Quetzacotl Says.....

"You have four years now till you meet your doom," he growls from his golden tropical feather decorated throne, "You must make a daily sacrifice of 457 souls," he pauses to think, "if not you will eternaly suffer in Xibalba with the other heathen peoples," shouts grandly, "Repent you mortals come back to the true faith!" He disapears in a cloud of smoke.