San Angel, Mexico

The night of Dia de Los Muertos

Both you and Xibalba emerged from your graves, Xibalba's being dark and not decorated and yours being all colourful and decorated with candles and flowers

"Really, My dear, you have no idea how cold and vile the Land of the Forgotten has become." Xibalba mumbled "Just like your heart, Xibalba, just like your heart.." You said, Xibalba letting out a small grunt and turning around to face you

"Why must I rule a bleak wasteland while you enjoy the endless fiesta in the Land of the Remembered?, It's simply unfair.."

He said before turning his head and letting out a small 'Oo-' sound as he saw an old man kneeling at a grave and arranging the flowers and the bread set on and near the grave, reaching out a hand (Because when Xibalba touches the living they die) before getting it slapped by yours "Xibalba!-" You said in a slightly warning tone

"What?- it's his time. More or less." He said with a grin