So after re-reading Quetz bio and her dialogue that is implied to be about Cortes, I got to thinking why Hernan would bring so much hatred.
Then I realized that when he first arrived he was mistaken to be Quetzalcoatl. Chances are Fate Cortes used that to his advantage and brought the downfall of the Aztecs all while still pretending to a god.
This would lead to a situation where his servant form would actually be another form of Quetzalcoatl complete with comparable Noble Phantasms and Authorities.
To me, I kind of figured that Cortes as Quetz would be akin to a "Rudo" wrestler, aka the Lucha equivalent of a Heel.
Also, due to the instability of the fusion he'd actively manifest mutations that make him look more bird-like.
Basically, just make him Tizoc from King of Fighters, but rather than Lucha libre moves he fights like a cheating brawler.
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Hey hope you're having a good day i like ur ariting a lot. Can I have prompt 62 "I want to protect you" with mordred and quetzacotl please. Thanks
Me, upon getting this ask: *HAPPY INTERNAL SCREAMING*
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!
Love Prompt #62- I want to protect you
Mordred Pendragon
Mordred Pendragon was an enigma to you.
She was simultaneously honorable and dishonorable.
Collected and crazed.
Calm and raging.
And currently, she was hanging around you like a bodyguard, mean mugging anyone who got too close and quite literally mugging anyone who got closer than that.
It was a rather strange experience how standoffish she had been as of late.
Maybe someone talked to her?
Unlikely, Mordred is too headstrong for that.
Whatever was going on, it felt nice in its own strange way.
Also, where in the world was Mordred leading you?
You quickly eyed your surroundings.
The forest? What are we doing here?
A moment later the two of you entered a clearing and the moment the two of you reached the center Mordred stopped dead in her tracks and turned to you, a shade of red on her face almost as deep as the red on Clarent.
Speaking of Clarent, said sword was brought forth by Mordred in a burst of red lightning and impaled into the ground as Mordred fell to her knee and began to speak.
“I, Mordred Pendragon, former knight of the round, entrust my sword, my honor, and my life to you. I may be a third-rate knight, but are you fine with that?” Mordred asked.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
Had Mordred…
Just asked to be your knight?
You decided to speak, to give your answer in the most fitting way you could given the situation.
“Of course I accept you as my Knight, you are the only person to whom I would entrust that position.”
Mordred looked up at you in shock before smiling.
A moment later, you were on the ground with a manically laughing Mordred next to you while being embraced in a hug.
“I’ll be sure to do my best to prove the faith you placed in me here is not wasted, besides, what a knight does and what I want to do are completely in sync right now!” Mordred exclaimed in joy, not realizing her slip up..
“Oh? And what’s that?” you asked, a smirk on your face.
“I want to protect you! That’s what a knight does! And that’s what I want to do!” Mordred once more happily cried out.
Quetzalcoatl
Quetz joyfully hummed as she walked beside you, a happy smile on her face.
Actually, she never seemed to not be with you actually.
You weren’t complaining, but you did have to admit that there were probably a thousand better things she could be doing than wasting her time with you as you did the rounds around the house, doing chores and the like.
Still, it was nice to have her here.
Wait, when did you let Quetz start living here?
Again, you weren’t complaining, you were just wondering why it took you so long to ask yourself this.
Heh, maybe Quetz was like a security blanket for you, something that you wanted to keep with you at all times.
Still, you were eternally glad to have her around, she always brightened the place up whenever she was around.
“Hey, Quetz?” you asked.
“Whatcha need?” Quetz asked, ready and willing to do anything you asked of her.
Especially if she finally got to help with chores for the first time after the last “Incident” that happened when she did the chores!
How was she supposed to know that humans made their furniture so fragile!
“Why do you always hang around me? I’m not complaining but i’m sure there are a lot of things you’d rather be doing right now.” You asked the literal goddess next to you.
Quetz tipped her head to the side and placed her finger to the side of her head as if in thought before speaking.
“Nope! I can’t think of a thing!” she happily exclaimed as she brought you close to her.
“C’mon Quetz, everyone has things they would rather be doing than what they are doing now!” You spoke into her, your voice muffled by her clothes.
“Sorry~! Not me, I’m already doing what I would rather be doing after all!” Quetz told you happily.
You managed to pull away from the embrace of Quetz long enough to look her in the eye.
“And what’s that?” you asked, curious.
“Well that should be simple! I want to protect you Mi Amor!”
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