“Aye, we kept the life in him until he screamed for death as for a bride. His voice sank to a caressing slur, and a far-away look grew in his eyes, as if he looked back over the years to a scene which caused him intense pleasure. But all his magic did not aid him the night we of Tecuhltli stormed his castle and butchered all his people. From the crypts of the catacombs he plundered the dead of their grisly secrets-secrets of ancient kings and wizards, long forgotten by the degenerate Xuchotlans our ancestors slew. He knew many secrets of the city he never told the others. He was a fiend in the form of a human, worse than Xotalanc. The people of the lost city of Xuchotl are engaged in a turf war that has been dragging on for five decades, and is fueled by the twisted culture of the citizens – that in various scenes describe in almost obscene fashion the pleasure they got from torturing their enemies.
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