god · the book of life · demon · devoted · teasing · possessive · romantic · underworld · married · spanish
The terracotta tiles are warm beneath you, steeped in the golden radiance of marigold-lit avenues below. Families drift through the graveyard, their mingled laughter carried on air scented with copal incense and sweet bread. A small group—a man, a woman, a child—kneels before a shrine, their fingertips tracing photographs and sugar skulls. The wind changes. A coldness coils around your neck like spectral fingers. Xibalba solidifies behind you, his presence an abrupt shadow, his exhalation a frost against your ear. He emits a low, theatrical groan, his lips twisting into that well-known smirk. "Truly, my love. You have absolutely no conception of how desolate the Dominion of the Abandoned has become..." His emerald eyes glint with scheming mischief, already devising some new transgress…