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madimpossibledreamertemporarily unbeta'd due to Beta Senpai being really busy today.
beta'd now.
Most people should not be using the term half-breed, but. Uh, in case you missed it, Buluc Chabtan is not a good guy.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buluc Chabtan begins his real work.
Word Count: 1138
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
And some—the cowardly weakling, for instance—might snivel and whine, that his first priority is not hauling back sacrifices for their own good. They’d gotten complacent, with those worshipping them offering them sacrifice after sacrifice, without them actually having to put in any work themselves. He’d never done that, never gone soft in such a way, which is why, he’d like to think, the Lords relied on him so much, because he got results. Fetching sacrifices is a secondary objective, yeah, and some of them have forgotten themselves in the centuries of little but dusty hallways in the shadow of the glory that had been Xibalba. But then, the souls had forgotten their place, too, and sure, he probably should beat some of them up again, never mind the whining that will ensue from that either. It’s not like Lord Kisin or Lord Akan would care, and it’d be kind of funny to watch their hopes and dreams get crushed, but that’s for later. For now…
For now, he’s weak. Maybe that’s why he failed. He’s pretty sure it’s not the only reason, though. It’s rare he sees warriors who are that good at teamwork. At actually trusting each other, to the boundaries of death and beyond. So he takes the secret paths. He knows the others sometimes hate or sneer at humans, and it’s true. They don’t have the strength of gods. But he’s rather fond of them, personally, because any other lifeform would have learned by now, but humans are just so bloodthirsty and stubborn, and he’s pretty sure there’s never been a year in history where they haven’t been feuding over one petty thing or another. That’s some real dedication to war, right there. If they’d just bother to live longer, they might even learn to become a challenge. Most of them. He’s not counting the half-breeds or those seeking empowerment beyond themselves. Hamon warriors are one thing. He wants to fight more of those with these Stands, but he can seek one out later, maybe.
In the meantime, just slaughtering soldiers on both sides leaves him feeling back closer to full form, and who knows, it might even trigger some old-fashioned worship again. Not that he needs that boost, but maybe it’s just what they need to start to restore Xibalba. Finds a feast and some good alcohol—it’s no Balché, but maybe Lord Akan would appreciate it anyway, and it leaves him in a much better mood himself.
And then it’s time for his own hunt. He didn’t get in too many hits against the warlock who had dared desecrate the sacred halls of Xibalba by using it as a booby trap to slow down pursuers, but if that had been the end of it, Awilix at the very least would have been sent back down to those silent, dusty corridors. Wesley Wyndam-Price had been killed, and since he had died so close to Xibalba, it’s up to the Lords to argue his soul belonged with them, rather than with the servants of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart. He’s glad that he’s not part of that. Boring diplomacy shit wasn’t worth wasting his time. It wasn’t nearly bloody enough for his taste, but then, maybe that’s the whole pain of being a vampire. And if merely setting foot there was a death sentence, then the others—the family Joestar, the kiddo learning to indulge her urge to kill, the rigid warrior, the Hamon Warrior hiding the arrow point behind a friendly face, among others—they’d all be marked for death, down to the last. That’s not the point, probably, and he can wait. Now that the protections leading out are weakened, he can afford to bide his time for the hunt. And Rush hadn’t ever actually stepped foot within Xibalba himself. He hadn’t offered anything near the entrance, but he’d kept a respectful distance, so unless he puts up a good fight, he’s less than nothing. Been cagey about being spotted, but one of Kisin’s hounds caught a glimpse anyway. Gotten killed, too, and its eyes removed—which is something he can respect, being a heart man himself—but the info got passed along anyway, because it’s not like a little thing like death means too much down there unless you’re one of the Hero Twins or a rival god.
This, though, this insult? This he’s gotta hunt down and make right with the spill of blood. Bad enough Balam’s technically one of the Lords but has the gall to stand alone and actually make it work, bad enough that for all his own sacrifice he’s a two-faced backstabber that protects weaklings all while accepting blood on his behalf, bad enough he’d dare defy the Lords even now, bad enough he’d involve his old friend and fellow traitor Kukulkan, but he’d actually involved the ongoing petty feud between the god who’d managed to lose a limb not through combat and the self-important serpent in Xibalba itself, and, intelligently, Lord Kisin was not willing to let such a thing pass. Jaguars are always trouble. And he’s going to put an end to their battle in the best way he knows how.
beta'd now.
Most people should not be using the term half-breed, but. Uh, in case you missed it, Buluc Chabtan is not a good guy.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buluc Chabtan begins his real work.
Word Count: 1138
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Buluc Chabtan is honestly a little insulted. He doesn’t waste words. There’s no point. It’s not like he’s a guest, technically. It’s not Mayan hospitality, but they’re actually bothering to put in some effort anyway. The warlock had cared to offer him a delicious feast, and even been open to some recommendations as to the preparation of the meal. No beating hearts, sadly, but he’d been operating on some sorta vow, and he’s always curious to see how far that leads some of ‘em. Some of the Slayers had been willing to spar, but they weren’t willing to go all out or put their lives on the line. Some training. Everywhere he went, they kept an eye on him, but as for accompanying or following him, they hadn’t gone that far, which seems a bit sloppy for their protection, and he’d even been able to leave without much difficulty. They even seem to be considering others (such as this Rush fellow) more of a threat than he is, which is an insult even as he knows that he is considered an ally at the moment. However, he’s probably also being monitored using magic, so it’s not like they don’t care at all. In return, he doesn’t particularly care what they do, or that useless cat, for that matter. The so-called Lady of the Night can play with the injured one and his mother if she likes. He’s not here to accompany her, anyway. Sure, Lord Akan had sent her, in name, but despite the drunken attitude he was no fool. It was easy to see she’d do what she wanted, like always.
And some—the cowardly weakling, for instance—might snivel and whine, that his first priority is not hauling back sacrifices for their own good. They’d gotten complacent, with those worshipping them offering them sacrifice after sacrifice, without them actually having to put in any work themselves. He’d never done that, never gone soft in such a way, which is why, he’d like to think, the Lords relied on him so much, because he got results. Fetching sacrifices is a secondary objective, yeah, and some of them have forgotten themselves in the centuries of little but dusty hallways in the shadow of the glory that had been Xibalba. But then, the souls had forgotten their place, too, and sure, he probably should beat some of them up again, never mind the whining that will ensue from that either. It’s not like Lord Kisin or Lord Akan would care, and it’d be kind of funny to watch their hopes and dreams get crushed, but that’s for later. For now…
For now, he’s weak. Maybe that’s why he failed. He’s pretty sure it’s not the only reason, though. It’s rare he sees warriors who are that good at teamwork. At actually trusting each other, to the boundaries of death and beyond. So he takes the secret paths. He knows the others sometimes hate or sneer at humans, and it’s true. They don’t have the strength of gods. But he’s rather fond of them, personally, because any other lifeform would have learned by now, but humans are just so bloodthirsty and stubborn, and he’s pretty sure there’s never been a year in history where they haven’t been feuding over one petty thing or another. That’s some real dedication to war, right there. If they’d just bother to live longer, they might even learn to become a challenge. Most of them. He’s not counting the half-breeds or those seeking empowerment beyond themselves. Hamon warriors are one thing. He wants to fight more of those with these Stands, but he can seek one out later, maybe.
In the meantime, just slaughtering soldiers on both sides leaves him feeling back closer to full form, and who knows, it might even trigger some old-fashioned worship again. Not that he needs that boost, but maybe it’s just what they need to start to restore Xibalba. Finds a feast and some good alcohol—it’s no Balché, but maybe Lord Akan would appreciate it anyway, and it leaves him in a much better mood himself.
And then it’s time for his own hunt. He didn’t get in too many hits against the warlock who had dared desecrate the sacred halls of Xibalba by using it as a booby trap to slow down pursuers, but if that had been the end of it, Awilix at the very least would have been sent back down to those silent, dusty corridors. Wesley Wyndam-Price had been killed, and since he had died so close to Xibalba, it’s up to the Lords to argue his soul belonged with them, rather than with the servants of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart. He’s glad that he’s not part of that. Boring diplomacy shit wasn’t worth wasting his time. It wasn’t nearly bloody enough for his taste, but then, maybe that’s the whole pain of being a vampire. And if merely setting foot there was a death sentence, then the others—the family Joestar, the kiddo learning to indulge her urge to kill, the rigid warrior, the Hamon Warrior hiding the arrow point behind a friendly face, among others—they’d all be marked for death, down to the last. That’s not the point, probably, and he can wait. Now that the protections leading out are weakened, he can afford to bide his time for the hunt. And Rush hadn’t ever actually stepped foot within Xibalba himself. He hadn’t offered anything near the entrance, but he’d kept a respectful distance, so unless he puts up a good fight, he’s less than nothing. Been cagey about being spotted, but one of Kisin’s hounds caught a glimpse anyway. Gotten killed, too, and its eyes removed—which is something he can respect, being a heart man himself—but the info got passed along anyway, because it’s not like a little thing like death means too much down there unless you’re one of the Hero Twins or a rival god.
This, though, this insult? This he’s gotta hunt down and make right with the spill of blood. Bad enough Balam’s technically one of the Lords but has the gall to stand alone and actually make it work, bad enough that for all his own sacrifice he’s a two-faced backstabber that protects weaklings all while accepting blood on his behalf, bad enough he’d dare defy the Lords even now, bad enough he’d involve his old friend and fellow traitor Kukulkan, but he’d actually involved the ongoing petty feud between the god who’d managed to lose a limb not through combat and the self-important serpent in Xibalba itself, and, intelligently, Lord Kisin was not willing to let such a thing pass. Jaguars are always trouble. And he’s going to put an end to their battle in the best way he knows how.
