"Still on guard I see." "How can you see? You've got your eyes closed." "If I open my eyes it'll mean certain doom for you and I don't wish to do that to a potential partner. So how about a show of good faith?" High Emperor Cītlalli jumped in the air and landed on nothing as he kept his hands behind his back. "You, can go to him if you wish I'm not going to stop you." "Vinnichi, Vinnichi! Can you hear me!?" Vinnichi dropped the bowl of gumbo as he ran over to Iyini and into her arms. "Oh thank the spirits you're safe and not injured." "I'm glad you're safe and sound too Iyini." "As you see he's as real as you left him and not an illusion. So how about we talk about our potinetal partnership?" "Fine." "Let's head back to the cabin, we don't want him to get sick from being in this cold." High Emperor Cītlalli waved his hand and they were back in the cabin as the fire place crackled over yonder Vinnichi ran over to warm himself and his hands by the fire. "So what exactly is the Second Reich and a Star-Speaker?" "Perhaps I should start with my own origin..."
503 years ago... As the night sky was filled with falling stars and the ouroboroalis danced in the night sky. The festival of the gods, titans, and spirits was so alluring I looked around as kids laughed and ran around the performers telling the story of the ancient gods. I was with my lover at the time her name was Atzi we had planned to go to the mountain peak as the embers of the god fire began to dance in the crisp night air to make our love official between us, the gods, the spirits and titans alike.
At least that was the plan until we were attacked by the foreigners during a sacred week we hold so dear. We traded with them we helped them prosper and the one week we ask they let us have to ourselves they betrayed us. Atzi and I ran into the woods and we were supposed to meet in the ancient clearing the meeting place of the highest authorities of the gods, titans, and spirits but little did we know that was their rally point.The shaking of the very earth beneath us as their cannons devastated our very home the air heavily filled with smoke and iron from the blood. The screams of our own kin I still hear them in my dreams and every time I'm awake. As the invaders surrounded us I quickly looked for a way out I grabbed Atzi's hand and lead her to the ancient gods mural little did I know they knew of the secret passage leading in and out of our city. We were betrayed as the invaders...
The conquistadors they called themselves surrounded us I had Atzi stay behind me as their guns, spears and swords were trained us. I looked up to our temple as the leader of the attack Hernán Cortés appeared from the sea of enemies surrounding us. "Why are you doing this? We did nothing to you why betray our alliance together?"I asked him. He looked at me with those cold soulless brown eyes and replied: "Your people are a blight, nothing but savages and rapid dogs meant to be enslaved, put down, and your women? Well they have those beautiful child bearing hips."
He said that as he cupped my Atzi's face she spit in his face and tried to bite him. He was shocked and taken back by her veracity but that only served to fuel his urges he had his men hold her down she tried to fight back I killed seventeen of his soldiers before they managed to tie me down with their ropes I struggled to free myself but the more I struggled the more came to hold me down and finally they caught my beautiful Atzi and brought her before Hernán Cortés and they made me watch as she was clawing at him, kicking, and screaming calling out my name he raped her over 10 times that night eventually her body gave out from the shock and trauma and she died in my arms I cried out and cursed the gods.
That is when I looked up at the sky ready to accept my death they surrounded me ready to brutally execute me but as a last gift from the gods, titans, and spirits a strange being crashed down in front of me this strange glowing energy protected me and enveloped me. I heard them all of the gods, the titans, and our ancestors spirits they begged me to avenge them and I was once shackled and bound but their cries and efforts gave me a new found purpose.A purpose to live a purpose to make this world better they gave me vision of what was to come in the future and gave me the moniker Star-Speaker:The Last Living Star of the Aztecs.
As I traveled the world I found like minded individuals those you call Homo-elites with powers all different and unique than my own and all they asked was for a place to be themselves to no longer be shackled to be free. So I created the Second Reich I changed my name from Star-Speaker The Last Living Star of the Aztecs' and dawned a new title High Emperor Cītlalli. Now we want to offer you two to be apart of our shared wish. Will you take my hand? High Emperor Cītlalli held out his hand as he smiled.