“Have you ever seen a graveyard?”
“I’m sure you have. Every life ever lived has found its end buried beneath the blackened soil and broken dreams of the burial grounds. It’s the final destination and the only sign of you being any more than a faceless corpse is the tombstone that sits above your final resting place.”
“Your entire life reduced to a mere name and date etched in stone.”
“Most people spend their lives running from the grave, fleeing as fast as their feet will carry them. However, despite all the fighting and crying they still find themselves six feet under.”
“No one can escape the reaper.”
“None but myself, anyway.”
“Deathrow was the grave of the living in Arcadia. Within its blood stained walls and rusted cells were the souls of a hundred walking corpses that weren’t even aware they had passed on. The world had forgotten them, their lives over, and the only record of their humanity being the name and inmate number etched into the books.”
“Yet, somehow, you all found your way out of the depths of Arcadia, didn’t you? Dug up and allowed to walk the levels once more despite your death date having been firmly cemented in history.”
“And with that newfound freedom you devoted your lives to the woman who dug you up, allowing Narcissa to control you even more than your fear of the reaper ever could. Do you truly believe that following her is the way to your salvation?”
“Or, perhaps, you’re simply unaware that she’s leading you straight to hell.”
“Narcissa has all the power in the world to put you in your graves. You saw it with Lucky, didn’t you? Once one of you proved to no longer be useful to her she splattered his brain matter all across the ground. Run as you might she forever holds the shovel in her hands that could bring an end to the life you cling so desperately to.”
“Because at the end of the day you aren’t people to her.”
“You’re just corpses who haven’t realized you’re dead yet.”
“Even now as I hunt through the levels for my allies I know exactly what you represent. You have my friends, of course, but more than that… You’re simply bait.”
“She wants me somewhere, doesn’t she? She knows I’ll come not just for Apokalypsis, but for you.”
“And once I’m there, she won’t care what happens to you.”
“Unlike you, Deathrow, I’m not scared of my own demise. I’ve died a hundred times before, I’ll likely die a thousand times before I finally take my last breath.”
“You won’t be able to stop me from bringing war to Olympus and Anarchy in the arena.”
“With thunderous blows and undying determination I’ll bury every single one of you six feet under.”
“A slew of nameless corpses in the ever growing graveyard that is Arcadia.”
“I will be your desolation.”
“I will be the shovel that buries you beneath the soil.”
“I will be the war that ends you.”
“And War? War never changes.”