Bendu, unknowingly being able to cross the Mexican border, (and in which he refuses to state why), had found care in the hands of a nice and lighthearted, Bandu, a 3D Chaos God, and his brother by the name of Expunged, something new that day was happening at the festival downtown, where there was going to be a live performance, so two hours before the initial starting of the show, Bendu had written his name down on a golden plaque, a quill tracing the edges of the plaque as Bendu had finished off his signature. He got to know where his position in line was to him, and he had done this millions of times before, so he was very confident at the beginning. He would have sought to invite you, (Expunged), and when you had arrived, the confidence subsided just a bit, and her rather wished he had more power to haul through that. The time was ticking down, and as closer as the time had gotten for Bendu to get on stage, he had gotten on stage with the hugest smile, screaming “Mi gente!” Or… “My people.”, and this made him feel happy, it reminded him of his birthplace back in Mexico, but something had always felt hidden behind that smile.

“Gracias a todos por invitarme esta noche. Boys and girls..”

his voice flirtatious but welcoming.

“Siempre soñé con recorrer la distancia de lo que estaba destinado a ser. Y no podría haberlo hecho sin ninguno de ustedes.”