Muerte, I guess you’re Zeus’s newly hired muscle, right? The new lapdog, responsible for keeping the leaks plugged, and disposing of those who’ve outlived their usefulness?
He wants to see if I’m still the threat I once was. So he’s given you your marching orders, soften me up before I lay hands on his Porcelain Champion. I thought I was a hypocrite for being a dog on his leash…
Look at you, refusing and nearly getting yourself killed at the hands of Dr. Death to retain your freedom, only to hitch yourself to the wagon of the Baron. You gave up that freedom you fought almost to your death to become a dog of war playing your tune at the request of that backstabbing son of a bitch!
I’ve always had my hands coated in the blood of those who may not have deserved it but now… we’re the same. You’ve become another version of me, willing to play the song of death at his request. Let me ask you this my Mariachi Hitman, what happens when it turns out Gemini remembers everything and she won’t keep her mouth shut? Will you haul out your little guitar and play her that little lullaby? Forgoing friendship and her trust in you? Do what he wants, and take the life of another who trusted you implicitly? Mi amigo, we’re a mirror image.
You see my Mariachi counterpart, I’m a Deadman Walking destined to take life after life until it’s my time while you’re the Musician of Death. But you’ve become Zeus’s instrument and he expects you to play me off this mortal stage. Well, you’re all sorely mistaken if you think for a fucking second that you’ll be the man to play me off.
Because the mirror that holds our reflection was fucking broken at Pandemonium, when I found my convictions again while I watched you cast yours into a fucking abyss. You’re nothing but another head on the Hydra, and I am going to cut every head that is put in my path until I drive the dagger into the heart of the beast that Zeus and Narcissa have built to protect themselves.
So steel yourself because if you’re going to be Zeus’s next Nobody, I want you to be ready. Because you’ve already forsaken the Mariachi or at least yourself, and from there you don’t have much further to fall.
So when the time comes and Zeus sets Ares upon you too. I want you to know what that final fall feels like. Which is why I’ve got your ballad ready for you and it’s nothing but the sound of One Shot, One Kill, and then the sound of silence… permanently. Because I’m prepared to play you like the instrument you are and break you so that you’re of no use to anyone after I finish with you. Because Nobody knows it’s dangerous to leave you on the stage. So, it’s time to play you off.