Artemio Reyes de la Serna.
A man who built his own home to burn and dance on the flag of Spanish pride.
Officially in the name of God and the Holy crown, he cursed and spat on the deities that fascinated him. He wanted their hypnotic power.
A power that leads to slaughter and thriving life without question. The deities speak in tongues thay only he did not comprehend. Was it the red or the yellow? Was it the stripes or the Lions? Each time he asks, they never answer back. Silent.
Decades later, his clay house spawns dozens of pueblos and missions. Millions maggots consuming open wounds left behind. The deities seem to be working harder now. He must study them longer.