The Wager
He will not lose.
He will not lose the wager. It will be the end of him. He saw how Manolo and his idiotic guitar was actually wooing the women, Maria. He and La Muerte watched them from afar, the trio of friends. Manolo, Maria, and Joaquin, He was so sure that Joaquin would get the girl. He had failed and it's up to Xibalba to make sure they marry.
In the shadows of the alleyway, he watched intently at Manolo he made his way towards a large yule tree, just outside the town. Xibalba held the staff of the double headed serpent. The symbol of death and rebirth, he would not kill him. No matter how much he wanted to. Even the ancient ruler of the Land of the Forgotten cannot control death. At least, not permanently. He just needs to keep the human preoccupied in the other world until Joaquin could bring Maria to his side.
Xibalba stared at the stone staff. The eyes of the snakes staring back at him with no life. He would change that. The thought came to him that perhaps what he was doing was morally wrong. He shrugged. What's one more? He has something far more important in mind, the wager. The wager is the only things he cares about, not because that he will lose the battle, but what he will lose in the war.
La Muerte-his ex-wife.
"I bet that Maria will marry Joaquin" he said sliding across the roof appearing under her sombero. La Muerte let out a smirk. She was always so sure that she was right.
"Very well…I bet that Manolo will marry Maria" she replied. He let out a dark chuckle.
"And…if I do win in our wager, you'll agree to be my wife, once again" he said running his hand across her shoulder. Before she would giggle from his tickilish touch when they were together but she slapped his hand away in spite. She gave him a scowl full of anger and he felt himself shrunk at her gaze.
"And if I win-you shall forget about me" she said gravely. His eyes widen slightly from the seriousness of her voice. "You will get on with your life, you will leave me be, you will never see me again…."
How dare she-! His eyes narrow feelings a flash of anger overwhelm him. He closed his eyes calming himself. No, he was confident with his choice. Joaquin is everything a woman would dream of, handsome, born to a family of matidors, rich, strong…and Manolo? A hippie playing guitarist, he would never support Maria.
"By the ancient rules" he bowed a smirk of confidence on his face as he held his gloved hand to his ex-lover. There was a look of hesitance in her eyes. He thought that she would not agree, he felt a pit grow in his stomach from the long wait. She let out a soft sigh and grasp his hand. He let out a grin and shook her hand gently. "The wager is set"
He tapped the staff twice on the earth, making it come to life in vibrant green and purple colors.
"Fix this for me, old friend" he drops the writhing snake watching it go after Manolo as Xibalba sinks back into the shadows. "….and I shall meet you there"
He will not lose the wager. He will not lose her twice.
This one I wrote months before the movie came out, as of a few of my stories in here ^_^
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