"And so our tale begins, on the day the people of Mexico called, The Day of the Dead."
The mischievous children eagerly surrounded the giant Book of Life, gazing at you, Maria, Manolo, and Joaquin's name etched into the ancient paper. They watch as the photo of the four of you together blooms to life as Mary Beth begins to tell the story.
Manolo gallantly holds up a guitar into the night sky, Maria and Joaquin hold up a sword, while you hold up a (Flower Type) flower into the air. The moon shines brightly over San Angel, mirroring off of the watery moat that surrounds the entire town.
"No retreat?"
"No surrender!"
Turning around, the four of you scream and shout in excitement, running off the boardwalk and into the streets of San Angel to celebrate Dia de Muertos. Moonlight pours across the streets in decadent ribbons, as if the moon itself is aware of today's important holiday.
"On this festive, enchanted day, families bring food and offerings to the altars of their beloved."
"It's like 100 birthday parties!"
"Si...yes it is! And on this particular Day of the Dead, after centuries of being banished... Xibalba had enough."
. . .
The two deities emerge from the altars of the dead. One, extravagantly decorated with gifts, food, wine, and candles. Marigold petals are ever prescent on top, sprinkled on top of the altar in a beautiful display. The other altar, barren, dry, and dripping with ugly tar.
"Really my dear, you have no idea how cold and vile the Land of the Forgotten has become." Xibalba mutters with a shiver to his words.
La Muerte giggles to herself, fixing her long hair. "Just like your heart Xibalba, just like your heart."
As Xibalba walks off, he approaches a random prayer at an altar, blowing out the candles as he passes by for fun. La Muerte soon follows after, using her hand to flourish the candles back to life.
The god pouts. "Why must I rule a bleak wasteland, while you get to enjoy the endless fiesta in the Land of the Remembered? It's simply unfair."
Amidst his whining, Xibalba spots anextremely elderly man praying to a family member below, a mischievous smirk blooming on his face. He sneakily reaches out to set his hand onto the man, before La Muerte slaps it away.
"Xibalba!" She swears, her hands on her hips.
"What? It's his time... more or less."
"Nuh-uh, not today, my love." La Muerte says as she floats away.
"C'mon my dear, trade lands with me. I beg you!" Xibalba whines, swerving around to cut off La Muerte from leavig.
"Oh, you're so cute when you beg." La Muerte sarcastically states, an obvious look on her face.
"I'm serious, I hate it down there-"
La Muerte's eyes burst into flames, pointing at her beloved. "Hey- you're there 'cause you cheated! You made your bed with that wager."
Xibalba looks to the side in guilt, while his love floats further through the crowded graveyard.
"You're not the man I fell in love with all these centuries ago." The goddess mutters bitterly with her arms crossed. Xibalba frowns.
"Let's... not dwell on the past, Mi Amor." Xibalba tries, only earning another groan from La Muerte.
"Anyway, I was thinking... How about another little wager?" Xibalba asks, with a low smirk on his face.
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matador (manolo sanchez x reader) ₊˚
FanfictionAfter you get sent to Europe to study abroad with Maria, you return to San Angel a grown, intelligent woman. With newfound feelings for your childhood friend, Manolo, you've found your return to your hometown to be both exciting and dangerous. How...
