The Priests of Huitzilopochtli

As you walk through the dense, hot jungle here on Yucatan, surrounded by the sounds of jungle life, you suddenly stop in your tracks. In front of you rises a huge Steppyramid, old and withered, overgrown by plants. You look at it closely, and after a few moments you feel chill and fear creeping through your bones. Something evil, unbelievably evil resides here. But, somehow, you feel thrilled by it. Might the evil side be the one for you?

You approach the Pyramid. Suddenly four robed humans step from the jungle. You look at them, feel their power, and run for your life. They always seem to be faster than you, stepping out of the dense foilage right in front of you. Finally they grab and bind you.

Never in your life have you felt such fear. One of them chants, and you are surrounded by flickering bolts of lightning. With all your mental power you try to resist, but somehow are compelled to follow them, closer, too close to the looming dark shape of the pyramid. A black stone stands before it, whichseems to be their goal. They grab you and put you onto it, you see dark dried blood on the stone and know that your life is forfeit. Chanting erupts around you, and more dark clad figures appear. One of them steps beside you, a wicked dagger in his hand. Powerful prayers are chanted. You feel the presence of a god lurking nearby. You cannot resist it any longer, you drop your mental defenses and submit to the power and glory of this god. A sharp pain grips your attention, with an incredulous stare you see the obsidian blade enter your chest. A hand reaches in and rips out your beating heart. Your senses fade.
Blackness. Void.

But somewhere you hear a compelling voice calling you, like a beacon in the night, and you follow it. Follow it, to find power and glory in the worship of the only true god.

Proctor Quezcal and Emperor Elrik