaloc. He Who Covers The Land. the god of rain, fertility, and lightning. His sacrifices were suffocated.

Chalchiuhtlicue. She Of The Jade Skirt. The goddess of love, youth, storms and water. Her sacrifices were drowned.

Xiuhtecuhtli. The Living Flame. The god of fire, light and volcanoes. His sacrifices were burned.

Mictlantecuhtli. Lord of the Underworld. The god of the underworld, lightning and bad luck. His sacrifices were cannibalised.

Toci. She Who Dwells Within. the goddess of healing and of the hearth. Her sacrifices were thrown from a cliff.

Xochipilli. The Prince of Flowers. The god of flowers, dancing, and beauty. His sacrifices were buried alive.

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Coyolxauhqui: the goddess of the moon, banished there for her attempt to murder her mother and her brother Huitzilopochtli.

Itzpapalotl: the skeletal and obsidian goddess of the stars, Coyolxauhqui's lieutenant.

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