Who: Quetzalcoatl, open to any Aztecs or anyone who'd be in the Aztec section of the end of the world Where: New Tenochtitlan (a.k.a. the ruins of Arizona and New Mexico) When: APOCALYPSE :D What: The end is nigh, and the Aztecs are taking advantage of that.
His new temple had been a university, once upon a time, and Quetzalcoatl couldn't have been more pleased with that. The large stone steps leading up to it were slicked with blood from the sacrifices (animal, of course, never human) and he smiled at the familiar feeling of dried blood beneath his feet. Who said the end of the world was such a terrible thing?
Of course, it wouldn't be the end of the world if Quetzalcoatl had anything to say about it. The New Aztec Empire was growing by leaps and bounds, already covering huge swathes of the Southwest and joining up with the one growing in Mexico at several points on the border. He suspected the Hummingbird had cast his eyes to Los Angeles and the rest of Southern California next, and Quetzalcoatl thought that they might just have the troops to make it work.
The air-conditioned chill of the library was a welcome break from the heat, and Quetzalcoatl felt a smug smile curl his lips. While the rest of the country languished in darkness, the New Aztecs still had power, and running water, and food. More refugees arrived at their borders every day. What was a little blood sacrifice compared to not being incinerated by angels? And if a few people had to die on the feast days, to sate the appetites of the gods, that was nothing. There were giant wolves running through New York and half the East Coast was burning.
He knew that for all their security, though, they were still in a precarious place. The Christians had mostly ignored them for the time being, too busy with their civil war. The Norse had so far shown no interest in the Southwest, and the Greeks...well, Quetzalcoatl still never knew what to make of the Greeks. But it could all change. He was especially worried about the Christians. They were out to end the world, after all, and Quetzalcoatl knew that the Aztecs still didn't have the numbers to hold back the armies of Heaven or Hell.
But he could change that, he was sure. He just needed a bit more time. The top floor of the library had been converted into his own personal mission control, and he headed there. Los Angeles was a tempting target, and he wanted to know the best angle of attack.