800+ years ago…
Beatle laid on Aurora’s lap, as Aurora giggled, smiling and blushing, slowly singing…
“Hey Jude, don''t make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.”
Now… eons later..
“BIBINGKA, BITCHES!!!” yelled an Aswang, charging into the gates of Hell and blowing himself up with a bomb.
The Aswangs ticked in unison while charging forward.
They marched, moving forward while some of the ones in the front line are eradicated and blown up.
Each of them raised their hands formed in a nearly-closed fist with a hole in the middle.
“Hey Jude, don''t make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let him into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don’t cry those tears.
Take a crow’s quill, and paint its feathers.
Remember, to not destroy his star.
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don’t make him cry.
He calls himself thine own lover.
Remember, to not destroy his heart.
Then you can start to make it better.
So cry it out and let us in.
Hey Jude, give in.
You’re waiting for someone to begin with.
So burn it all and wring it in.
Hey Jude, begin.
You’re losing the thing you’re in love with.
Hey Jude. Don’t make it sad.
Take a sad song, and find your lover.
REmember, to let ‘im into your heart.
So you can start to make it better.
Na na na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Hey Jude… (Iscariot).
Na na na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Hey Jude… (Iscariot).”
“FOR THE PARLIAMENT!!!”
“ALL HAIL THE SAINT KING!!!”
Each soldier is shot while they carry more bombs into the gates of Hell, each one causing a tiny crack that tethers our world with Hell’s.
“NA, NA, NA, NA, NANANA NA!!! NANANA NAAAA!!! Hey JUDE!!!”
“FOR ALLAH!!!” yelled an Aswang.
“FOR GOD!!!” yelled another.
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“FOR ADONAI!!!” yelled yet another.
“FOR BUDDHA!!!”
“FOR BATHALA!!!”
“FOR THE SAINT KING!!!”
Each Aswang is shot and cut down like lambs to the slaughter, but they succeed in breaching Hell itself to free many of the other Aswangs being slaughtered in the Splooge Factory.
The group sees this on the news and they look in horror.
“You’re the face of this Empire. You decide what our futures will be. Do you understand?” asked Beatle, watching this with Miguel.
“I understand,” said Miguel, crossing his arms.
“So, whatever they see you do out there will be what the empire will write about to not only create their own narrative but to continue surviving. Your media is much more free with what they’re allowed to show. Don’t forget, the media is the fourth branch of the government.”
“So, you’re saying my feelings don’t matter?”
Beatle is taken aback by that statement, while Miguel just monotonously spoke with him.
“Well? Do they?” asked Miguel, speaking like some kinda zombie.
“No. Of course they do.”
“Hm… Sometimes I can’t believe that anymore.”
“What? Why?”
“Interesting. Now I know how every Anna feels. You sound incredibly stupid.”
“Tell me why.”
“Why do you think I’m angry?”
“Because I made you feel stupid.”
“Because you don’t care about my feelings. From me committing murder. From Anna breaking my heart. To my forced wedding. I’m just an object to you, aren’t I? Just like Prometheus.”
“Kid. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No. I don’t think you understand how dangerous you are.”
“I’m not a knife.”
“You called me a knife as well.”
“YOU KILLED MY MASTER!!!”
“And you can kill someone else’s. I’m sorry if you feel that way but our duty is our only way to survive...”
“Survival won’t ever matter lest we live, even just a little. Please, lemme live a little. Let us… live a little. Let YOURSELF, live a little. Even self-loathing is a form of nihilism. And you’re making me a version of you.”
Beatle roars. “I’m making you THE BEST VERSION OF YOU!!! YOU THINK I ENJOY DOING THIS TO KIDS!?!? YOU THINK PROMETHEUS WANTED TO SEE HIMSELF GO THROUGH THIS!?!?”
“YES!!!”
“PROVE IT!!!”
“BECAUSE I WANNA DO IT TO MYSELF TOO!!!” Miguel tears up. “I don’t want to be the Emperor.”
“But the whole Multiverse expects everything from you.”
“I expect nothing more from the Multiverse.”
“Then why fight it?”
“Because I’m not replaceable.”
“Oh, Miguel. ANYONE… CAN BE REPLACED!!! EVERYONE… WILL BE REPLACED!!!”
“Not me,” smiled Miguel.
Beatle’s eyes widen.
“That’s what makes me different. I’m the only one who manages to care about himself. Even just a little. I’m done wanting to hate myself. When I rule, it’d be on my terms, go it? GOT IT!?!?”
“I am Beatle St. King.”
“And I am your only hope. If you want me to keep doing this, give me a chance to FIX THINGS WITH ANNA!!!”
“No.”
Miguel punches Beatle. “That wasn’t a request.”
“We are partners.”
“THEN CONSIDER IT OVER IF YOU MEDDLE WITH MY RELATIONSHIPS AGAIN!!!”
“You’ll create another Aurora.”
“No… he won’t…” said Lovely, walking into the room. Lovely tears up. “I’m alone, okay? But I can’t drag you down with me because of that.”
“Divorce?” asked Miguel.
Lovely shakes her head. “I’ll back off… Okay? We can stay married, so the public won’t hunt you for it. But I’ll go to another universe so I won’t hurt you anymore. But, that won’t guarantee Anna will forgive you.”
“You were great. Last six months, huh?”
“So were you. I’ll. stay away.”
“Why’d you break us up… Why did you do this?”
Lovely activates her holo-mask, revealing she’s Rabura. “Because… I always loved you.”
Miguel laughs. “Heh… Laid with a VTuber. Awesome.”
“Yeah… But...” said Lovely, deactivating her mask. “Go to her. At the right time.”
“At the right time,,” nodded Miguel.