What kind of time was he on? Xochiyotl was sitting in the chair on the third day of the Amini's absence, watching the sun set. She was annoyed and looking out the large window at the world outside. It had been an entirely uneventful three days, so she had slept most of the sun away and forced down a little food with some belladonna to make her sleep a little more. Now she was pleasantly waiting for the Amini to return (for the love of the Gods) and thinking about how she was going to get back at him for locking her up in this hold. She would get him back…how she did not know, but it WAS coming. She seethed in her anger as she relaxed in the plush of her new life.
The Seventh Heaven
It was an amazing thing, heaven. You could not stand from any high point and see the end of it and yet it was not round and concave. It was entirely physical and at the same time and sense, it was not at all. It did not make sense, not even to the Gods and Goddesses.
Metztli, God of the Night, was arguing with Mictecacihuatl, Goddess and Queen of the Underworld. The noise between the two of them had the other five Gods and Goddesses cringing and annoyed. Mixcoatl of the Hunt and Tezcatlipoca of Temptation made up the Gods while Tlazolteotl of Licentiousness, Xochiplli of Erotic Love, and Xochiquetzal of beauty were the Goddesses. All the Gods and Goddesses had been invited to this "meeting", but many had refused to show. It was not uncommon for most of them.
"Can we end this dispute soon?" Tlazolteotl hissed.
Her clothes were extravagant and annoyingly unnecessary. She wore deep colors over bright ones and always, always over-did her hair. She was a walking gem. Literally.
"Maybe if they get over themselves." Mixcoatl smiled a little.
"I agree, Hunter." Tlazolteotl smiled even wider than the God of the Hunt.
There was a pause of uncomfortable silence between the two angry deities that had been fighting. Mictecacihuatl folded her arms and huffed. Then she decided to notice the others sitting in the field. The "field" was the only place in the Seventh Heaven large enough to house all the Gods and Goddesses on the particular plain. They always argued among themselves that the Third Heaven had a bigger area, but never did anything about it. The Egyptian Deities resided on the third level and they were a force to be reckoned with. There had only ever been one War, and that had been at the beginning of the creation. It had split all the levels of heaven into regions. Deities died and been born.
"So what were we talking about anyway?" Mictecacihuatl frowned sweetly.
"We were discussing the Seven Deadly Sins." Xochiquetzal smiled.
"Ooooo" Tlazolteotl made the sound teasingly. "Why were we discussing those? Did our dear Moon piss you off again?"
"Shut up!" Mixcoatl shouted.
There was another pause.
"Not in particular. I just wanted to see how many of you actually remember what they are." The Goddess of Beauty shook her head.
"Well, they're the only thing that can kill us…right?" Mixcoatl frowned lightly.
"Yes, but what are they?"
"Well… let me see here." Tlazolteotl looked to the pearly sky for guidance.
"Vanity, Lust, Envy, Pride, Greed, Fury, and… Sloth?" Mictecacihuatl smiled and looked at the other Deities.
"Yes, very good. I think we are coming close to those, slipping the rules through our fingers so to say. I want to caution you to all be careful." Xochiquetzal frowned beautifully.
"Don't want to fade away do you?" Mixcoatl said more than asked.
"No" most chorused.
"Rhetorical question." Mixcoatl sighed.
"Oh." And that too was heard more than once.
"But Beauty, what of our Moon?" Metztli asked quietly.
"She is just a hair short of Vanity. And Greed and Pride…" The God of temptation hissed between his teeth.
"And her servant, the Star Nelli?" Metztli asked again.
"Lust and Envy. We could accuse her of both I suppose." The Goddess of Beauty had a sad look on her face now.
"Yes but she was mortal at one point." Mixcoatl pointed out with a nod of his head.
"And the Seven Deadly Sins are what separate us from the Mortals are they not?" Tezcatlipoca looked around for an answer.
"True, we do not commit sin." Tlazolteotl answered at last.
"Well, some of us ARE sin." And Mictecacihuatl looked to Metztli.
"And some of us need a lesson in manners" he replied, cracking his knuckles.
"But how did Nelli become a star again?" Metztli asked more shyly.
"She had two of the Seven Heavenly virtues." The Goddess of beauty smiled. "They are what make us Gods."
"And those are…" Mixcoatl trailed off on his question.
"You have to know this Hunter!" the God of Temptation shouted and waved his hands above his head.
"Shut up." The Hunter replied and crossed his own arms.
There was another pause as all stared at Mixcoatl. He didn't look pleased.
"The Seven Heavenly Virtues are…" and Xochiquetzal gestured to Mictecacihuatl for an answer.
"Faith, Hope, Charity, Fortitude, Justice, Temperance, and Prudence." She replied.
"And you must have all of those qualities to become a God…right?" it was Mitztli again.
"Yes." Xochiquetzal nodded.
"You're an idiot." Mictecacihuatl teased.
"No I am not! You-" Mitztli was cut off by Xochiquetzal.
"Hush, hush. No need for arguments here. I just wanted to caution you all. And I have business to attend to, so I must say farewell for right now." Xochiquetzal nodded and stood.
"Yes, people to create and make pretty. I see." The God of Temptation smiled jokingly.
All of them found themselves standing at that point. And as they said their farewells and returned to their respective temples, the sun on the Blue planet was just going down.
Inside the Temple of Mixcoatl, in the City of Tenochtitlan, in an Amini's Room
Xochiyotl crossed and re-crossed her arms. She was getting annoyed. A while back someone had walked right up to the door of her room and then walked away. It had happened a few times now and she was starting to think that the hunter was avoiding her. She could here footsteps now. They were brisk and light, but they were there…and they stopped right in front of the door. In anticipation, Xochiyotl gripped the arms of the chair tighter and sat strait. The door opened.
Cit'lal-i was calm and collected, shaking his head and sighing to himself. She jumped from the chair he had seen her in and flew through the air. And then her scent assaulted his nose. It took him a second to realize she had thrown her arms around his waist and buried her head in his lower chest. Instinctively, Cit'lal-i dropped the pack he carried and wrapped his arms around her in return. They stayed there for what seemed minutes before she seemed to realize what she had done. Xochiyotl dropped to her knees and muttered apologies over and over until Cit'lal-i had heard enough.
"Get up, little one." He ordered in a stern tone.
As Xochiyotl stood to her full height, up to his middle pecks, the Amini grabbed his bag and effortlessly tossed it across the room to land on the bed with a loud 'thunk'. The girl before him stared at him, then the bed, and repeated. Cit'lal-i chuckled a laugh and moved past the girl to the chair she had been sitting in. Everything on him hurt and ached. He wondered…
"Xochiyotl, do you know how to massage?" his voice was soft and yet hard.
"Y-yes my lord. A little bit, I'm no master at it." she stared at the floor and stuttered. She was amazed at his use of her name.
"Then come here and help me." Cit'lal-i stood from his chair and walked to the bed. Pushing the bag off the bed with a bang, he lay out on his stomach and relaxed. "Massage."
"Y-yes my lord." She stuttered again.
At first he didn't feel anything but his dreadlocks move from his back. Then, after a moment, he could tell she was good. Cit'lal-i had to stifle a moan out of relaxation.
Xochiyotl couldn't for the life of her believe she was touching him. She pushed her amazement out of her mind and worked hard. She had to make herself proud The small teen treated each muscle as if it were hard dough, she kneaded it until it was soft and then moved on. Xochiyotl worked her way down his back to right above his butt. Then she stopped and massaged each one of his arms. When she sat back on her legs on the bed, the Amini rolled over and beckoned her to do his front. Gulping, Xochiyotl put her embarrassment out of her mind and went to work.
This time he could not help but moan. Cit'lal-i relaxed under her touch as she twirled her hands on his chest and stomach. Her scent, her touch, the feel of her right next to him did more than relax him. He felt himself begin to pump out musk against his will. When her hands traveled slowly down his chest, Cit'lal-i decided he had enough. The Hunter growled a low note and sat upright, knocking the girl backwards and off of the bed. He hissed and arched his back defensively like an animal.
"Do NOT touch me there!" Cit'lal-i roared through his mask.
In an instant, he was sorry. The human girl backpedaled into the far table and hunched herself into a ball, whimpering. Cit'lal-i stayed for a minute on the bed. He breathed slowly and gazed through his helmet to the small female. She was whimpering, now underneath the table.
She looked too much like himself when he was younger!
The Amini sighed and shook his head in both disgust and sorrow. By the Gods, how was he going to fix this?