[ Tezcatlipoca nods, and he looks back to the sacrifice with his piercing expression. His voice is reverent and gentle. ]
Then, give all to I, Ilhuicahua, Tlalticpaque, for your life is a gift that is my sovereign right.
[ Those words are clearer to the threat that Tezcatlipoca possesses, but there’s no time to react. It’s nearly impossible to see how Tezcatlipoca’s hand suddenly pushes forward and cuts through flesh. There are no claws or anything of the sort like Silco had seen on a certain demon, but he’s still able to break through bone and muscle like it poses no obstacle. There’s a crack, a crunch, a wet, wheezed gasp, but it’s still incredibly fast. It’s brutal, but this is mercy.
Because in the moment it takes Tezcatlipoca to push his hand in, he withdraws just as swiftly. Yet, he brings something with him. He leans forward to cradle it in both hands like it’s something precious (for it absolutely is), and he holds it up over the rapidly dying victim.
The heart still beats strongly in his hands, if only for a few moments. ]
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Then, give all to I, Ilhuicahua, Tlalticpaque, for your life is a gift that is my sovereign right.
[ Those words are clearer to the threat that Tezcatlipoca possesses, but there’s no time to react. It’s nearly impossible to see how Tezcatlipoca’s hand suddenly pushes forward and cuts through flesh. There are no claws or anything of the sort like Silco had seen on a certain demon, but he’s still able to break through bone and muscle like it poses no obstacle. There’s a crack, a crunch, a wet, wheezed gasp, but it’s still incredibly fast. It’s brutal, but this is mercy.
Because in the moment it takes Tezcatlipoca to push his hand in, he withdraws just as swiftly. Yet, he brings something with him. He leans forward to cradle it in both hands like it’s something precious (for it absolutely is), and he holds it up over the rapidly dying victim.
The heart still beats strongly in his hands, if only for a few moments. ]