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His name means ”death bat”. Deity of night who is worshipped as the progenitor of vampire bats. He lives in Xibalba, the Mayan Underwolrd.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Exotic (Other)
Size 800 x 805px
File Size 262.2 kB
*snort*
All of these...children, shivering in their blankets at night, living in fear of You. Honestly, why? Why are they so afraid? They're so young and fresh, Death is far, far away from them. Bad parenting, is what it is? And rumor-mongering! They can't find any honest way to control their offspring, so they weave horrible stories about how You thirst for blood and flap through the darkness, seeing Your fill of the blood of naughty children. And once they become adults, those horrible, slanderous fictions follow them for the rest of their days. Don't they understand the importance of Your Children?
Alright, fine, Your Children do feed off blood, but look at what they all get in return?
Your Children leave behind such excellent fertilizer! And the trees where they roost give off a staggering abundance of the sweetest, most delicious fruit anyone could ever ask for! The urine of your offspring is food for the trees, who then take it to produce food for the people.
Bah!
And what happens, twenty, fourty, dare I even say, sixty hard summers of toil, work and combat have passed, and those children are now old, shaking and barely able to chew their gruel? What sort of life is that?! No...no, a life that has been spent well should be rewarded with a quiet, peaceful rest.
Some are wise enough to know Your Blessing, Lord. They whisper to Your Children and call Them to their bedside, even though they have precious little food to offer. They tell of their desire to rest.
Your Children carry their request to You, My Lord. And You come at their call, and carry them in Your blessed claws, to the final rest that awaits them. Never has a mother carried their newborn babe so securely, yet so tenderly as You, My Lord.
*huff*
When my time comes, oh Lord, I pray that You won't find me begging for one more day of breath. If I am done, then I am done, and wish to go Home.
All of these...children, shivering in their blankets at night, living in fear of You. Honestly, why? Why are they so afraid? They're so young and fresh, Death is far, far away from them. Bad parenting, is what it is? And rumor-mongering! They can't find any honest way to control their offspring, so they weave horrible stories about how You thirst for blood and flap through the darkness, seeing Your fill of the blood of naughty children. And once they become adults, those horrible, slanderous fictions follow them for the rest of their days. Don't they understand the importance of Your Children?
Alright, fine, Your Children do feed off blood, but look at what they all get in return?
Your Children leave behind such excellent fertilizer! And the trees where they roost give off a staggering abundance of the sweetest, most delicious fruit anyone could ever ask for! The urine of your offspring is food for the trees, who then take it to produce food for the people.
Bah!
And what happens, twenty, fourty, dare I even say, sixty hard summers of toil, work and combat have passed, and those children are now old, shaking and barely able to chew their gruel? What sort of life is that?! No...no, a life that has been spent well should be rewarded with a quiet, peaceful rest.
Some are wise enough to know Your Blessing, Lord. They whisper to Your Children and call Them to their bedside, even though they have precious little food to offer. They tell of their desire to rest.
Your Children carry their request to You, My Lord. And You come at their call, and carry them in Your blessed claws, to the final rest that awaits them. Never has a mother carried their newborn babe so securely, yet so tenderly as You, My Lord.
*huff*
When my time comes, oh Lord, I pray that You won't find me begging for one more day of breath. If I am done, then I am done, and wish to go Home.
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