«Cutting the head off the snake is the best way of killing it, so is the case for the Matiyotl too.»
Head of the Snake
This is being totally redone.
1137.08.31 Chamber of the Cycle City of Nacatlan
All of the High officials for the Matiyotl were gathered tonight for a pressing matter that needed their attention. Words of the Outer Gods planning a vicious attack upon their nation had reached their ears, and it was of the most urgent that this be address. But in the shadows... a plan had been hatched by the most feared assassins in the world: The Zvezdnyye ubiytsy (Star Assassins) to «cut the head of the snake.»
Operative Kinzhal was assigned to this job.
Boris Zheleznov, 26, going under the code name of Kinzhal (Dagger) was a rising star pun not intended within the organisation, and this was his first big break. Posing as a harmless traveler, he entered Nacatlan without any notice three days before and quickly hatched a plan over vodka. To burn them alive.
Canisters of sticky petroleum jelly that ignited when burst would be placed above the room, activated by a glyph and a switch. They were disguised to be part of the internal ornaments, and the Matiyotl would be none the wise. In their hubris; they believed themselves to be immune to worldly threats and only the outer Gods like the Janitors were real threats. Their cults would inform them of any threat, and no one would be able to do such things to them. They believed that they could slay these outer Gods too, but pride cometh before the fall. Hubris would indeed lead to the hellfire that would soon await them.
Kinzhal, with the help of several disgruntled servants, was able to rig his trap the night before. Posing as a servant himself, he now awaited for the hour the great cooking was to begin...
Dozens upon dozens of the highest ranking officials, soldiers, and priests adorned with fears, tattoos, and other Matiyotl grandiose clothing patterns gathered. Much was to be discussed, and the High Priest of Ryonaheim started the discussion by declaring that he believed that they would be able to beat the Janitors. As others clapped for him and he ended his speech, he began to sit down; the time came. One press of a button and thousands of liters of Napalm were dropped from the ceiling onto the helpless Matiyotl. This was no ordinary fire, it stuck to the flesh and burned it. Their screams were deafening as Kinzhal made his escape, easily, as if he were trying to get help for the now hapless and dying Matiyotl.
Exiting quickly, he acted as a panicked citizen as he fled the city. His mission was completed without suspicion being raised towards him or the Zvezdnyye. The cause of the disaster, which felled the mighty Matiyotl, could not be pin pointed, and now the head of the snake was cut off.
Another day, another slay...