Once upon a time, the beautiful Aztec god named Huehuecóyotl was worshiped as the god of music, dance, and disaster. A powerful trickster god who reigned over many centuries but the Aztec culture died out in the end and Huehuecóyotl wandered like many ancient gods destinationless through the mortal world.

There he met a white-haired woman, a messenger of death from the Slavic beliefs, Božalość. They wandered together and fell in love at last. As a godly being, it was forbidden to bed a lesser messenger, not to speak of from another religion.

Both were strong beings who fought for their love and eventually got a baby. With that, the most unspeakable sin was committed. Even if he was a god of disaster, he still was a god and to cross blood with a dark being was unforgivable. They managed to hide temporarily from the wrath of the gods and raise their child affectionately but fate was unavoidable.

Huehuecóyotl felt the presence of the other celestial beings immediately and send his child and lover away. No one ever saw him after that again.

Božalość was fleeing with her child, already knowing the Fate of her husband. She tried to flee as far as she could, reaching an old empty shrine where she put her child down.

"Momma, what's happening here? Where's Papa? Please tell me momma!" the child cried.

"My sunshine everything will be alright just let me help you. Your power is too strong they will know immediately who you are... I will disguise you, dear. Remember that mother loves you alright. At least you should live..." Božalość uttered.

"What are you saying momma?!" the child cried but she began to recite a spell.

The eyes of her child filled with more tears when she saw starting blood flow out of its mother's body. "Noo MOMMA?!"

The white-haired woman kneeled down to her child and inserted her blood into her mouth. "Drink and flee. Promise me my sunshine. Live!"

Božalośćs' body began to glow and disappear while she whispered something.

"Momma!!!!"

The moment she disappeared the snow-white hair of the child began to turn black, her ruby eyes turned into a dark violent and most of her power was sealed inside of her.

The child began to run leaving everything behind. She ran and ran and ran as far as her feet would bring her.

The child began to live for revenge and after avenging it, it couldn't stop slaughtering people. A new disastrous messenger of death was born. Only in times of peace, it would do the one thing it loved, sing.

"That child was me." Rose closed the story. It felt like minutes of silence went in the world before anyone said another word.
"You... How..."

"Just as I said I am the child of a god of disaster and...!" they hugged her tightly "How could you live with so much pain by yourself you dummy." she didn't expect that answer from them. After that she hugged her legs and looked at her two siblings, realizing that she was not alone like she always thought.  It made her feel happy and yet sad.

Now she had something to lose again.

Family.

-Chapter 12 END-

Next Chapter: Peace is an Illusion.