The year is approximately 1527, and the 63-year-old man is dying.

As he lies on his deathbed, counting down the final minutes to his own self-destruction, a powerful deluge of fatigue engulfs his weary body. Fleshy boils have concealed his skin, and his body is marked with the scar of inevitable fatality.

While the fallen warrior who ruled the Incan Empire of Peru feels his health slowly deteriorating, the petrified people of his kingdom are panicking. Unsure of what to do, they watch as piles of bodies agglomerate on street corners, and crest-fallen families mourn the abrupt loss of precious loved ones of the ayllu.

In a final act of desperation and confusion, Huascar, the legitimate son of the dying man, orders the kingdom to begin fasting, and refrain from all acts that express “individuality or desire.”

Adorned in fancy red costumes and feathered headpieces, the Inca offer two innocent children to their god Viracocha.

As these ravishing members of the Inca youth are forced to offer themselves as a sacrificial token for the greater good of their society, their throats release an intense scream of pain that cannot be suppressed. Their mother watches, as her children’s yowls disrupt the solid silence.

A tear slides down her cheek, as the entire community turns their backs to the stage to see a messenger running from the direction of Carmenca. As a matter of efficiency, the young man stomped his feet emphatically through the mud, fleeing towards the crowd of pious observers.

Stunned and shocked, the community begins to embrace one another when they hear that their sixty-three-year-old ruler, the impeccable Huayna Capac, is dead.

Smallpox has robbed his body of vitality, and it is ravaging along the northern sections of the Incan Community, in search of more victims!

Rulerless and weakened, the Inca people frantically erupt into a violent fit of sobs, and terror. The legitimate son feels his heart drop to the bottom of his chest. Huascar has just lost a father but has simultaneously gained an empire.