“No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man—to be the sad man—behind blue eyes.
“And no one knows what it’s like to be hated, to be fated to telling only lies.”
A word sorcerer once sang those exact lyrics right here in Olympus alongside me. He sang of pain, and of sorrow so deep that no one else could possibly comprehend what it was like to feel like he did.
His song, his music, was the magic that he used to trick his victims into believing the lies he told in order to entrance them under his spell.
For the truth was, this man’s words rang empty, just like the empty space he lamented of behind his blue eyes.
He did not know sorrow.
He did not know pain.
He only sang of it as if he did.
He was a liar, and only I knew it.
“No one knows what it’s like to feel these things like I do. And I blame you.
“No one bites as hard on their anger, none of my pain and woe can show through.”
I knew it because I lived the pain and sorrow you sing of, amigo. I felt every bit of pain growing up in the Bleak, a poor underprivileged child surrounded by crime, disease, and murder. And I felt every bit of sorrow as the ones I cared about, the people I held dearly in my life had their souls ferried away—
Because of death.
Because of you, El Mariachi Muerte.
But the difference between us is that I wear this mask so that no one must hear me whine or lament on my suffering, unlike you.
I’ve held all of it inside, behind these two icy blue eyes.
”But my dreams they aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely.
“My love is vengeance that’s never free.”
I’ve made it my dream— my mission— to permanently rid Arcadia of the Mariachi. One by one I’ve unleashed my anger, my pain, and my sorrow on your ilk because you all had countless opportunities to change the fate of people like myself and my loved ones, but instead of acting on it you actively chose to ignore us.
And what’s worse? You sang about our problems as if they were your own, as if you knew anything about true pain and suffering.
So now I sing you a song, Singing Death.
A death song: a gift from Dr. Death, me doing your job for you like a true hermano.
My vengeance will be reaped when I take the life of the one you love.
And when I do, you will finally be able to connect to the songs you sing.
At Red Snow, I am going to make you feel sorrow.
When you accept the terms of my demands, I am going to make you feel pain.
And when the snowfall is over, and when the ice finally thaws, you will know what it’s like, cabron.
Vengeance is just what the doctor ordered.
El Mariachi Muerte, the doctor will see you now…