Days And Nights (Book of Life and Maya and the Three One Shots)

Second Guessing

Right before Micte marries Mictlan, La Muerte asks her about her true feelings.

Micte and Mictlan were to be married in a matter of hours now. They were an odd pairing, that much was true. The two complimented each other, but at the same time, they didn't. 

Some gods didn't think much of the peculiar couple while others questioned the match. 

La Muerte was no exception. 

She had tried to show support for her older sister's relationship, but there was a lingering feeling there was something else going on behind their love, something sinister. 

And now that her sister and the god of war were to be married, La Muerte couldn't hold back her concerns anymore. 

She found Micte in her room a few hours before the wedding and took the opportunity to talk to her. 

"Micte." La Muerte said as she entered, "You nervous?"

Micte looked at her sister with a small grin, "A little, but what bride wouldn't be on her wedding day?"

La Muerte's smile fell, "Hermana, you know I love you and I care about your well-being. But I just can't stand by and let you go through with this without saying how I feel."

Micte stayed silent, motioning for La Muerte to continue. 

"I... don't think he's good for you. Mictlan is the god of war, you know how ruthless he can be. And I can't help but feel as though something is going on. If you want to marry him, I won't stop you. But I need to know; do you really love him?"

Micte was silent for a while, not breaking eye contact with her sister, as though she was thinking of an answer. 

She took a deep breath and said, "Yes. I love him, La Muerte. Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise, I'll be alright. I know how Mictlan can be, but I'm going to love him despite it."

While La Muerte wanted to argue with her sister, she could tell Micte wasn't going to change her mind about this. She was determined to marry him. There was nothing she could do to make her think otherwise. 

La Muerte took a deep breath and smiled, "Alright. I trust you, hermana. If you ever need anything, I'll always be there for you."

Micte smiled back at her sister, "Thank you. I'm glad you told me this."

"Just be sure you know what you're doing."

"Always."

The two sisters embraced each other warmly, La Muerte frowning when her face wasn't in her sister's view.

Despite the reassurance, the sinister feeling behind the marriage didn't shake away.

It merely lingered and grew.