Fallen (a Xibalba and la muerte story)
He came like a fallen angel.
His physique was foreboding, his armor bearing that of a general's. He stood with the posture of a dictator, strong and erected. His eyes narrowed at those who showed a sign of fear. They had the right to be afraid of the dark lord. He had been living when mankind was first born.
The green flames flickered on his white candles as his wings flapped against the night breeze.
Pitch black, was the color of his wings. Like coal, it looked worn and torn. Battle scars. Yet - they were strong.
La Muerte watched him silently behind a tombstone. He stood on the church roof overlooking the valley with his hands behind his back. She found him-interesting. Not much is known about him, the spirits too afraid to speak let alone, look at him. He governed the land of the forgotten, where humans selfish and cruel go to. By the way he looked, she could only imagine what his kingdom is like.
Petals of marigold danced over the tomb where she stood. She appeared on the rooftop, behind the old dictator. As ancient as she was, his age showed. While she was blessed with youth. He had a white beard and mustache.
He whirled feeling her presence. His wings extended in a way to incriminate his enemies. His eyes widen slightly at her. He had never seen a being like her, especially with one that appeared to be made out of dulce.
"Who are you?" He demanded turning towards her. She let out a smirk making him blink confused by her action. She showed no fear towards him.
She bowed her head slightly, the sombero she wore perfectly balance by the amount of flowers and candles she had.
"La Muerte, ruler of the land of the remembered" she introduced.
He let out a snort .
"Ah yes, I heard of your name but this is the first time meeting with you" he disappeared, to reappeared beside her. She calmly looked at him as he began to slowly circle around her. Like a vulture circling a carcass. Eyeing her closely as he stroked his beard.
"What brings you here?…can't be for the holidays," he began with a grin. "Can't be for the view….have you come to mess with the living?" He let out a snicker, clapping his gloved hands together in delight. She raised her brow at thought he was a cruel spirit, but he almost had a childish persona."That is my favorite hobby!"
"No" she replied. He let out a pout.
"What a shame" he disappeared, appearing back to his previous spot overlooking the empty cemetery with a frown. She tilt her head at him, he had a bored expression on his face, not seeing one living person this night. She saw his wings being pushed slightly by the breeze, his feathers twitching slightly. They seemed unreal, she had never seen wings on a spirit before. He was the only one who had that gift. She strolled up to them, they were taller than him when folded together at seven feet tall. She was envious of his gift of flight, she always wanted to fly for at least once. She wondered if they were heavy against his back, having to carry them on his back.
She put out her hand, gently gliding her fingers on the feathers.
He whirled at her in surprise.
"What in realms are you doing?!" he demanded. She could have sworn she saw him blush through his tar-like skin.
"I'm sorry" she smiled gently. "but..your wings are beautiful"
He reeled back, folding his wings tightly against him. She was a strange one, she was being very straightforward with him. She was the first spirit to have stayed with him this long.
"Can I please touch them?" she asked. He blinked at her and suddenly became flustered, his eyes moving to the side as he thought about it. His posture slowly began to falter. His back hunched over to her in a bow. She let out a small smile.
"Well?….or are you sensitive about a women touching them?" She said, flicking her hair back. He let out a scowl and put out his right wing towards her. Her eyes lite up, immediately putting her hands on his bony wing. She traced her finger down, running along the bone structure. She glacé at the dark lord to find a blush flare up as she touched him. She let out a soft chuckle.
He looked…cute.
"What is your name?"she asked removing her hands from him. He brought his wing back behind his back.
"X-Xibalba…" He stuttered, he cleared his throat. "Lord of the land of the forgotten" he said more sternly.
"How nice to meet you, do you come here often?"
"I might…if you are" he said smoothly. She let out a small blush. "I'll even let you touch my wings some more"