“Santa Muerte, gracias por sus bendiciones.”
The most holy Saint Death stands in silence just as she’s always done. Silent and yet never judgemental. When you are the personification of the end, it is not your job to be the judge. Your job is to pull both sin and sinner into the sweet embrace. For a man like TRIV, such a deity is necessary.
“I believe in duality. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Knights and rogues. I still somewhat believe in the concept of purity in both sides. What is amongst the light is the brightest and whatever is in the dark deserved to rot. But as I continue my path, I am presented with changes that challenge all that. Why does the dirt embrace me even as I try to keep myself clean?”
The question is earnest and heartfelt. If there is an answer, he can’t find it.
“It is all a mystery to me, Santisma. I came into MASQ to do what I could never do in Guadalajara. I wanted to make my familia proud. And yet, something else calls to me. The more I learn about this place, the more I wish to dig into the depths of it. There is something here that is screaming and in order to find what it is, everything has led to El Supervilliano and La Familia Del Abmiso.”
Indeed. The strangeness of MASQ connects to El Maestro Del Caos in a deeper way than most. He is tapped into the soul of the place, even if he himself has forgotten the why.
“In order to find the truth here, that means getting my hands dirty again. The first time I did such a thing was out of obligation. Los Rebeldes gave me a chance to potentially escape the fate given to me at the cost of servitude. El Supervilliano is the same. He requests me to be his weapon as he proceeds towards his ultimate goal: Rogue Number One as MASQ’s Number One. And I will do it. I gave him my word and el diamante no se rompe.
But it doesn’t come without cost. Protection from whatever madness lay in his head? A place as his right hand? Sí. Yet there is something more priceless than those…”
TRIV shakes his head and switches the topic.
“Caos. That is what he says is in that box. That is also what this match presents itself to be. Organized in the entries, with long stretches of chaos in between. Anything can happen in such a situation and with such a giant prize on the line, there is no doubt in my mind that it will. In order to grow stronger, I will embrace it. I will grow harder, sharper, and shine in real time. Shine beyond the dirt and grime I am currently caked in.”
And with this, he pours a drink to the chosen saint in devotion.
“Please keep your blessings on me until the end.”