The candlelight shone brightly, the King's Great Hall adorned with gold and silver decorations; the bonfire roared fiercely, the divine mural above aglow with dazzling, flowing colors.
The doors of the Great Hall were tightly shut, only two men and a retainer within. All around them was silence, an air of solemnity. Aweit's gaze lifted slightly, watching the mural at the palace's zenith.
The Sun God, the War God, the Mexica Guardian God Huitzilopochtli was in the center of the sky, his head adorned with sunlight-like spread feathers, his hands holding a javelin that radiated lightning, looking down upon dozens of Subordinate Gods and thousands of citizens. And to His lower left, sporting a black wolf's head, a long red tongue protruding loyally, was the God of Death, Xiulotel, protecting the rise of the sun.
Beyond, there was the Rain Divine Tlaloc, the original Sun, Tezcatlipoca, the gods of day and night, Ometeotl, the God of the Hunt Mixcoatl, the Fire God Huitzilopochtli...
