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She also goes by the name Calamity, as a reference to Calamity Jane. Coatlicue returns as a healing-only multi-element summon in Golden Sun: Dark Dawn. Coatlicue does appear connected to the Virgin of Guadalupe in Chicano and Latin-American art since the s. The idea is that both are powerful female figures, one which was the focus of ancient Mexican devotion, and the other a focus of veneration since the 16th century.
In the horror film Mardi Gras Massacre , the main antagonist claims to be an Aztec priest and sacrifices prostitutes to the goddess Coatlicue here referred to as "Coatla, Goddess of the Four Directions". John Dee calls upon to destroy the Shadowrealms and then feast on Josh. Itzpapalotl[ edit ] In Laurell K. Hamilton's novel, Obsidian Butterfly , of the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series, Itzpapalotl , or Obsidian Butterfly, is a vampire who thinks she is the goddess of that name, and she owns a nightclub named Obsidian Butterfly after herself.
Octavio Paz 's prose poem "The Obsidian Butterfly" from the collection Aguila O Sol literally Eagle or Sun, colloquially "heads or tails" is named after Itzpapalotl, and she is in the poem.
Mictlantecuhtli[ edit ] In Little Big Planet , the second level named "Darkenss", of the Wedding, may be based on Mictlan the underworld of Aztec mythology. One argument is that there are many statues of Mictlantecuhtli was a god of the dead and the king of Mictlan.
Another is that you are guided by a dog, a reference to Itzcuintli the guide of the deads. The pterosaur Quetzalcoatlus is named after Quetzalcoatl. In the DC Comics series Aztek , there is told an ancient legend that the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl fought the shadow god Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca is eventually revealed in an issue of JLA to be Maggedon, a living computer and gokiller weapon of the New Gods.
However, during the War of the Gods , a being that resembles and claims to be the Quetzalcoatl awoke by Ares ' son Phobos.
It is never corroborated if this is the same deity from the legends. The film " Q " revolved around the resurrection of Quetzalcoatl by an Aztec cult. Quetzalcoatl is mentioned in H. According to legends Yig is a snake god and prototype of Quetzacoatl.
It was so warm, so alive. I wrapped the hooded cloak I now wore around us both. My gown was black now, not black with blood, but simply black. The piglet settled into the soft warm cloth. I had boots that were lined with fur, soft and warm. The white knife was still in my hand, but it was clean, as if the blood had burned away. I smelled roses. The thorny vines were covered in green leaves and flowers.
The flowers were white and pink, from palest blush to dark salmon. Some of the roses were so deeply pink, they were almost purple.
The wonderful sweet scent of wild roses filled the air. The dead trees in the circle were dead no more, but began to bud and leaf as I watched. The tiny piglet was heavier. I looked down and found that it had doubled in size. I put it onto the melting snow, and as the boar had gotten bigger, so now this piglet grew. Again, I could not see the change, but like a flower unfurling undetectably, it changed all the same.
I began to walk over the snow, and the rapidly growing pig came at my side like an obedient dog. Where we stepped the snow melted, and life returned to the land. The pig lost its baby stripes, and grew black and as tall at the shoulder as my waist, and still it grew. I touched its back, and the hair was not soft, but coarse. I stroked its side, and it nestled against me.
We walked the land, and where we walked, the world became green once more. We came to the crest of a small hill, where a slab of stonelay grey and cold in the growing light.
Dawn had come, breaking like a crimson wound across the eastern sky. The sun returns in blood, and dies in blood. He made a sound that was pleasant and made me smile. Then he turned and ran down the other side of the hill, with his tail straight out behind him like a flag. Everywhere his hooves touched, the earth sprang green.
A robed figure was beside me on the hill, but it was not the grey-robed figure of the crone Goddess in winter. This was a male figure taller than I, broad of shoulder, and cloaked in a hood as black as the boar that was growing small in the distance.
He held out his hands, and in them was a horn. The curved tusk of a great boar.
It was white and fresh, with blood still on it, as if he had just that moment cut it from the white boar. But as I moved over toward him, the horn became clean and polished, as if with many years of use, as if many hands had touched it. The horn was no longer white, but a rich amber color that spoke of age. Just before I touched his hands, I realized the horn was set in gold, formed into a cup. I laid my hands on either side of his and found that his hands were as dark as his cloak, but I knew this was not my Doyle, my Darkness.
This was the God.
His face, like the face of the Goddess, was covered in shadow—for the face of deity was ever a mystery. He wrapped my hands around the smooth horn of the cup, the carved gold almost soft under my fingers. He pressed my hands to the cup. I wondered, where had the white knife gone?
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He raised the shining cup to my lips and vanished to the warm sound of his own laughter. I drank from the horn and found it full of the sweetest mead I had ever drunk, thick with honey, and warm as if the heat of the summer itself slipped across my tongue, caressed my throat. I swallowed and it was more intoxicating than any mere drink. Power is the most intoxicating drink of all.
Faces the color of darkest night, whitest snow, the pale green of new leaves, the gold of summer sunshine, the brown of leaves trodden underfoot destined to be rich earth. But there was no pale skin that held all the colors of a brilliant crystal, like a diamond carved into flesh. I blinked up at all of them, and wondered—remembering my dream—wherewere the cookies? The queen had loaned us her room for the night. Real fur, soft and nearly alive, pressed against my hip. His huge blue eyes dominated his pale face and held no white in all that color.
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The color was Seelie sidhe, but the eyes themselves were goblin. He had been a child of the last great goblin—sidhe war. His pale perfect body was barely four feet tall, a delicate man, the only one of my men who was shorter than I was.
He had been more than a thousand years old before Christianity was a word. They were my allies because he shared my bed. His hand found my arm and stroked up and down my skin, seeking comfort as we all did when we were nervous.
He had been curled up close to me, and the power of the Goddess and the God in my dream must have slipped across his skin.
The faces of the fifteen men standing in their circle around the bed showed clearly that they had felt something, too. Doyle repeated his question: I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to break free of the last vestiges of vision and dream. Trying to be in the here and now. I raised my hands from the tangle of sheets.
In my right hand was a cup formed of horn, the horn ancient and yellowed, held in gold that bore symbols that few outside faerie could read now.
In my left hand I expected to find the white knife, but it was not there. My left hand was empty. I stared at it for a moment,then raised the cup with both hands.
Abe with his hair striped in shades of pale grey, dark grey, black, and white, perfect strands of color. His eyes were a few shades darker grey than most human eyes, but not otherworldly, not really. None of us were morning people. The tiger eyes were literal; she was part of the golden tiger clan, which was one of the few inherited types of lycanthropy, and one of the ways they proved their pure bloodlines was that they were born with permanent tiger eyes in their hu- man faces.
You could get stuck, and usually the eyes were the first thing to stick.
It was the first time Envy had stayed overnight at the house in Jeffer- son County. We still had sex occasionally, so having his current lover dropped at my house for a sleepover was a little weird. He sort of floated on the edges of my life, and I on his. Was I supposed to wait on her? Fetch her tea? He put his coffee down and went to the cabinets.
She moved her head enough to roll an eye at me through the fall of yellow hair. It re- minded me disturbingly of Dev, her cousin, who was also a weretiger of the gold clan, and one of my lovers. Envy had gotten one of the better family names.
I did mention that we were polyamorous, right? Was I sup- posed to pry information out of her? He had a mug, and a tea bag was trailing out of it, waiting.
Envy turned her head enough to look at him, so that all I could see was the thick hair.Fuck, courage it was. Quetzalcoatl is one of the main characters in the YouTube series No Evil.
Quetzalcoatl is a creature that can be summoned in the Shin Megami Tensei series of games Quetzalcoatl has become a recurring common enemy in the more recent entries of the Castlevania series. Trying to be in the here and now. My gown was black now, not black with blood, but simply black. Coatlicue does appear connected to the Virgin of Guadalupe in Chicano and Latin-American art since the s.
It was the first time Envy had stayed overnight at the house in Jeffer- son County. As if the animal had simply appeared there. I made a fist of my hand, and when I opened it wide, the scratches slashed wide. I stood in an open field with a ring of distant trees encircling it.
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