---[This story has taken several liberties with the character's actual ending]---
The church reminded him of his sister's passing. It's looming Gothic structure gave him the impression of an angry father preparing to beat his child, much like his own father was apt to do whenever they talked. He didn't have good memories of his family. It was a twisted past wrought with yelling, and fighting, and screaming, and hurting. The one sacred memory he had was of his sister. If he had the same power bestowed upon the Pope, he would have sanctified her. She was a holy light which shined in the darkness of his mind.
But one man took that all away. That man violently took the life of the one precious family member that he actually cared about. It was a memory filled with clouds of black soot and fiery brimstone that rained from a sky of red.
He remembered her face the day she passed away. She looked happy, dressed all in white. She was getting married that day to someone he had never met. It angered him, and it ate his soul to the core. He considered killing that stranger. Who knows what this man did? Gangsters were a dime a dozen. Drug dealers could be measured in pennies. He could have been one. But she was happy. For his sister he could overlook any sin. But a man other than the one she was supposed to marry took both of them away forever. He still had some anger and suspicion of the one who was to marry her, but he was no longer of this world. All that anger. All that rage. All that fury was now focused on another man. And that man was waiting in the church in front of him.
The only thing that stood between him and that man now was a large wooden door. On it was a painstakingly carved effigy. It depicted the fourth sorrowful mystery, Christ carrying the cross. His fingers slowly traced the carving. It was truly beautiful. He made the sign of the cross, kissed his hand, and ran his thumb on the feet of Christ. Then he said a silent prayer and asked for forgiveness for the sin he was about to commit.
He made the sign of the cross again. Then with a heavy shove, he threw open the doors. They creaked with age, but flew open quickly from the force of his blow. The rusted hinges gave way, and the doors fell, which threw a cloud of dust into the air. He imagined he must have looked like the fallen angel Lucifer seeking redemption, the way street lights illuminated his silhouette in the dust cloud. He marched forward with a purpose.
His target was seated before him in front of the alter. The mural of Christ on the cross towered behind him, and the street lights that shined through the stained glass, gave his enemy a sort of eerie halo the way it reflected off his clothes. He was dressed all in white, with a flowing cape behind him, and an iron shoulder guard shaped into the form of a lion. He looked like the son of man descended from heaven. But, he was a mockery of a faux king. He spat with revulsion at the sight.
The man perked an eyebrow. He stood from his place at the alter, and swept his hair back. He stared back with steely eyes, and a face that appeared to be filled with derision and contempt.
"Who are you?" His enemy asked with a slow drawl.
He could feel his blood boiling, Everything about this man just angered him more.
"Before I answer that. Let me ask you first. Are you Jin Kazama?"
The man gave him a careful nod.
He held back a sadistic smile. This was not the time to smile. With a stone face and a menacing frown, he pointed at Jin Kazama. He made sure to speak clearly just to make sure that he wasn't misunderstood. It was important for this man to hear these words.
"I am Miguel Caballero Rojo. You killed my sister. Prepare to die."
----[FIN]-----
Yes that was a punchline at the end. The joke in the title is related to the fact that Indigo is the most popular misspelling/mispronunciation of Inigo Montoya from Princess Bride.