El Mariachi Muerte walks a lonely road, one he had trod so many times before. The Horseman sits, his back resting up against the familiar wood of a door.
A certain door.
One that he longs to open.
Yet the door, as it always has, remains closed. So the Mariachi does the only thing he can. He plays.
A voice, angelic in its beauty sounds from right behind the door. The voice of a love lost, her back pressed up against the other side of the door.
♬ It’s been seven hours and sixteen days
Since you took your love away
I come here every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away ♬
A tear rolls down the face of the Mariachi as he hears the voice of his love.
“John says so many things.”
His voice is wrought with loss and pain.
“His is a name that carries power. Even back then, at Red Snow, it carried power over Dr Death. It was only by the power of his name that La Musica was allowed to live on, but mi amore, at such a cost in unbearable.”
His voice joins with that of La Mariachi Vida and they sing together in perfect harmony.
♬ But nothing…
Nothing can take away these blues‘Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you ♬
As the voices fall silent, the guitar plays on and Muerte continues.
“But John also says that there is a way to open this door.”
His loneliness is still carried in his voice, but it brings now an edge of hope.
“That we would once again be united, mi amore. That is what John says. I have gone to lengths I never thought I would, made sacrifices I never thought I would make. I have allied myself with those I never thought I would.”
♬ It’s been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me, where did I go wrong? ♬
He stands, not missing a beat as he continues to strum.
“But through it all, I have risen from strength to strength. Gaining ever closer to one single moment that will forever change our song. That moment when John says the very words I’ve waited all along for him to say…”
He pauses momentarily, at the end of a stanza, knocking on the door. His knocks echo about the hall. His love cannot knock back, but he knows she is there.
“… I have found the final key to unlock the door.”
He strums, and the duet returns. Both voices meld together perfectly.
♬ Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you ♬
Muerte’s voice is determined now, renewed with strength.
“There is only one way that this door must be opened. I must sacrifice myself once more. I must win this battle, Apokalypsis must stand victorious. For when we rise, and all of the keys are placed, I will finally have what I’ve wanted all along.”
The Mariachi stops playing, placing his hand up against the wood of the door.
“You.”