El Mariachi Muerte walks through halls of the Arcadian hospital, playing his guitar. A flow of notes rise visually into the air, cascading down upon the sick and the maimed alike.
“La canción de la muerte, the song of death. It takes on many a shape and sound. To some death comes as a slow dirge, melodious and sinisterly crawling its way into existence. To others, death is a war march, filled with bravado and power.”
Those on their deathbeds, the music touches them, leading them peacefully into the eternal sleep.
One by one, they fall to Death’s song.
“But no matter the path it takes, the song plays to the same end. A resounding chord that carries the soul to Anthestria and beyond.”
“Those notes flow from the strings of my guitar.”
“Gemini, Drewit. Mi amigos. You both stamp your mark on Arcadia in your own way, but ultimately we are bound by the same song, together. The machine of Apokalypsis keeps turning as our song continues to play.”
♫ Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction ♫
“Your songs of pestilence follow a slow, mournful tune, mi amiga. Beginning first with the clashing chords of infliction, and slowly decaying towards their bleak climax.”
“From the moment your song is heard, Gemini, it’s destination is already decided. My guitar plays for your victims, Anthestria awaits those souls touched by your song. For in the end, your pestilence leads to my song of death.”
♫ In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds ♫
“So too does your war march, Drewitt mi amigo. War is a constant, it never changes. Souls that march to the beat of your drum, march themselves towards an end decided by fate.”
“I hear the beat of your drum approaching, leading souls towards the song that awaits them. My song… La canción de la muerte.”
♫ Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning ♫
“We are united by mission. Each with our own vested interest in finding that fifth key. For it is through our mission that Gemini will be rid of her pestilence, that Drewitt may find the end to his eternal curse.”
“And only through our success will I see mi amore once more.”
“Yet our success is determined by the culmination of our songs, played as one. Pestilence, war. These are but means to an end that without La Música, would have no destination.”
“For as much as you play a part in the song of death, I write the music. I pour over the manuscript and pen the notes. That by war or pestilence, llega la muerte… Death comes.”
“I need you both, mi amigos, to be playing your part in my song. Through our unity, Apokalpsis reigns. As much as I need you, you need me more.”
“For the strings of my guitar hold the song of death, in all its power.”
“No matter how your song sounds to the ear, my song punctuates its end.”