These were the times of darkness, before the coming of the sun.
These were the times when the old witch, Shadow of Bats, emerged from the City of Xibalbá. She emerged to see the coming of the dawn.
Shadow of Bats saw the human sacrifices and the slavery of the tribes of men.
She spoke to the tribe of the free humans, the ones who had refused to be enslaved.
“Don’t open your bodies,” she told them. “Do not enslave yourselves, and do not give your hearts to the gods,” she said. “I will give you fire and teach you to use it.”
From the heart of chaos she brought fire, keeping it alive in the abomination of her sensual dance.
Against the slave gods, she danced, and in her act of rebellion old Shadow of Bats imprinted in the free humans the knowledge of fire in their hearts, and the source of fire in their solar plexus.
The human beings awaited, now, the coming of the sun. Some enslaved and afraid of the dark, and a few free in the reveling of the dance of the eternal flame.
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