The MEXICAN DEVIL of Jalsico Never Dies but Rises

The Mexican Devil of Jalisco has been dead for over 2000 years, but his soul never rests. His spirit wanders the wastelands and mountains. During a time when indigenous people lived on the land, a soul could hear his wild laugh as the Mexican Devil rides his horse through the darkness within the woods, he seeks his enemies to avenge his wrath. The skeleton face with hollow sockets where eyes should be are of blackness with a small shimmer of light, deep within the holes. All of his teeth are in place but when he laughs, it's rough and monstrous as if this Mexican Devil is Demon to revenge and torture. Let me indulge you, amigo, Alejandro Cruz was once a simple man living on the prairie with his family. His lovely wife, and two children Alex who was only seven years old, and his twin sister Mary. This modest farmer was a proud man to have a beautiful family and the love of a woman's heart.

Alejandro Cruz, came from a small town Tapalpa. He attended a school on the prairie as the only child of Hector and Elvira Cruz having no siblings his only brother died of tuberculosis as an infant. Hector and Elvira wanted the best for their son to leave this town and become a man of money and power, but after the revolution, of 1910-1920 everything changed. Families were broken, kept in poverty struggling to have anything they worked for was soon taken away from political corruption, leaving the people with nothing.

Families were broken, kept in poverty struggling to have anything they worked for was soon stripped and families were killed out of petty greed. Men were killed, and their wives were kidnapped and raped. Many people quickly moved far away from the corruption of the Spaniards to never be heard from and for those who could escape. During the war people's lives were tormented and murdered in cold blood the same as Alejandro's parents who were killed by soldiers trying to colonize the last of the Mexican people.

This time in his life was tragic being a young boy with no relatives he could depend on and was sent to a group home, but when he turned 18, he walked out the front door refusing to be subjected to the abuse of Father Topaz. The priest wore a long black cloak with a coldness in his eyes, and short dark hair, and his lips were red and chapped. Alejandro knew he had to run as far away as possible to escape this priest's harsh hand and his essence of death. He always viewed Father Topaz's heart as black as a stone and hard to break. Alejandro was able to steal some money he found inside the desk of Father Topaz and a knife. He took what few pieces of clothing he had and ran away from this boys home as fast as he could to get away from the bad memories and abuse he endured.

As the sun was rising as he came upon a river bank, Alejandro stopped to rest and drink the water that flowed downstream. He knew a town had to be close by, if there was water. People always need to live near the water as a means of survival. He quickly drank the water and started walking again. Alejandro needed to reach a town with people who could help, it was now growing dark, although it was summer, something in the air, in the dark just didn't feel right. Someone had to be alive out here, somewhere. After walking miles and miles in the heat, the boys school and Father Topaz seemed years away.

Alejandro was exhausted with hunger pains. As Alejandro fell to his knees from exhaustion, he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up. Oh my he said, there is a town just like the one he once lived in as a child with his parents. I need to get up he thought and run as fast as I can. He prayed for strength and started running. As his blurry vision came into focus, he was getting closer and could see it was a store just as he hoped to find, and ran all the way down the hill. His legs wobbled but he found spirit gave him the power to keeping moving. He soon came upon an old man sitting outside sleeping in his rocking chair. Sir, Help me, please, Alejandro collapsed from hunger and thirst. 

The old man picked Alejandro up, he could feel his bones, oh lord please don't let this boy die on me, the old man said. He laid him on the cot inside the store and placed a cool towel on his head, a few hours later Alejandro awoke to the old man staring at him. Are you okay mijo, the old man asked? Yes I think so, replied Alejandro where am I? You are on the outskirts of Jalisco Mexico, this place was caught between the cities, so it doesn't have a name, the people just say it's on the outskirts as a collective we claimed this land to live on and stay close as a community, were farmers and we share everything. I am Manuel, welcome, what is your name the old man asked? Alejandro Cruz.

My god you have walked a long way, the old man said, se' responded Alejandro. I need water please and food, my stomach, it hurts so from hunger pains. How long have you been walking, the old man asked? Nearly a week, Alejandro replied. I ran away from a group home I was taken to by soldiers, after my parents were killed. I had to get away from the abuse of the priest, Father Topaz is an evil man with hate and contempt in his heart. He had been sexually abusing young boys for years. I hated him, he never touched me though Alejandro explained. He tried to, but I warned him I was not scared of him, he was scum, a rapist. I drew a knife to him when he tried to hurt me and let it be known I would slice his fucken throat if he touched me again.

Oh my God, the old man replied, please lay down right on the cot, rest while I fetch your food and drink. Please rest.

The old man rushed over to the stove and poured a bowl of chicken soup, some cornbread and hot coffee. Alejandro thanked the man for being so kind, and the old man responded, you may sleep here tonight. You may stay as long as you wish. I live alone and have a warm fire and plenty of food. I enjoy company, as it's just my old dog and myself. You are welcome as my guest in my home if you need anything please don't hesitate to ask.

I am very tired and have a long way to go tomorrow, Alejandro said. Well, then eat up and get all the rest you need, I will fix you my favorite breakfast, "eggs benedict" before you go. See you in the morning the old man replied. As Alejandro gulped his food from hunger, he quickly fell into a deep sleep and his dreams began to haunt him in the night, only to awake to his own screaming. It was a dream within a dream, he remembered when he was a boy at the group home and the fight he had with Father Topaz.

The old man rushed over to awaken Alejandro, mijo, it's okay you are safe, wake up. Alejandro forgot where he was for a moment he was still at the old man's store. Those years have passed and the memories of his life with his parents and his childhood felt as if it never happened. Although of the trauma he still had many good memories of his parents and their love. Alejandro's sweat dripped off his forehead as he tried to catch his breath, his emotions reflected of the past. Those bloody Spaniards are going to pay for the killings.

Fast forward ten years later Alejandro found work as a carpenter and had a home and farm of his own. He married a beautiful young woman and they had two children, they were happy, until the soldiers came around again terrorizing the people. The killings started all over again but this time his wife and children were taken from Alejandro. Those fucken Spaniards I will avenge all of them. That scum Rivera he will not live to see another year.
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Sgt. Renato Rivera is a tall man who is viewed as as a "white man" but he is Latino of Spanish descent, with dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. The memories, Alejandro couldn't escape the memories of his wife in the hands of this murderer remembering her screaming for help as Rivera snapped her neck without a second thought. Elena refused Rivera's advances and his propositions. He tried to have his way with her and during their fight, she scratched him so deep with her nails that he now has a scar under his right eye, 2 inches deep. My precious Elena was now dead and I would never see her again or my children that I loved so, Alejandro heart was broken and his soul was filled with anger and rage. He had a mission he would find River and torture this mother fucker.

Hey, are you okay? I heard you yelling. Yes, responded Alejandro it was a bad dream. I see well, I have a cure for that, whiskey is the best in town, come have a drink with me, and then I make us some breakfast. You shouldn't travel on an empty stomach. Thank you senior, but I need to go.  Nonsense come on I am not a busy man and have many friends, okay thank you let me wash up, senior' what is your name? Pedro Padilla nice to meet you. This guy was middle-aged and owned a bar in a village a town on the outskirts with a population of 1000 people. Alejandro found himself wandering in a town that was similar to the one when he was just a boy and met the old man that helped him the first time after running away. He thought how strange patterns of my life are repeating itself.

Alejandro's blood boiled to the "point of no return", trying to shake those bad memories, but knowing he can't as his anger is the ammunition he needs to kill that mother fucker, Rivera and he won't rest until he tortures his body and soul in revenge. The Spaniards intentions, WERE TO kill the people and take over the town during the colonization and it was a success. White-skinned Spaniards are Latinos who see themselves as white (not men of color, which they are) as white men with racist thinking and believing themselves to be better than people with darker skin color. Since many Spaniards have blonde hair and blue eyes, they don't see themselves as people of color. One of their reasons for attacking this small town that sits on the edge of Tapala which was once a peaceful place has now been terrorized with hate and violence against the Mexican people. One of the deadly sins is now "revenge" of The Mexican Devil, who rides his black stallion and seeks out his enemies.
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The Spaniards rode their horses into town one cold night burning down homes and terrorizing the people, raping and killing, a town Alejandro once lived in. These men wanted the land and their mission was to rape women and take them as hostage for themselves. Alejandro's wife was a fighter, Rivera saw Elena as the most beautiful woman he laid his eyes on and wanted Elena for himself, but she rejected his advances and spit in his face with disgust, leaving him with a scar across his face.

The soldiers who invaded Alejandro's home were going to beat the children and just as River walked into the house he stopped the soldiers in their tracks and approached Elena when he saw her Rivera said, "Nothing will happen to you or the children as long as you leave with me, be my wife and you will live well, like a Queen". No, responded Elena, my husband, I love him I will never leave my husband, he is the father of my children we are a family. Rivera replied, why would a beautiful woman be with a man who can't provide a home made for a Queen? Elena yelled NO, I am not a Queen, I am a simple woman and will not leave Alejandro, he is the love of my life.
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Have it your way, Rivera replied, turning to his soldiers with a fierce look, as they grabbed Elena by her arms and pushed her out of the room, she was taken away. The children were screaming with fear and were sent to another room away from their mother. As the children's screams got louder, Elena cried out for them, but now she heard nothing, it was silent and Elena fell to the ground with pain in her heart. The soldier took her and asked her one last time, she spit in his face and he snapped her neck just as Alejandro ran through the door yelling her name.

It was now a fight to the death, as the two men fought punching and choking Rivera's soldiers came in and shot Alejandro dead. His soul has now risen from the black ashes making a pact with the DEVIL of the blackest EVIL in witchcraft, "LORD OF DEATH". This man once kind now rides seeking revenge as the Mexican Devil of Jalisco.