The Seventh Heaven

Coyolxauhqui, Goddess of the Moon, stared from her position around the obsidian seeing stone. She growled to herself and gazed back up at the numerous Gods and Goddesses surrounding the looking glass.

"So, what are we all here for?" She hissed deeper.

"Calm down, Coyolxauhqui. Mayahuel asked us to help her." Mixcoatl, God of the Hunt, frowned at his sister's lack of patients.

"Well, she needs to do it herself! I have things to do! The moon cycle is already off!" the goddess huffed.

"Quiet!" now Mictlan, God of the lowest level of the underworld, added his voice to the chorus.

"Yes, please!" Tezcatlipoca, God of the night, temptation, sorcery, beauty, and war, shouted out of frustration.

Xochipilli, Xochiquetzal, and Ixtlilton all sat at their respective places around the stone and shook their heads. Xochipilli, Goddess of Erotic Love, was the first to let out a small sigh. Xochiquetzal, Goddess of beauty, nodded in agreement and gazed back to the stone. She nudged Ixtlilton in the ribs and pointed to the stone.

"Everyone look!" the God of medicine and healing pointed to the stone.

"What? Why's he leaving?" Xochipilli screamed. "He was supposed to-"

He was cut off by many voices at once.

The Gods and Goddesses frowned and leaned closer to the stone. They spoke to each other in hushed, urgent tones. They had not planned this.

"Someone works against us." Tezcatlipoca frowned.

"But who would dare so?" Mixcoatl hissed through his teeth.

"They will fail."

The sudden statement caught the deities off guard. The Goddess of the Moon was frowning down at the obsidian stone with her hands crossed in front of her chest. She looked pissed off.

"Why do you say that, Coyolxauhqui?" Xochiquetzal asked tonelessly.

"I will not be undone!" the Moon Goddess shouted.

Abruptly she turned and left the others still surrounding the rock.

The goddess huffed and stepped faster down the cloudy marble of the steps to the Temple of Light. How she hated to be undone! The moon would work to intertwine these two as much as she could. She growled aloud and took flight on her wings of moonlight toward her own temple. When Coyolxauhqui reached her own doors, she shoved them open with a loud bang of the stone. She shouted for her servants to come to her as she slumped on her throne of silk.

"Yes my lady?" a female star asked.

The "Stars" were female servants of the Moon. They were known to the lowly mortals as the Citialin and were the most wonderful shape-shifters in all the heavens. Coyolxauhqui figured it was her right to have them in her service. They constantly came in handy. The Moon Goddess looked down at the star in front of her.

"I want you to appear as this little girl and pleasure the male yautja known as Cit'lal-i. Tease him." As she spoke, the Goddess waved her hand and a clear image of the small human Mayahuel appeared standing next to her. She waved her hand and the image was gone.

"I will make it appear as a dream." She added with finality. "Go, my dear Nelli, and help him love her."

"As you wish my lady…but, don't you need the God of temptation to make him lust for me?"

The Goddess of the Moon frowned and nodded. She stood and sang out her brother's name in the purest voice. In a matter of seconds, Tezcatlipoca appeared at her door.

"What do you want?" he huffed in apparent annoyance.

"Make him lust for her." Coyolxauhqui spoke sternly.

"Why?" he looked suspicious. He knew whom she spoke of.

"Just do it, brother…it will do no harm."

"Very well, but I will not bow to your whim every moment…remember that." And with that, the God disappeared.

Coyolxauhqui looked back to her silent Nelli, her servant. She nodded and closed her eyes, slumping back into her throne. Sometimes being a Goddess wasn't worth it. She shook that thought away and silently drifted off to sleep.

Tezcatlipoca knew there was something up when his sister called on him. He had delivered her wish and left without another thought. As he returned to the seeing stone, he frowned and noticed only the Goddess of beauty was there.

"Where have the others gone?" he asked sheepishly.

She was too stunning to speak sternly to.

"They have retired to their own temples to work their magic." Xochiquetzal frowned.

"Then why do you remain?" he smiled.

"Does it bother you that I am here, my dear Tezcatlipoca?" she smiled back.

"No."

"Then I will continue to watch my little girl." And she did.

First Night of the Waning Pink Moon, Temple of Mixcoatl

Cit'lal-i frowned as he tossed in his bed. He could not get her out of his mind! The image of her torn and tattered body was horrid and burned into his memory. He growled and opened his eyes fiercely. The yautja stood and hissed, walking to the bathroom, he splashed water on his face to clear his mind and returned to his silken bed. He hissed and closed his eyes again.

Sometime later, he felt a slight pressure on his sheets. He turned and opened his eyes. He was not sure he was awake. Before him, on all fours, was his little "flower heart". She had next to nothing on and her body pleased his eyes. He felt himself begin to yearn for her, to feel her silken skin underneath him as he sated his hunger. He hissed and sat up. In the back of his mind, he could hear a million warnings of tricks, deceit, and dreams but he quickly silenced them. All he cared about was her, here and now. The voluptuous lumps of Mayahuel's silken flesh incited him as she neared him.

The fake Mayahuel smiled and bit her lip in a lustful way. He would lust for both the real and the fake before the night was done. She would not allow him to wake until then.

With shaking hands, he went to meet her on the bed.

"This is only a dream, Amini. The real me…is just a slave." And the star Nelli allowed him to wake to the day.

Cit'lal-i heard the girl's words in his ear. She was not a slave, she was a…runaway! She was a life and she had stolen his… had she? When he opened his eyes to confront her, Cit'lal-i was met with the ceiling of his room. The sheets were ruffled around his legs, pinning him while the light winds from his open window danced with his overhang. He hissed in annoyance and sat upright. Nothing was different; he couldn't even smell her on his skin. For moments, he felt the remnants of the dream fade from his memory. He hated it when he couldn't remember a dream. The Amini stood and stepped down the three steps that led to his bed and stumbled to the far door. His bathtub and large waterfall-like showers soothed him even before he stepped into the hot mineral waters. As the water soothed his tense muscles, Cit'lal-i let his mind wander back to the small girl. The forest around her had made the vision serene and horrifying at the same time. She had been…interesting for a human. Then again, he had never really been close to humans, other than the ones that served him. Despite all of this, he could not, for the life of him, remember what she had looked like in his dream. He couldn't remember anything of the night, only that it was the most wonderful thing her had ever experienced and that he would give up all hunts if only to relive it with her for real. He paused at that last thought. No female was worth the Hunt. Cit'lal-i hissed and cleared his thoughts from his head by dunking in the large bathwaters. He watched the murky green mineral-heavy waters flow around him until his lunges burned for air. When his head again peeked up, he clicked his mandibles in a final note and forgot all about the Aztec teen.

On guard duty…

The air was moist and searing, even more so in the Awa'usa. The stifling armor cupped Cit'lal-I's sweat and kept it against him. The humans were moaning and chanting again, something about Gods and their Guardians. Cit'lal-I ignored it, as he usually did. It made no difference to him what happened to the humans. The trees rustled as a calming wind blew around the temple of Hunters. It gave Cit'lal-I a break from the horrid heat and humidity before it retreated again. He returned to his watch of the Temple. Always watching, always waiting. Till the Gods come home.