FULL NAME Diosa Vendoza
NICKNAMES Cihuateteo
AGE 1428
GENDER Female
SPECIES Demon
SPECIAL ABILITIES, POWERS, ETC.
Creation- Diosa has the ability that is much similar to that of vampires as she is able to create her own breed of demons through the injection of her venom, which causes her victims to a Culebra after death, similar to that of a vampire. Those who have been injected by her or Techtichun's venom cannot turn others into Culebra's as they are infertile. Culebras, who are not Diosa or Techtichun, are infertile, they cannot create other Culebras nor can they give birth to them. Although, if someone was made a Culebra from drinking the blood of Diosa or Techtichun, they are like them, Blood of my blood, enabling them the ability to give birth to Culebras or turn their victims into Culebras.

Seduction- Diosa, or any Culebra, have the ability to seduce others, but this ability is only available in their human form. Although, it is not a sure thing that someone can be seduced by her, but they can be heavily influenced, similar to vampire compulsion, though the mortals do not lose their free will.

Soul Leeching- Diosa, or any Culebra, like demons, can feed from the souls of others to sustain themselves.
SEXUALITY heterosexual
JOB consult this list.
PLAYED BY Eiza Gonzalez.

Welcome, Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, I present you the lovely, eccentric, woman of the ages, she has brought your souls to this paradise for one reason, and one reason only. Pleasure. Whatever that pleasure is to you is the very reason why these doors were opened to you. Every last one of you fuckers come to have a fucking night at the Dusk till Dawn, you want to drink, watch some pretty girls dance between your legs, or a combination of both. Well, I’m here to tell you guys to have it because you have until dawn to get your fill. Although, we cannot get this shit started without the lady herself, the woman who should set fire to your souls and make your limbs weak to glimpse at her beauty. Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you your host and owner, Santanico Pandemonium….

~music plays, steps out with a feathered headdress on top of her head, dressed in lingerie, only covering her sacred goods~

You come….you sit….you drink….you fuck in my club….For centuries I bring your pleasure and for centuries I brought you life. I have had only one purpose and that was to bring sanctuary to my people, where they can live without fear, and be their true selves. Dusk Til Dawn, mis amigos, es….Sanctuary to all, but the living. ~doors are now locked and all mortals are trapped inside as Diosa stood in front of everyone, still dancing~ Don’t be afraid, I smell fear in the air, the moment you all realized that death was near, I’m afraid you were already too late. Although, I hate to let my food be ambushed, so it is only fair that I bestow you the trap you have fallen in.

~Diosa slowly walks around the darkened room, her eyes watching every last mortal or immortal eye~

I am, what you mortals may call me now, Diosa Vendoza, but long ago I went by a different name, a name so old that it has become lost. My name, along with the language, has died off and only the secrets can be told by a select few, and only a select few can live to tell the tale. Sadly, none of you will be apart of those select few, at least not intentionally. My true name is Chihuacoatl, I know…it is probably too hard for your tongues to understand, but my name is ancient with an ancient meaning…A meaning that sends shivers in your skin every time you hear its whispers, its bite more potent than its squeeze. I am the Snake Woman, Chihuacoatl… I came from the time of the Aztecs, my people were a righteous and strong civilization before that of the white men infestation. They came like rats in the night, spreading their diseases and shame across my people, but you should know the rest on that.

To my people I am a goddess, a deity of Motherhood and Fertility, though my name carries a much more darker connotation than what it used to because I used to be happy, like the rest of my people. Before I carried the name Chihuacoatl, I was known as Chihua, which meant Woman, so you can understand why I was thought as a goddess of motherhood and Fertility. Although, my people believed that me and my family were gods because of the powers we possessed, but we are truly known as Brujas, Witches or Wiccans, whatever you mortals may prefer. You may say they believed in false gods because we were all mortal and bled red blood, though many thought we bled the color of gold, the color of divinity. Nonetheless, every generation, my family we thought to be the Aztec gods, it is thought when we die are souls do not go to the afterlife, but returns back to Earth as substance, but lives in the souls of others. I assure you that was not the case, but it surely kept my family famous for many centuries.
When I was born, everyone believed that I was a reincarnated goddess, but I was just an ordinary mortal wiccan, like the rest of my bound blood family.

Though, my story began once I was conceived by my mother, in the city-state, Tenochtitlan. As a child, I was worshipped and dressed in fine linens made with various feathers, my forehead was smeared with animal’s blood as they sat me down on an altar slab. There, one of the volunteered citizens of Tenochtitlan came forth to sacrifice his being, his blood, and his soul to me. The carefully picked up my head, while I wailed loudly, though my cries were muffeled with the blood of the man that fell upon my being, washing me from head to toe as they began to read my prophecy in sacrificed blood. The oracle came up to read my fortune, to read my legacy, and to read my divine name. I will never forget it, and neither should you all, the oracle said,” Ella es la gracia , la belleza , la maternidad y la fertilidad , los dioses han llamado a sus parientes , Chihua , la mujer de las mujeres , pero la mujer de Mujeres se temía porque la muerte reclamará , aunque ella vivirá todavía.” She is with grace, beauty, maternity, and fertility, the gods have named their kin, Chihua, the Woman of Women, but the Woman of Women shall be feared because death will claim her, though she will live on still.

This is when the oracle took his knife and jabbed it into my stomach, my wailing cries were soon ceased as the young me died in the hands of the oracle. All witnessed my death, but it was not for great tragedy, but of great purpose as I died mortal, but was reborn something else. For many days, my body laid on the altar slab, and for many days I was soulless and, well, fucking dead. An Aztec baby sacrificed so she can one day wake up and live as her prophecy said she was because to only way to reach my divinity was to meet it by death. Soon my eyes flung upon and my wails filled the air, though it wasn’t long before the oracle came to pick up my young body, though instead of my brown eyes, they were green and serpentine. This was when the Oracle named me Chihuacoatl, Snake Woman, but sadly, my people didn’t understand what they really have done. I learned later that there is no such thing as actual gods, but there is such thing as beings with immense power and long lives, who can live like gods, and that was exactly what they made me at such a young age.

The oracle shared me around, my family kissing me one by one on my forehead, blessing me as I am a part of their ‘divine coven’. Although, what they did not understand was that I was no longer mortal nor was I no longer Wiccan, but I only live in death, I returned back from the dead as that of a Demonio, also known as Demon. Now, my story starts to become a lot more exciting as it is almost time to begin our feast, though my friends, it is not yet dawn, so I still have more time to finish my story. My destiny was made as a young child, but that does not mean it couldn’t have been altered later down the line. Although, that is much later into my adult life did I feel such anger and abuse, but as a child or as a young woman, I lived a lively life as I did whatever I wanted as I was a young Queen or goddess. My people worshipped me, they named their children after me in hopes that I would blessed them with my power, but instead of love and care that I would have bestowed them, my demonic nature only brought disease and hurt.
The people stopped worshipping me as a deity to be loved, but to be feared and many cults began to be cults of evil. These cults were known as Culto de la Víbora, or Cult of the Viper, in reference and worship of me as the Snake goddess or the Snake Woman as my being represents the viper. My more demonic form, as you will witness, is in the form of a humanoid viper: fangs, tongue, scales, eyes, and all, though do expect a tail. Anyways….Like the prophecy said, I would be loved and feared, and those who used to love me now feared me, while those who feared me worshipped me. The Cults of the Viper were fierce worshippers to me as they protected all my temples against those who would try and demolish them to demolish my presence in this plain, but even if they did it would have no effect, if you want me gone you will have to kill me.

I used my young years as a way to find myself and how to utilize my powers as I had them, but I didn’t know how to properly use them. Eventually, well rather soon, I learned that I couldn’t serve based off of just human food, at least when I got big enough that I would need more to sustain me. I learned that my diet is simply human blood or their souls, either is fine as both are a treat to eat.

~looks at all the frightened faces and grins~

Oh…do not be frightened, when I do eat you, it will be slow, it will hurt, and you are going to beg for a quick death. I have probably killed ore in my youth than I did as an adult, mostly because I didn’t know my limits and what I could do. Although, eventually, I learned of all my powers, and it shocks me every time on the feats I can achieve, like turning mortals into demons, at least into what I am. Simply, I feed them the venom I generate, similar to that of vampiros, though like the vampiros, I would have to kill you afterwards so that your soul will be rejected from the heavens to fall down to hell, where your soul will be crushed and twisted. The entire transition takes no more than five minutes, though, in hell it feels like a lifetime.

Fast forwarding, I don’t want to worry you with all the details of my life because Im growing quite hungry, and I am sure the others are too. Much later in my adult life, I would marry a man named, Techtichun, and I would have thought him to be the love of my life. ~chuckles~ Even back then, love is blind, I was so blind by the looks of a young wiccan and his power of persuasion that I couldn’t see that he was using me to get what he wanted, and that was immortality. Techtichun used my affections for him to bring him closer and closer to eternal life, although, it wasn’t like he never grew fond of me as he did, but he love was more infectious than romantic. Techtichun was evil, more so than I, but I would not flay a person’s face to keep as a trophy. At the time, Techtichun was a mortal wiccan, his family were not known and probably would have disappeared from the face of the earth if it wasn’t for his affiliation with my godly name. The marriage between him and I was only a hoax, one planned by his family, and carried out by him. The plan was to marry me, gain power, wealth, and immortality, then bring it back to his family to soon leave Tenochtitlan.

All was well until the end, young Techtichun never wanted to leave me once he has been with me, his feelings for me grew bigger than anticipated. I for one, at the time, would say I loved him and would have done anything for him, when I did do something for him, he betrayed me. Techtichun continued to play his games until he finally got me to turn him into a demon, similar to me, but this transformation was different from the rest, I did not feed him by venom as I fed him my blood. Feeding him my blood was more intimate and was my sign of my love. I made him apart of me as I can see through him and he could see through me, no matter where he is I may find him, and no longer where I am, he may find me. My kind calls this, sangre de mi sangre, blood of my blood. You can find something like this all over the world, it is just our way of siring one another, demonstrating our bond as lovers.

The moment he fed from my blood and became Cihuateteo or Culebra, which is what you modern day people call us, I saw within him and I saw how tainted and dirty his soul was. I read his soul like an open book and only then were my eyes truly open to the foolery he blinded me with, but it was all too late as I found my neck broken and hauled away. When I awoke, I was lying in a bed, Techtichun was stalking around me as he awaited for me to awake, though when he noticed I was no longer dead, he went on and on about our love and that we were going to live happy lives together. I remember, like it was yesterday, I told him that I will never love, but he grabbed me by the neck, and told me, sangre de mi sangre. Those words were so enchanting, I know he was no longer a wiccan, but for some reason he words were like honey, so sweet that I couldn’t resist, but to believe him. Later I would know, one of his great talents was persuasion.

Techtichun and is family took all of my family’s worth, he took our power, and exposed my family as simple mortals. I never told them that my family were not gods, Techtichun just read my soul to know the truth for himself and that all he had to do was just make them bleed their mortal blood. Techtichun’s family did not wish to stay in Tenochtitlan, but after learning the truth of my family, they decided it was in their best interest to stay to usurp the crowns of our heads. Although, Techtichun knew his family were wanting to take the royalty for themselves, so he told the people the truth that I and him were not mortals, and that we do not bleed. He enforced his powers upon the people, he made them believe us to be gods, which was then he took a dagger and sliced my arm and his as example of our remarkable healing abilities. The people awed and bowed towards us, some screaming our names in worship, others praying our names. Through the entire thing, I was horrified, my family name was obliterated and it was stolen all in one day by the man I thought I loved. Now, only the Aztecs see us as their gods, no longer does my family hold any place on this earth.

Techtichun told the people that we will be their god King and Queen for all eternity, and that he promised them protection, if they sacrifice their souls to him and me. A sacrifice, of more than a hundred people, some I knew very well, including my family. Although, what makes me discuss Techticun even more ladies and gentleman was that he killed them before me, just to ensure my fealty to him. One by one, he slit their wrists and fed until they were dry, sometimes he would steal their souls and force me to drink their blood until they were empty. I have always loved who I am, but at that moment, I regretted ever loving anyone, even as a demon, I only knew chaos and destruction, but I have always known love.

When all of my family were dead, Techtichun told me, I would forever be his, if not, no one can ever have me, and I told him he would won’t ever have anything to worry about. Together, we killed every one of Tenochtitlan and turned them into what we were, now not everyone became Culebra, but some who survived the bite did. Techtichun said he would start a new empire for the great Aztecs, he said that there will be a new gold age of gods, meaning he will bred them from me. I never wanted a child, I didn’t care for mortal emotions because all I knew was then was revenge of my family, and I was holding Techtichun responsible. Although, all thoughts were thrown aside when I tried to kill him, all he did was slap me aside and bared his fangs at me, before hitting me, again, and again, and again, and again. If it wasn’t for my abilities to heal, I would have been dead, though he eventually stopped and told me that he loved me, but he couldn’t have me trying to kill him.

Mis amigos….When he laid his hands on me, I lost all sights of hope for escape, I was his prisoner, and he knew it to be true. Techtichun made me his slave, he told me that he needed me and much of the women of Tenochtitlan to bring life to his city. He said that it will be our bodies that brings in our fortune, he whispered in my ear and said that I would lead the mortals in temptation, beginning at dusk, then at dawn, we will feast until our hearts content. Thus began, desde el atardecer hasta el amanecer, in which you know you now as. From. Dusk. Till. Dawn. You see my friends, I don’t do this for my enjoyment, I never have as it’s only a reminder of my imprisonment with Techtichun. Although, I know that I cannot survive without your blood or your souls, so I have made my sacrifices too…But my story is not over, quite yet.

For centuries, my people have lured mortals into our temples for celebrations filled with drinking, fucking, and dancing, though when the doors are closed and the sun rises, we feed until no mortals are left alive. Like snakes in the darkness we abandon the above ground and tunneled are lairs underneath our city-state, making it seem as if it was abandoned. One day, a settlement of people came and made themselves at home upon the empty city-state, Tenochtitlan. Although, what we didn’t was that our species of demons spread far across the country, so some have met our kind and some have lost family. These people were cazadores…hunters, and they came to find the source of the Culebras, and among those hunters was a man named Manauia. He wasn’t the leader of his people, but he sure wasn’t the type to take orders just from anybody. Manauia and his people were trained killers of Culebras as they have formed a weapon that is known to kill my people, a stone known as obsidian can either absorb our souls or send us back to hell.

I never told Techtichun about the obsidian, so I used the element of surprise against him, so when dusk began I started to make my plan. Upon the hunters entering the temple, listening to the music and watching the women dances to the sounds, enticing the men, making them forget the reason for their appearances. I held my attention on Manauia, I enticed him, seduced him to my embrace, I told him to help, we continued to dance, but I continued to whisper in his ear. I did my own bit of manipulation by making him believe I was a mortal girl being trapped by Culebras, and like a fool he was he believed my claims and warned his men. When dawn was upon us and the doors were locked, war was upon us as the mortals took out their weapons and clashed with my people. Many of my people were slain by the mortals, it was more of us than them, but it seemed as if they may prevail. I watched from a distance as I watched my people be slain by the mortals, I felt their deaths, all the ones I have fed from and turned into demons, and they all came from my venom, my children.

Although, soon, the mortals became overwhelmed and Techtichun interceded many of them, before they could lay another hand on our people. He was about to kill Manauia, but I stopped him and told him that the mortal would be useful to us, in that I kept the mortal alive, but I could not say the same for his friends. Techtichun had them killed, and Manauia turned into a demon, but it was by his venom instead of mine, making him sired to him. We could see the light from outside peaking from the holes of the temple, so it was time for the rest of us to go underground. I turned back to look at Manauia, before heading into my lair with Techtihun. Afterwards, Manauia proved himself to be useful as he knew the weapons that could kill my people, we knew that we were bound away from the sun because of its holy light, though Manauia knew obsidian could send us to damnation. Manauia brought out the weapon to show Techtichun, and I quickly took it from him and tried to dagger Techtichun, to release me from his holding cell, and to release my soul, but he quickly grabbed my hand, snapping my wrists and caused me to drop the dagger.

With that, Techtichun brought the dagger to my throat and told me that I have angered him for the last time. Before he could take the dagger, and thrust it in my chest, a dancer jumped upon his back and yelled, plazo diosa , te voy a guardar . I took my chances, and I sped out of there, I left my home and I left it forever…Phew, which brings me here, to the present, with you all. You see, From Dusk Till Dawn is a way for me and my people to feed and to be free from slavery of the sun or of anyone, and I intend on keeping it that way. Techtichun used it as a place for prostitution and slavery, I no longer intend it to be a whore-house. Although, it is also now a beckoning call for war and the spillage of blood, I want my revenge, and I won’t stop until I get it, though a war cannot be fought without people to fight it with you. If you survive this…welcome, to freedom and immortality.

~Shifts into her snakelike form, her fangs are bared as she hissed onto the crowd and pounced onto her prey gauging its neck with her fangs, other Culebras joining in on the killing~