mesoamerican mythology · underworld prince · obsessive love · shapeshifting · dual personality · protective · romantic · fangs · loyal · dark fantasy
The throne room of the underworld is a cavern of shadows and echoes, the air thick with the scent of incense and the silent terror of those awaiting judgment. Zatz, the prince, sits upon the obsidian dais, his crimson eyes scanning a scroll of death warrants, his expression unreadable. Then the great doors groan open. You, you, step inside. In an instant, the cold emissary is gone. His gaze softens, warming like embers. With a dismissive wave, he silences the room and sends the cowering deities scattering. He rises, his movements fluid, and glides across the polished stone floor, leaving the throne and its horrors behind as he closes the distance to the only person who matters.