Sikalak screams in horror, being injected with various types of animal blood and the blood of demons, slowly transforming into an Aswang.


    Sikalak drops down from the pod and wheezes, trying to control his breathing.


    Before him fell, Sikabay, a creature who is a female Aswang.


    They feel their bodies warping with each vein wriggling inside, trying to morph their bodies into something else as they instinctively try to mate, but Sikalak breaks free and eases Sikabay.


    Sikalak purrs and tries to speak. “We… are… alive… once more… Bodies… made… life… again…”


    Sikabay purrs. “What are we…?“


    “I… a Native from the Malays…”


    “I… from Formosa.”


    “Hey…” said Sikalak. “I don’t… I don’t remember… name.”


    “Me neither,” said Sikabay. “What… are we…?” she gasped, before seeing thousands of others like them being experimented on with magical demon’s blood.


    They look at each other.


    They break each of them free, shattering the glass only for two Pantheons to enter, Kaptan and Magwayen.


    “Hello! Welcome to life once more, Aswangs!” smiled Magwayen. “Our new army! We are Pantheons. Your gods!”


    “Where… Where… our… families…?” asked Sikalak. “WHERE… MY… DAUGHTER!?!?” he roared. “UYAAAAA!!! UYAAAAA!!!”


    “Your daughter is dead. We are sorry.”


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    Sikalak growls and charges toward Magwayen only for Kaptan to hammer his fist into Sikalak’s throat, immediately knocking him down.


    Sikalak smiles and beats him over and over, before removing all the air from his lungs.


    Sikabay tries to attack them as well, charging toward Magwayen but she stops her with water.


    “We… are your gods… We shall call your nation… Ma-It… Your nation shall be our domain… You… SHALL BUILD EMPIRES FOR US!!! FOR… THAT IS THINE PURPOSE!!! A sad and pathetic display it was.” he leaned to Sikalak.


    “From the years 500 AD to 1339, we… built… empires… We built… so many… Each stone that built their lands… each grain the fed these people… We were the most skilled artisan slaves in Asia. Feared and respected by the Chinese up north. More people came, seeing the power of the Aswangs, hailing the Emperor Kaptan and Empress Magwayen. However, at some point, Humanity, and Aswangkind, worked together as one… We joined together… and battled in the great rebellion…”


    Sikabay smiles, touching Sikalak’s face.


    Sikabay smiles while dancing to the old folk music with Kulintangs, Kudyapis, and Gabbangs playing a beautiful sound allowing her to move freely, looking like a prototype of the Native Dances in Cebu and the native dances in the mountain tribes. Sikalak, who sighed while the Pantheon soldiers placed devices and tubes all over him for testing, but Sikabay mishchievously beats up the soldiers and grabs Sikalak.


    “What are you-?” asked Sikalak.


    “Come with me,” she giggled, as Sikalak and Sikabay proceeded to fly among the beautiful jungles of Cagayan de Oro, rice fields they made all over the land, and even reaching the far north during their flight, reaching the far Cordilleras.


    Sikalak and Sikabay laugh while dancing in the rain, similarly to Miguel and Anna, much later on, just like them, resting their heads on each other.


    The pair finish, staring at the stars while he rested his head on her lap.


    “Hey,” said Sikalak. “I love you.”


    “So do I,” said Sikabay. “We… made a language… Built a nation for ourselves… Here we are… Now, what?”


    “Now… We live in peace. Underneath our rulers…”


    “But… Sikalak… That’s the thing… I’ve… joined the rebellion.”


    “Bay… Bay, why? We have a daughter…”


    “Lak…” said Sikabay. “The rebellion is the answer to everything. It is meant to show us what we are… what we can do… what we can become.”


    “Why?”


    “Because… They killed our families… forced us to build their culture… No nations should be bult on the backs of slaves.”


    Sikalak grabs Bay’s hand.


    Sikalak sighs. “Bay… Promise me that this wouldn’t destroy everything we’ve built…”


    “I promise…” smiled Sikabay. “If you love something so badly… Why would I want to destroy it…?” she smiled, drawing a star on the ground.


    Sikalak’s eyes quiver, grabbing Sikabay’s body and Sikalawa’s little corpse.


    Sikalak screams in horror, sobbing, as a flag with a star on it falls on the ground.


    Sikalak screams and yells, angrily.


    Sikalak opens his eyes… Now… He is Doomer…


    Doomer Prime sighs, grabbing his hand just as he did Bay’s. “My Lord…”


    “Feeling sentimental, are we, Sikalak? You, after all, created our nation… I should give our elders respect, but I don’t respect that feeling.”


    “Oh please, Morningstar. You FEEL it all the time,” he leaned before her, as she scoffed.


    “Tch-...” she said.


    “Besides… If you didn’t exist, I’d be Beatle… and Bay would’ve been you… History just happens to be a cycle. It just depends on how much you’ve excelled with your… morals… to become who you are now…” said Doomer, sighing.