Benji Nutu

is creating Ancient Mayan/Aztec Fantasy novel chapters & short stories

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Remember the Jade City
—from “The Stormy Sky Codex”
Author unknown

     Xibalba has been thwarted, as it always has and always must be. Yet, where it cannot have victory, it will always have blood instead. For three baktuns the Itza Empire was the pakal and macuahuitl of the Ajaws, an entire people given over to the will of living gods. Now, Aj Jol-Awat Ajaw, the Screaming Skull God, emperor supreme of the Itza, is dead. His empire is shattered. The Power Hierarchy lies in splintered ruins, buried alongside the once mighty Ajaws. The Jade City has been sacked, and even now its people are being raped and enslaved by Zultec invaders from the north. With it gone, the empire is truly shattered. The invaders celebrate in typical fashion. They burn libraries, temples, observatories. Only the Temple of the Stars remains untouched, a testament to Jol-Awat’s staying power. They topple stone, salt fields, murder and rape and loot. They choke the river with the dead. Generation of carefully tended hatred, echoed into the bone, spent in one orgasmic release. A conquest the likes of which the world has never seen. The short-sighted fools.
     The Zultec celebrate a great victory before the dust has finished settling over the grave of their four-faced god, Tezcatlipoca. They will make a martyr out of him, perhaps even a new religion while whitewashing the blood from his legacy. Their royal families line their coffers and weigh each gold piece with crooked smiles, but they see only through the short-sighted vision of mortals.
We Itza were swept up, all of us, in Aj Jol-Awat’s vision. He forced us to see, to accept the truth of our purpose. Remember his deeds; keep alive the memory of the emperor god. He gathered us. We were guided by the Ajaws and preserved by their grace. We did not grow, but were raised. We did not multiply, we were bred, did not learn, but were taught. We were the chosen ones of the gods, a holy people set in place for one purpose: oppose Xibalba.
     While the world’s powers fell to the Death God and his warlords, the Itza heeded their emperor and his Ajaws. We fielded the largest armies in the known world. In the face of the Invasion, it was the bodies of our young warriors that shielded the Ajaws until the terrible victories were won. We lined our borders with the skulls of the dead. We were the pakal defending the world, the macuahuitl descending from heaven to annihilate the enemy. We tracked Xibalba’s movement in the heavens. We put down its conjured monsters like rabid dogs. We calculated the date of its coming to the hour. We plotted and thwarted and killed, and through it all the Quetzal Banner resisted, as was our birthright and duty. As was our purpose.
Remember us.
     Remember Aj Jol-Awat Ajaw, the Screaming Skull God, emperor supreme of the Itza, whose defiant shouts drowned out the death song of Xibalba in its passing.

     This is an excerpt from my unfinished fantasy novel titled, The Laughing Skull Codex. This is a fantasy story set in fictional ancient Mesoamerican setting where gods walk among mortals and hell rises every baktun to consume the world. The pieces of writing in this Patreon will include excerpts, full chapters, prologues, related short stories and more. Thank you for checking it out and supporting my work!
Tiers
Laughing Skull Codex
$3 or more per creation

Dive into the world of the Laughing Skull Codex one chapter at a time!

Massive Reveal
$10 or more per creation

Massive Spoilers. This is a total dive into the backstory and worldbuilding of this fantasy world. This information would otherwise be gradually released throughout a novel or series for maximum dramatic effect and tension building. But hey, if you gotta know, you gotta know. 

Goals
3 of 100 patrons
If I reach 100 patrons I will double the rate that I release chapters/short stories from twice a month to once a week!
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Remember the Jade City
—from “The Stormy Sky Codex”
Author unknown

     Xibalba has been thwarted, as it always has and always must be. Yet, where it cannot have victory, it will always have blood instead. For three baktuns the Itza Empire was the pakal and macuahuitl of the Ajaws, an entire people given over to the will of living gods. Now, Aj Jol-Awat Ajaw, the Screaming Skull God, emperor supreme of the Itza, is dead. His empire is shattered. The Power Hierarchy lies in splintered ruins, buried alongside the once mighty Ajaws. The Jade City has been sacked, and even now its people are being raped and enslaved by Zultec invaders from the north. With it gone, the empire is truly shattered. The invaders celebrate in typical fashion. They burn libraries, temples, observatories. Only the Temple of the Stars remains untouched, a testament to Jol-Awat’s staying power. They topple stone, salt fields, murder and rape and loot. They choke the river with the dead. Generation of carefully tended hatred, echoed into the bone, spent in one orgasmic release. A conquest the likes of which the world has never seen. The short-sighted fools.
     The Zultec celebrate a great victory before the dust has finished settling over the grave of their four-faced god, Tezcatlipoca. They will make a martyr out of him, perhaps even a new religion while whitewashing the blood from his legacy. Their royal families line their coffers and weigh each gold piece with crooked smiles, but they see only through the short-sighted vision of mortals.
We Itza were swept up, all of us, in Aj Jol-Awat’s vision. He forced us to see, to accept the truth of our purpose. Remember his deeds; keep alive the memory of the emperor god. He gathered us. We were guided by the Ajaws and preserved by their grace. We did not grow, but were raised. We did not multiply, we were bred, did not learn, but were taught. We were the chosen ones of the gods, a holy people set in place for one purpose: oppose Xibalba.
     While the world’s powers fell to the Death God and his warlords, the Itza heeded their emperor and his Ajaws. We fielded the largest armies in the known world. In the face of the Invasion, it was the bodies of our young warriors that shielded the Ajaws until the terrible victories were won. We lined our borders with the skulls of the dead. We were the pakal defending the world, the macuahuitl descending from heaven to annihilate the enemy. We tracked Xibalba’s movement in the heavens. We put down its conjured monsters like rabid dogs. We calculated the date of its coming to the hour. We plotted and thwarted and killed, and through it all the Quetzal Banner resisted, as was our birthright and duty. As was our purpose.
Remember us.
     Remember Aj Jol-Awat Ajaw, the Screaming Skull God, emperor supreme of the Itza, whose defiant shouts drowned out the death song of Xibalba in its passing.

     This is an excerpt from my unfinished fantasy novel titled, The Laughing Skull Codex. This is a fantasy story set in fictional ancient Mesoamerican setting where gods walk among mortals and hell rises every baktun to consume the world. The pieces of writing in this Patreon will include excerpts, full chapters, prologues, related short stories and more. Thank you for checking it out and supporting my work!

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Tiers
Laughing Skull Codex
$3 or more per creation

Dive into the world of the Laughing Skull Codex one chapter at a time!

Massive Reveal
$10 or more per creation

Massive Spoilers. This is a total dive into the backstory and worldbuilding of this fantasy world. This information would otherwise be gradually released throughout a novel or series for maximum dramatic effect and tension building. But hey, if you gotta know, you gotta know.