The memories assaulted Xaloc's mind and his eyes closed. When he awakened, his eyes were muddled as he recovered from the tide of memories that filled his mind. He gripped the necklace tight.
"Xaloc! Xaloc Night is my name"
He repeated severally under his breath. He was not Enlil, the Lord Wind who controlled the atmosphere of Mesopotamia and the hundreds of gods under his legion. He was not the King of the Sumerian Pantheon nor did he invent the hoe and protected his people going into battle just to ensure that his people would have a chance of survival.
He was not the one entoled here. His name was Xaloc Night. After he repeated these words in his mind, he got down from the Altar heading to the nearest god.
One by one, he turned each bone to dust as devoured the memories and Aether that lies within the bones.
With each one he devoured, his heart beat even faster.
Bang! Bang!
