Axayuitzli Hive

#### Origin Mythos

Long before man and beast roamed the world, there was nothing but rock, no birth, no life, no death. From beyond the black celestial veil came a star, Chimli, that careened into to the stone world. Rapidly, like a evolving virus, the rock became filled with life. The star cried tears that made the oceans, and bled to enrich the stone, birthing plants, ores, and animals.

When all of its innards had leaked, from within crawled out three beings, ever Writhing. They birthed wings, and fought for centuries, in their wake creating many beings, killing many others, and changing what their father had made. Eventually, they became tired of their war and stopped to look at what they had done. They had helped to make a thriving world, and thought of how much they could do if they worked as siblings. While the beasts and ores were incapable of communicating with them, focused on their own growth, they saw the smaller things live the same cycle for years. As such, they blessed them, and in this brought themselves a physical form.

From then on, they one plunged the world into an even greater cycle. The eldest, Youlta, cultivated all beings, birthing ideas, inventions, and allowing them to reproduce. The second, Nemitlzi, watched over all beings, making sure they had a path in life, guiding them to it, and when they reached their final years, guiding them to their last moments. Eralixi, the youngest, stalked all beings. When Nemitlzi would point them to their last moment, Eralixi would wait until it happened, before snatching them up and devouring them. After he eats, he returns their souls to Youlta, how begins the process anew.

#### Ending Mythos

It is said that in the final days of the world, the Four Feathered-Ones of Death, or the Nahui Tzitzcalopocmies, would fly over the world for the rest of time.

First would fly Droaxtzli, the Famine. His presence will cause crops to die and animals to weaken. When he flies, men will flock for the last food in the world, and instinctively flock to Chimli's people, who will always store food for Droaxtzli's arrival.

Seeing this, Droaxtzli's brother Yaoyotzli, the War, will fly over. His presence stirs anger, fear, and the most primal of emotions. When he flies, men will clash with one another and Chimli's people for the last remnants of food. It will be a terrible war, marking the last days of man.

After her first two brothers fly over, Coclitzli's, the Plague, flight will herald Chimli's grandchildren to arm. There will be a great surge, the first of the Final Writhings, of Chimli's grandchildren, who will devour man like a rampant plague, until they are the only ones left.

Then, in the final hour, Mictlantzli's shadow will cover all, and as Chimli's people kill one another, he will swallow all of them up, as the servant of Eralixi. There will be no men, no Chimilians, and no beast. Mictlantzli will return to Eralixi with the souls of each and every being, who inturn will give them to Youlta. Youlta will cry and melt the world down. Nemitzli will bleed, and coat the remains in stone. Eralixi in shame, will leave into the cosmos. He will wander infinitely, until he is no longer Eralixi. Then, he will become a star and call himself Chimli. After, he will kill himself on his home, and the cycle will start anew.