And now these walls come crumbling down

And I can feel my feet on the ground

Can we carry this love that we share

Into the open air?


When Epona received a letter from Xibalba stating he had won a horse from Itzlacol, she hastily teleported to his castle, and headed towards the stable to take a look at the horse. Arabian stallion with red coat and white socks. Juarez was taking a look at the spur marks on his sides, while Xibalba was brushing it, speaking soothing words as he did so. Epona noticed Medianoche was inside his stall, and apparently he was a bit jealous, but tried his best not to show it. She saw the red stallion had a slightly humid coat, probably he just received a good, refreshing bath.

"Now who is the newbie we have here?" Epona chimed in delight.

"Well, apparently Itzlacol didn't bother to name him, so I took the liberty to name him Nezmal." Xibalba said, patting the horse's neck lightly. "Isn't that right, Nezmal?" he chuckled when he got as snort of delight as a reply. He had learned Nezmal's favorite spots to be stroked where his neck and his head, but he hated to be touched in the flank and sides, though it didn't have the aggressive temper Itzlacol claimed.

"He's beautiful." Epona sighed, running a hand down Nezmal's neck in delight. But she could see still some fear in his eyes. "I can't imagine what the poor thing went through."

"At least I got to piss Itzlacol off." Xibalba chuckled, sounding more excited than… usual. "You should have seen his face!"

"You seem to be in a pretty good mood."

"Why wouldn't I? I rubbed my superior skills in Itzlacol's face, and now he'll have to stay away from La Muerte for ten days! That's more than enough time to win her heart!"

"And what are you planning to do now?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I haven't thought of it…"

Medianoche snorted and started nibbling at the latch of his stall door, it wasn't hard to guess what he wanted. Epona opened the stall door with a wave of her hand, and Medianoche walked out towards the salt rock located just at the stable entrance. Xibalba chuckled, before glancing at Epona. "So, what do you think of Nezmal?"

"He's truly a beautiful specimen…" she whispered, and looked into the stallion's eyes. "The poor thing has suffered a lot…"

"Think you can fix him?"

"Don't just say fixing like we were talking about a table! He'll need months of rehabilitation to be back to normal, he's going to need lots of company from other horses."

Xibalba glanced down at Juarez. "How do you see those marks?"

"Well, My Lord, they're not that deep, but they're very painful for the horse. These probably bled a few times, and they were not properly treated."

Xibalba patted Nezmal's neck. "How about you go make some new friends for a while?"

But as Epona grabbed Nezmal's bridle and started to lead him away, the horse snorted and moved his head away from her hold, turning around and going back to Xibalba's side. She stared at him in surprise, though she had the feeling Nezmal didn't want to be taken to another strange environment so soon. Xibalba patted Nezmal's head.

"Looks like he only trusts you for the time being." Epona commented. "I think you should keep him for a few days, and then you can take him to my realm when he feels more confident."

"Sounds good." Xibalba glanced at Medianoche licking the salt rock, and thought of something. "Here, boy. How about you taste the salt rock? It's very tasty." He led Nezmal towards the rock, and let him watch Medianoche licking the rock. "See? Middy likes it, want to taste it?"

Juarez approached the salt rock, looking up at his master. "Allow me, My Lord." He kneeled down and start to lick on the rock, showing Nezmal it was safe to lick it. Curious, Nezmal bent down his neck and took a lick at the rock. He liked the taste, and was soon licking the salt rock happily.

"Hermanito, I think Juarez is starting to think he is a horse for spending so much time with yours."

Xibalba and Epona rolled their eyes when Zipacna entered the stable, snickering and staring down at Juarez amusingly. Juarez stood up and looked up at the god, offended. "For your information, Lord Zipacna, Nezmal had never tasted a salt rock before, I was showing him it's safe to taste, and Medianoche indirectly helped."

"Nezmal? Is that how you named him?" Zipacna took a look at the stallion. "Epona, I must admit, when you said Xibalba had a new horse I never thought he actually won it from Itzlacol."

Xibalba glanced at Epona. "Wait a second, you told him about Nezmal?"

"Well, we've been writing to each other, so I thought it wouldn't do bad that he came to see a horse for the first time in his life."

Zipacna blushed. "Hey! I said I had never ridden a horse, not that I had never seen one!"

"Hey, hey, hey! You two…" Xibalba shifted his glance between Zipacna and Epona. "You two have been writing to each other? Without telling me?"

"Come on, Xibalba! It's not like it's a capital crime to exchange words on paper with a friend, is it?" Zipacna shrugged, laughing nervously.

Xibalba crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the pair. "Can I at least know what you two talk about behind my back?"

"And I think this is not my business." Juarez muttered, walking away to clean out the stalls.

Epona quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Xibalba, you said you haven't thought of something for your next date with La Muerte."

Smart. "I'm running out of ideas." He sighed. "I want them to be special, but I' still afraid I'll mess it up."

"You said she kissed your cheek. That's a good sign."

"Exactly. And I don't want to ruin it!"

Zipacna thought for a moment. He recalled there was a celebration in Asia that perhaps La Muerte would like. "Hey, hermanito, have you ever heart of the holi color festival?"


When she went down to have breakfast that morning, La Muerte was surprised when she didn't see any signs of Itzlacol's presence. She was glad, she was not in the mood to deal with him right now, her mood swings had started to kick in again these days due to her conflicting emotions. She tried her best to remain calm in front of the servants and the families who often came to wish her a good pregnancy, she had never liked to take out her frustration on her subjects. Her appetite had been growing too, considering she had to eat for two right now, and the chefs did their best to make the dishes she wanted and how she wanted them. Today, the baby demanded scrambled eggs, pancakes and fruit juice. Despite all her newly-found need to eat, La Muerte still ate calmly and slowly. She had to be careful with the nausea as well. She was two months into the pregnancy, and her bladder was already giving her signs that her womb was growing, her need to go to the bathroom had augmented threefold since last week.

"Any news from Itzlacol?" she casually asked her father, taking a drink from her orange juice.

"Lord Itzlacol informed that he will be tending to some business the next ten days, he won't be able to visit you." King Sol replied as one of the maids served him more coffee, he smiled. "Why do you ask? Any sort of interest?"

"N-no!" La Muerte quickly said, looking down at her meal. "I just found it weird that he hadn't arrived with a cart of jewels or a giant flower decoration."

Aimé decided to change the subject. "And what about Count Osvaldo? Any word from him?"

"Oh, as a matter of fact, he sent a letter this morning!" King Sol said, cutting his waffles, then glancing at La Muerte. "He's inviting you to a festivity in Spain, he will pick you up at ten o' clock."

Oddly, La Muerte didn't feel bothered anymore that Xibalba continued to insist in seeing her. In fact, the voice in her head that told her to hate him for what he did was starting to grow silent, and the voice from her heart was becoming louder, telling her to forgive him and return to him. Damn it, she was going mad with all this emotional turmoil. After breakfast, she headed up to her room, changing into her usual red dress and giant hat, she felt she didn't have to wear anything special this time. Besides, she wanted to enjoy her favorite dress before her belly started to grow and she would be unable to use it for a good while. She couldn't help but wonder what Xibalba had planned this time.

Exactly at ten o' clock, one of the maids knocked her door, announcing that Count Osvaldo had arrived. La Muerte made her way down and to the door, walking outside to meet her ''suitor'. Much to her surprise, Instead of a carriage, she found Osvaldo waiting for her at the door, his horse waiting in front of the fountain. What did he have in mind?

"Didn't you bring a carriage today, Osvaldo?" she inquired.

"I'm afraid one of the wheels went loose yesterday night, so I'm afraid we'll have to travel on horseback." Osvaldo replied, smiling. "If you don't mind, that is."

La Muerte somehow found the idea of riding in his embrace again… romantic, and the words left her mouth before she could retort. "I don't mind." She mentally cursed herself. Osvaldo's smile widened as he offered his arm to her.

"My lady."

Reluctantly, she grabbed unto his arm, and stepped down the stairs side-by-side with him. Once they were in front of Medianoche, the horse glanced at her and let out a small snort, as if he were greeting her. He was apparently happy to see her again after so much time. La Muerte smiled at him and patted his neck lightly, to which the horse replied with a small nuzzle. Osvaldo carefully helped La Muerte climb into Medianoche's back, before he climbed up behind her, and waited till she shifted to a comfortable position. Once he was certain La Muerte was safely accommodated in his embrace, Osvaldo gently kicked Medianoche into a walk and led him out of the castle grounds, when they were a good distance away from the castle, he kicked him into a light trot.

"So, Spain?" La Muerte inquired, uncomfortable with the silence.

"Oh, that. We're actually going to the India."

"W-What?"

"If I had told your daddy where I was actually taking you, he would have hung me on his trophy room. Don't worry, you're going to like it."

One they were out in the outskirts of the Land of the Remembered, Xibalba teleported them to the Land of the Living, Soon they found themselves on a clearing in the middle of a rainforest, judging by the type of trees La Muerte could tell they were in the India, in fact, but she could hear the noises of a human settlement not far off. Xibalba dismounted, and helped her dismount, before changing into human shape; the same one he had taken for their 'first date', but with a more Indian complexion, with dark skin, black hair, beard and moustache, and dark eyes wearing an intricately patterned lungi, and a black Saraiki kurta.

"What?" he inquired, shrugging. "It's another part of the world, and Asian people are not in good terms with 'white people' right now."

Rolling her eyes, La Muerte changed into human form, with also an Indian complexion and skin tone, but her clothing was more colorful. She wore a sort of Indian dress called mekhela sador, with a yellow mekhela, red sador and marigold yellow riha, adorned with patterns of swirls, leaves and birds. Xibalba sent Medianoche back home for the time being lest he wanted him to be eaten by a Bengal tiger, and took his wife's hand (surprisingly she didn't protest in any way), leading her through the jungle briefly before the two of them emerged from the rainforest and walked into a village. La Muerte noticed the village was decorated with colorful lanterns, and merchants on the streets were selling lots of snacks, sweets and overall strange pouches of different colors. People were throwing the pouches at each other, staining their targets with dry powder of many colors, all bright and phosphorescent, apparently. There were lots of colors, red, yellow, blue, pink, purple and many more.

They were having fun. It warmed her heart to see humans like this, enjoying themselves, all happy and together, the children running around while shooting colored water from some new type of toy at their friends, further staining them with color. Xibalba smiled.

"How are you feeling today, mi amor?" he inquired. "I hope you're in the mood for some fun."

"What kind of fun?" La Muerte asked him, looking around at the people

"As you can see, people are throwing colored powder at each other, it's called the festival of colors. I have the feeling you will like it."

She rolled her eyes. "As if, you're idea of fun is having two front seats in a public execution."

Xibalba rolled his eyes, a bit irritated. "Maybe for the next date I'll consider it."

"Oh, so you would?"

"I don't know… would I?"

"You're capable of doing that."

Xibalba stopped walking and pulled La Muerte out of the way of a color 'bomb', into a small alley. "Really?" he asked her, frowning and crossing his arms. "… And do you think I would ever lay a hand on you…?"

La Muerte turned away. "… No."

"Are you sure, my dear?"

No reply. Xibalba realized he was messing it up, so he quickly changed the subject. He searched in his pockets and took out various small pouches stained in dry powder of different colors, just like the other people had. La Muerte took notice of them.

"What's that?" she inquired.

Xibalba chuckled. "I figured out you'd like to throw things at me… That's why I brought you here."

"What do you mean?"

Placing the pouches back in his pockets for the time being, he took her hand again and led her down the path of the village, leading her to the main plaza. In the whole village, the people were throwing dry powder at each other, and even the elderly were having a good time. La Muerte couldn't help but laugh when she was spilled with a bit of pink-dyed water by some children, though Xibalba didn't find it as funny. Still, he saw she was in such a good mood that he didn't mind.

"I never understood the point in throwing colored powder at other people, but I admit, it's very funny!" La Muerte laughed.

Xibalba took out the powder pouches from his pocket again, but this time handed a few to his wife. "Just a favor." He said, gulping. "Try not to aim at my face."

"Why not?" La Muerte shrugged, smirking. "I thought you said I could take out my anger on you today."

"Yeah, but have a bit of mercy…" he did his best to make a puppy look. "Please?"

"Hmmm…"

"Come on, do it for your dear old husband! I'm older than I look, my ankles and my back might hurt." Xibalba grinned. "You know how being old feels."

"As if!"

Xibalba didn't have time to react as suddenly La Muerte threw a pouch of cyan powder at his shoulder, staining him, and then running off through the crowded streets, almost getting lost among the flying pouches, spilling water and color-stained people. He grinned. "So be it!" He went after her, and threw a pouch of yellow powder aimed at her hip, and his aim was surprisingly good as a cloud of colored powder exploded in her dress, staining great part of her clothing.

Rather than being angry, La Muerte laughed. "You-! You-!" She threw pink powder, aiming at his face this time, and this gave her a bit of time as he stopped to cough and wipe it off his face and facial hair, though the color remained. He growled playfully.

"This is war!"

As they ran down the streets of the village, laughing and receiving additional colored powder and water ammunitions from the rest of the laughing townspeople, they exchanged small 'grenades' of colored powder at each other, while trying to avoid the ones thrown at them, but Xibalba's aims were aimed at every part of her body except her abdomen, recalling there was a tiny life growing in there. He wondered if the baby knew what was going on, and if he or she was having fun. La Muerte threw another powder pouch at his face, and took advantage of the seconds he took in wiping it off his eyes to go hide inside one of the few alleys where the coloring war was not taking place to take a breath. Every inch of her was stained in lots of bright colors, even her hair, she had the feeling she would need a good bath after this. When she saw Xibalba walking into the alley, she hid behind a wall and took out another pouch of colored powder, this one red, from her pouch to await for the right moment.

"Ah, come on, La Muerte!" he laughed, panting and wiping sweat off his brow. "Hiding in the shadows? That's my thing!" he spotted something behind a wall, and grinned mischievously as he stepped closer to it slowly. A few seconds later, he stepped forward.

"GOTCHA!" but by the time he had realized what had just happened, he had already thrown the pouch at an empty spot.

La Muerte came out from her true hiding place, grinning tauntingly. "Gotcha." She threw the pouch of red powder at his face, laughing again as she started to run down the alley once more .This time, however, Xibalba would have none of it. As soon as his vision cleared and he coughed the powder out of his lungs, his wings sprouted momentarily and he flew after her, catching her by the waist and lifted her into the air, his wings retreating into his back again, and he sprinkled a bit of powder in her face as payback.

"Hey, that was a dirty trick!" she snapped.

"I know." Xibalba laughed, but his grin disappeared when he looked into his pockets and found he had run out of ammunition. "Uh oh."

La Muerte squirmed a bit to get off his hold, blushing as she did so. When she ceased moving she realized their faces were inches from one another. Xibalba blushed as well, his heart accelerating as they were caught in another trance, and were this close to kissing, but suddenly La Muerte pulled back. Xibalba decided to change the subject.

"Okay, I'm defeated." He sighed, shrugging. "I'm out of powder."

"Me too." La Muerte did her best to recover her breath, though her heart was still drumming inside her chest. "I'm exhausted."

Xibalba noticed his wife was panting heavily, and in the last moment supported her before she could faint. "Are you okay?" he inquired.

"Yes, just a bit thirsty and tired, considering I technically run for two." La Muerte panted in reply.

"You know, I know a place nearby… It's a few streets away, and we got a reservation there, anyway." The dark god took his wife' hand and led her through the still-crowded streets, though the powder war had ceased and now people were cleaning themselves up.

"We do? What kind of food do they serve? I mean, I've heard they eat bugs in Asia…"

"Oh, no! It's not that kind of place! It's Indian specialties. Luckily for us, some people here understand English, and we can ask about the ingredients, though most of their food is spicy…" He smirked. "… And a little bird told me you like spicy food."

"Well, I usually do, but in case you don't know, pregnant women usually crave the opposite of what they usually like."

"Well, what are your…" Xibalba thought for a moment. "Or rather, I should be asking you…" he leaned down to his wife's abdomen, directing his words at the baby. "What are the orders for tonight?"

La Muerte thought for a moment. "Something cold and sweet."

Xibalba looked back at La Muerte once they had arrived. "Well, here we are."

The building wasn't very impressive. It was rather worn down, but apparently the chairs and tables were decent enough. It was crowded with people, all laughing, most of them families or couples. "It's… decent."

"Oh, no, this is not exactly where we are having dinner." Xibalba winked at her. "Follow me."

La Muerte followed him into the restaurant, passing by the rest of the tables. She noticed they were heading towards a single door on one of the walls, but none of the humans took notice of it, apparently. He opened the door and invited her to go inside. The room was beautifully decorated in an Asiatic style, with red walls, golden edges and a small cherry tree on a corner, along with a table with white mantle and pink aromatic candles. There were two smaller tables with bowls of refreshingly cool water and towels to wash the colored powder off their hands and faces.

La Muerte failed to contain her amazement once again. "You never cease to… surprise me."

"And speaking of surprises." Xibalba sprinkled a last bit of green powder on her cheek, catching her off guard. La Muerte glared at him.

"That's cheating!" she snapped.

He simply grinned. "Is it?"

La Muerte rolled her eyes, and proceeded to wash her face and hands with the water and towels. Xibalba did the same with the opposite bowl, though he struggled to get the powder off his moustache and beard. Once they were clean, Xibalba pulled back a chair for La Muerte to sit, and then went to take his place at the other side of the table. A waiter came to take their orders, and Xibalba asked two shaved ice. A few minutes later, the waiter returned with the shaved ice, La Muerte's flavored strawberry and him blueberry. As they enjoyed the refreshing treat, La Muerte couldn't help but notice Xibalba was unusually… cheerful.

"You seem to be on a good mood today." She commented, taking some of the ice into her mouth."

"I am, actually, but… I'm worried about you." He responded, staring at her with concerned eyes. "I heard that these days you haven't seen feeling well… That day that you couldn't meet me or Itzlacol…·

"It's exhaustion, at this point of the pregnancy it's normal."

"I hope this wasn't too much."

"It wasn't, I think… Do you know what happened to Itzlacol? He said he had some business today, according to Father."

Xibalba grinned. "You'll have time to relax, my dear. He won't be bothering you anymore."

"What do you mean?" Her eyes widened in dismay. "You didn't kill him, did you?!"

"Oh, come on, my dear! I have every reason to, but I wouldn't go that low!"

"What happened, then?"

"Well…" he smirked again, taking a bit of shaved ice into his mouth. "Let's say we had a small horse race and I won, both his horse and his word that he won't be bothering you for the next ten days."

La Muerte nearly dropped her spoon. "T-Ten days? Without Itzlacol?" She couldn't contain her joy and relief.

"Well I figured that you would like some peace and time for yourself… especially in your state." He didn't have to react as suddenly La Muerte reached forwards and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you!"

She was laughing. He hadn't heard her laugh like this ever since… He found himself smiling and returning the hug, pulling her closer, wanting to hold her as close as possible right now. "You're welcome, my dear. Anything for you and your baby…"

"You mean… Our baby?"

Xibalba pulled back from the hug, surprised. "You don't mind if I say it?"

"Not anymore, really."

The dark god gave her the sweetest glance in the world. "…Thank you. I also have some news, I think you won't believe it."

"What is it?"

"Well, Epona came to see Nezmal, the horse I won from Itzlacol, today. The poor thing was abused… I had to take him away from that brute…"

La Muerte took her hands to her lips. "How bad was it?"

"Pretty bad, but Epona says he'll be better in a few months. He is safe now. But…. There is another thing…" Xibalba glanced around, and whispered into her ear. "I think something's happening between my brother and Epona."

La Muerte giggled. "You mean, like… in romantic terms?"

"I think so. Today they seemed to be very comfortable with each other, I could even say close."

"And does it bother you?"

"I don't know… Maybe a little…." He noticed La Muerte frowning. "N-Not because of Epona!"

She decided to tease him a bit. "Really? Didn't you and Epona ever get… serious?"

Xibalba realized what she was playing, and decided to play along. "She didn't…" he shrugged. "Though maybe I did."

"And how was it?"

"Hmmm, it lasted a short period of time."

"And did she like it?"

"I don't know if she liked it, but I know how I felt."

"How did you feel?"

"It was good, but… not good enough." He sighed, deciding to drop the act. "I mean, she is a good woman, but we just weren't meant like that for each other." His gaze turned intense as he stared at La Muerte. "I only knew what best felt like two months ago."

The comment stung at her heard as she recalled the morning afterwards, and she crossed her arms, looking away. "Then you ditched me." To her surprise (and slight chagrin), Xibalba smiled. "What's so funny?"

"I'm not laughing because I find something funny… I'm laughing because I'm seeing a beautiful and wonderful someone who surely knows how to remind me that I messed up." When La Muerte crossed her arms again and looked away awkwardly, he chuckled. "But why would you care about my relationship with Epona?"

"Just curiosity. You never talked that much about it, and you changed the topic everytime I tried to ask."

"There was not much to talk about… What happened, happened. What matters now is that we are good friends now."

"I noticed."

"I'm just afraid that irresponsible man I have to call my brother will play with her feelings."

"He's not that bad, he's sweet when you get to know him."

"Yeah, in a irritatingly funny kind of way."

"I'd say more funny."

Xibalba noticed there was something…. Off about her. He could tell something was bothering her. "Are you okay? You look… distracted and…"

"I' okay."

"You don't look okay." He reached out to grab her hand. "You can trust me... What's bothering you?"

"Why didn't you sign the divorce?"

Xibalba released her hand, in shock. Why was she asking him that? He looked down at his wedding band, present even in his human guises.

"Did you want me as a trophy? Or was it something else?"

"No, no… Believe me or not…" Xibalba sighed sadly. "I never wanted to drive you away, but deep down, like I told you, I thought you would be better with someone else… What could I offer you other than a wasteland?! Nothing… Until I realized that I did have something to offer you…" he glanced up at her. "… My heart. Ever since you left, many things happened, things that helped me realize what I felt, and how wrong I was…"

La Muerte shook her head. "I wish I could believe you."

"You can! You just don't want to! I could also forgive my father, but I don't want to… But there's one thing that I simply can't do, with or without my will."

She turned to look at him. "And what would that be?"

"I can't stop loving you."

She didn't say anything. Just then, they were caught in another trance as they glanced at each other's eyes, their faces unknowingly drawing closer. Her heart was drumming inside her chest, and her cheeks reddened when she felt Xibalba's hand touching her cheek longingly, in such a tender way… As their heads were inches away from each other once more, now it was Xibalba who hesitated, and looked like he was going to pull back, nearly breaking them out of their blissful trance.

"What is it…?"

He couldn't take it anymore. Finally, Xibalba bent forward and pressed his lips against La Muerte's, stealing a kiss from her, and pulling back in case she'd snap at him, or slap him, or whatever way she reacted. But she was frozen in surprise, she didn't react, processing what had just happened. Meanwhile, Xibalba waved his hand and yet another blue rose appeared, holding it our to her.

"I would have given it to you sooner, but I didn't want to stain it with the powder."

La Muerte grabbed the stem of the flower gently, her fingers softly brushing against his, making both blush.

"It's already getting late…" Xibalba said, regaining his composure. "It's already getting late, I think we should get back. You need to rest."

"La Muerte sighed. "I think so…"

Xibalba helped La Muerte stand up, and led her out of the room, out of the restaurant and back to the streets. It was now nighttime, and most of the people had retreated into their homes to protect themselves against the wild beasts that roamed around the jungle, the laughter and flying colors a mere memory as the moonlight illuminated the already poorly lit streets. Xibalba gave a long whistle with his fingers, and seconds later Medianoche trotted down the street, stopping right in front of the couple. Once more, Xibalba helped La Muerte climb unto the saddle, before climbing up himself and kicking his horse into a small trot. Once they were out of the village, out of any possible eavesdropping human's range of sight, Xibalba teleported them back to the Land of the Remembered-though usually teleportation was not recommended for pregnant goddesses due to the effort it required, if another god was the one who cast the teleportation there was really no danger-, once again taking on his disguise of Osvaldo, and trotted all the way back to the palace.

Once they were in front of the colorful set of stairs and doors, Osvaldo helped La Muerte dismount and accompanied her to the door. As they climbed up the stairs, La Muerte finally spoke. "Thanks for today." She was blushing.

Osvaldo smiled at her. "You're welcome, my dear." When they finally arrived at the doors, he glanced down at her abdomen for a few seconds. "… Take care."

La Muerte saw the expression on his face. He truly cared about his son or daughter, and she could tell he was dying to speak to the baby, talk to him or her… "Do you want to say something to the baby before you go?"

Osvaldo was surprised by the question, but he didn't need to think about it. "Yes." His gaze locked with hers.

"What is it?"

Osvaldo smiled as he placed a hand on her growing abdomen. "Just that I love you both."

La Muerte couldn't help but to respond with a small smile of her own, the walls she had put around her were finally crumbling. "The baby loves you too."

"One done, one more to go."

She giggled. "Dork." She planted another kiss on his cheek, but this time it was a bit closer to the lips. Osvaldo's grin became wider as his cheeks reddened.

"See you tomorrow?" he inquired hopefully.

The goddess smiled again when she was at the door. "See you tomorrow."

Osvaldo winked at her, making La Muerte giggle as she stepped inside the castle, closing the doors behind her with a wave of her hand. Xibalba went back to Medianoche and climbed unto the saddle, teleporting them both back to the Land of the Forgotten, at the same time changing back into himself. When he was certain he was alone, he couldn't contain his excitement any longer.

"YES!" he yelled at the top of his lungs and kicked Medianoche into a gallop, laughing as he went back to his castle. "YES, YES, YES! XIBALBA, YOU'RE AWESOME!"


This love it is a burning song….