《The Interdimensional Versejumpers of Spades》 The Aswang Prince Miguel¡¯s eyes widen, preparing his fighting stance and powering up. He yells out, ¡°HELL¡­ FAIYAAAAAA!!!¡± He crosses his arms with closed fists, flexing out his thumbs, indexes, and middles, and blasts out a Hell Fire attack, burning everything in the distance. Miguel brutally punches and kicks several demons who shoot at Miguel with their blasters. Miguel slaps each blast away and proceeds to charge flying while facing his knuckles forward and proceeding to tackle his enemy so hard that he gets knocked out. Miguel holds his fist up and sneers. Miguel begins dancing, humping the air, and proceeding to do the Harlem Shake. He does the Russian Kick Dance and holds up his hands like a ballerina, proceeding to tiptoe away while his enemies groan, each brimming with seething annoyance and irritation. Miguel began to sneer and laugh as he burned everything in his path, proceeding to beat his enemies with his blunt stone-filled knuckles. ¡°ALL HAIL¡­ BEATLE ST. KING!!!¡± Miguel walked out of the building. ¡°I SAVED THIS CITY!!!¡± he smiled, before people began throwing trash at him. ¡°ASWANGS SHOULD BE HEARD TICKING¡­ NOT SEEN!!!¡± roared one man, throwing plastic bottles filled with rocks. ¡°GO BACK TO THE FORESTS, CRITTER!!!¡± yelled a woman, throwing various spices and balut. ¡°TICK OFF, TICKER!!!¡± roared a man throwing manure. ¡°ASWANGS HAVE NO SOULS!!!¡± ¡°NO SOULS!!! KEEP FUELING US!!!¡± ¡°EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND LOVE IS FOSSIL FUEL!!!¡± Miguel sighs happily. ¡°What a wonderful day!¡± he smiled, before balut splatters all over his face. Beatle lands before the crowd and growls. ¡°EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!¡± Beatle shoots down from the sky and everyone runs away, screaming. Beatle sighs. ¡°You alright? That could¡¯ve been the third beating this month.¡± ¡°It¡¯s cool¡­¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°78% of your old school still supports Aswangkind. The 22% were¡­ iffy¡­ with current world events. Various fires. Extreme cold. Various airplane crashes. Terrorisms. Wars in the Middle East. God¡¯s Vengeance truly bleeds all over the Multiverse.¡± ¡°Okay! I¡¯ve got this!¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°How¡¯s paper work?¡± ¡°Death! HAHA!!! ABSOLUTELY LIVID!!! But¡­ otherwise okay.¡± ¡°Not easy¡­ I¡¯ve been doin¡¯ somethin¡¯ like this for 800 years¡­ not within such a scale, however¡­ Not that different from the time we became a Parliament, however. Quite awesome, I must say.¡± Beatle opens a portal and Miguel falls face-first into his pillow and screams into it. ¡°KRRRYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!¡± roared Miguel. ¡°How¡¯s the wife? Divorced yet?¡± asked Beatle. ¡°Anna and I are taking some time apart¡­ To be fair, she thought I was dead at the time¡­ So¡­ I really can¡¯t blame her.¡± ¡°My Sabbath did pretty much the same to me¡­ With Death Leopard of all people.¡± ¡°She did it with some random dude. They broke it off and I returned like a year later with my daughter. She thought I was dead. Baked cookies to ease the um¡­ I¡¯m not comfortable talking about this.¡± ¡°I understand. I respect that, kid.¡± Miguel laughs and sits down on his bed. ¡°I got custody over Gabrielle.¡± ¡°Good,¡± said Beatle. Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver. ¡°Am I¡­ Are we¡­ undesirable?¡± Beatle sighs, sitting next to him. ¡°Anne¡¯s usually end up with their Miguel¡¯s. Don¡¯t worry about it. You¡¯re young. This¡¯ll pass.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t stop thinking¡­ about¡­ their bodies just sweaty and-...¡± ¡°I know¡­¡± said Beatle. ¡°Jesus. Ease with the sexy time. Any more and I¡¯d get a boner.¡± Miguel laughs. ¡°Same¡­ But it¡¯s a raging one¡­ one that¡¯s¡­ territorial-...¡± ¡°And you made it weird¡­¡± said Beatle, standing up. Miguel laughs. ¡°Sorry.¡± Beatle snickers. ¡°Anna loves you¡­ She just did so because¡­ she felt alone without you. Had too much in her hands¡­ Everyone has their needs.¡± ¡°And everyone has the right to be angry. I know it isn¡¯t her fault, but I¡¯m allowed to feel frustrated that it happened. Not with her, but the situation. It sucks, I know¡­ and it hurts¡­ And sometimes I wonder if I even deserve love¡­ If I deserve¡­ anyone¡­ That¡¯s an expression of autonomy, right?¡° Beatle sighs. ¡°Autonomy. Of course. Anger is¡­ But not loneliness¡­ Anna will be back with you. It¡¯s fate.¡± ¡°How about¡­ your Anna¡­ If you don¡¯t mind me asking?¡± ¡°I chose my people.¡± Miguel laughs and wipes his own tears, posing like a robot. ¡°I chose my people. Meep morp.¡± Miguel laughed as Beatle punches his shoulder, laughing. Beatle sighs. ¡°Seriously, though. Some people would rather die than be alone¡­ They see¡­ death preferable. Those people are dangerous. Just¡­ be glad that you¡¯re happy doing what you do.¡± ¡°Thank you, Beatle¡­ If¡­ I didn¡¯t have Prometheus¡­ would I be the same Aswang I am now¡­?¡± You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. ¡°Sure¡­ Sure you will, kid¡­¡± Meanwhile¡­ Doomer walks around the rain while he depressingly looks up to the sky. Doomer looks up to the sky and sighs, allowing the rain to drip all over his face. ¡°I will¡­ find you, Sikabay¡­¡± He reaches up to the stars. ¡°I will¡­ Soon¡­ Just lemme do this one last job¡­ as per Morningstar-Prime¡¯s instruction¡­ Then I will kill myself¡­ and return to you¡­ I¡­ Doomer¡­ will always return to you, my Love. For I, am, Strength¡­¡± Doomer nearly gets run over by a motorcycle and he transforms into a black Aswang, ticking the joints in his wings as he charges, takes out a glock, and guns each person down. He steals the motorcycle, seeing that there are files in it. This government vehicle is revealed to be one of Prometheus¡¯ CoolDudeCycles right after the CoolDudeBus was franchised. Doomer sighs while his glowing red eyes charge into the darkness, ridden by his bike. ¡°Doomer ¡®Prime¡¯?¡±¡® asked Miguel. ¡°Doomer Prime¡­¡± said the Reaper. ¡°...is a very violent Aswang lieutenant of Morningstar Prime¡­ Unlike you, Miguel, he is purely an Aswang, and merely trained in the Usog Arts and got strong enough to probably even be able to defeat you. Do NOT engage him. Not even I can defeat him. Originally named ¡®Sikalak¡¯ in Philippine Myth, he is the Multiverse¡¯s first Aswang found in Cebu and founded the Ma¡¯i Empire, which would later be colonized and become the Philippines. He was created by the Pantheon and was turned into a weapon. Originally an Igorot, he settled in Cebu. His genes were manipulated via the Bamboo Splitter, a device made by the Pantheons that splices the genes of Homo Sapiens with other species. He fell for his experimentmate, Sikabay. Their original names are lost from history, but Sikalak and Sikabay were turned into the first two Aswangs, the rightful natives of Ma¡¯i. Eventually, Humans would settle in the islands and wipe the Aswang genome out through interbreeding and¡­ well¡­ war¡­ Thus, Aswangs had to shapeshift into men to be different.¡± ¡°I thought Sikalak and Sikabay were the first Filipinos?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°They were,¡± said the Reaper. ¡°Just not Humans¡­ They captured Humans invited Humans from other nations surrounding Ma¡¯i to avoid inbreeding.¡± ¡°¡®Doomer?¡¯¡± ¡°Actually, it¡¯s a mispronounciation of ¡®Duma¡¯, the Ilokano word for unique.¡± ¡°Huh¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°IMMA FIGHT ¡®IM!!!¡± ¡°Miguel, he¡¯d kill you.¡± ¡°Aw¡­ Fine¡­¡± sighed Miguel. ¡°Do not engage, kid¡­ He¡¯s known to have killed Pantheons before¡­ with a fucking chicken bone.¡± ¡°Alright. So, dude¡¯s John Wick. No biggie. I¡¯ve beat up normies before who thought they were John Wick.¡± ¡°Yes, Miguel. But this one is ACTUALLY the John Wick of Aswangs. DO NOT¡­ ENGAGE¡­¡± Miguel sighs. ¡°Fine¡­ BT Dubs¡­ What do I NOT do in case I DO meet him?¡± The Reaper: ¡°Don¡¯t rile him up and threaten his strength. Aswangs are territorial. I hunted your kind. I should know¡­¡± Later¡­ Miguel, in the streets of Manila, stands on a train waiting for Doomer. Miguel smiles, preparing to fight him. ¡°HEY DOOMER!!! THE PHILIPPINES CALLED!!! THEY WANT THEIR ISLANDS BACK!!!¡± While lightning strikes in the background, Doomer is immediately looming over Miguel. Miguel smirks with happiness. ¡°What?¡± asked Doomer. ¡°I¡¯m here to deck your halls with boughs of jolly¡­¡± smirked Miguel. ¡°Why?¡± asked Doomer. ¡°To END¡­ This war!!!¡± yelled Miguel. ¡°YOU¡¯RE She-Devil¡¯s current head of the Splooge Factory! Assassinating you would free my people!!!¡± ¡°Falalala¡­ Fuck¡­ YOU!!!¡± Doomer punches Miguel once and he crashes into Egypt. Doomer moves so quickly he practically teleports in front of Miguel. Miguel lands and crashes into a pyramid, which, of course, explodes. He vomits blood upon a single glance at Doomer¡¯s eye, who grabs Miguel¡¯s head and violently hammers his fist into his stomach over and over. Doomer snaps Miguel¡¯s neck, but he regenerates. Doomer just beats Miguel over and over again. ¡°DUMAMA!!!¡± roared Doomer, hammering his blunt knuckles into Miguel¡¯s bones. Miguel falls to the ground and vomits more blood. He¡¯s on another planet, not even in his own world or his own universe. He believes that he can breathe on this planet, and thus, is able to breathe. Miguel stands up only for Doomer to strangle him, hammering his head into the habitable planet and blowing it up. Doomer beats Miguel over and over, twisting his arms apart and mauling him like he was a lego ragdoll. Doomer snaps his neck again and Miguel keeps on regenerating but simply just thrown around like a ragdoll. Doomer runs and appears right back on the train where they met and Miguel is held by the neck, carried up by Doomer. Doomer smiles. ¡°Cute¡­¡± He squeezes his fist and snaps Miguel¡¯s neck. Miguel, of course, regenerates. ¡°Harder¡­ DADDY!!!¡± Miguel lands a strike but his fist¡¯s bones just shatters and explodes upon the quick impact. Doomer sighs. ¡°Don¡¯t call me again You¡¯ll regret it.¡° Doomer just drops Miguel¡¯s body as his body crashes and blows up an oil tanker. The next day¡­ Miguel, beaten and battered, but healing at the same time, has an eye that twitches while he walks into the alleyway. ¡°Hey, Miguel,¡± said Tyrone, wearing a hood. ¡°Get the fuck away from me¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°Anna never deserved you. You know that, right?¡± ¡°You can have her. Just leave me alone¡­¡± said Miguel, walking away. ¡°Miguel!¡± yelled Tyrone. ¡°IT¡¯S TIME TO END THIS!!!¡± Two other men come up in front of him from the corner and he just wall crawls up, walking while the world was on its side. Tyrone throws the knife and Miguel catches it. Miguel sighs. ¡°Look-...¡± Suddenly, he feels¡­ poisoned¡­ He grabbed the knife by its blade, and he got cut, with Hell¡¯s Blade slowly seeping its poison into his hand. He falls to the ground and Tyrone and his two lackeys begin beating Miguel. ¡°She loves ME!!! HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL!?!? HUH!?!? OUR BODIES TOGETHER FILLED WITH ECSTACY!!!?¡± Miguel just smiles, allowing Tyrone to beat him. ¡°No wonder, Pro died¡­¡± Miguel¡¯s smile disappears. ¡°You should¡¯ve thanked me for teaching you a lesson¡­ You don¡¯t¡­ fuck WITH ME!!! EVER¡­ AGAIN!!!¡± Miguel catches his fist. ¡°Oh, what? You gonna punch-?¡± Miguel releases his claws and punches the bottom of Tyrone¡¯s chin. He gags and chokes, screaming in horror as Miguel just throws him into the wall, with his body splattering to the ground. The other pair use their Usogs: Lightning and Water, but Miguel just grabs the Lightning-User¡¯s head and bashes his head into the pavement over and over until his brains spill out of his fractured skull. Miguel just wails like an animal and gouges the man¡¯s eyes out and beats his head over and over. The next guy removes the water from his blood and Miguel claws him in the chest over and over. ¡°GIMME!!! GIMME!!! GIMME, GIMME, GIMME!!! KRRYEEAAAAH!!!¡± Miguel kicks his head, decapitating him with a quick strike. Miguel roars, ¡°B-B-B-BIBINGKA, BITCH!!!¡± he roared, crushing the man¡¯s head. Tyrone regenerates but Miguel grabs his head and beats him over and over again. ¡°I ONLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING COCKROACH MANWHORE!!! FUCKING MY WIFE!?!? GETTING MY DAUGHTER KIDNAPPED!?!? GETTING PRO KILLED YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!¡± Miguel kicks his face over and over. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I just loved her¡­ And she chose-...¡± Miguel grabs him by the head and beats him over and over, scraping his face in the stone wall and hammering his head into the wall. Miguel transforms into an Aswang and bites his neck, tearing out his veins, especially his jugular vein, and just feasts on him. He tears out his crotch and eats it as well. He, of course, regenerates, but Miguel grabs the Hell¡¯s Knife and cruelly stabs his crotch over and over as he screams in horror and pain, sobbing as Miguel sticks the knife and and kicks him over and over with bones crackling, blood curdling, and brains spurting. ¡°FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK¡­ YOU!!! SHIT!!! YOU FUCKIN¡¯ WHORE-ASS WANNABE DICKHOLE WHO THINKS HE¡¯S BETTER¡­ THAN EVERYONE¡­ ELSE!!! YOU MADE MY LIFE A LIVIN¡¯ FUCKING HELL!!! YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!!! YOU NEARLY GOT MY KID KILLED!!! YOU GOT MY GRANDPA KILLED!!! PETTY ASS WEAKLING!!! SHITSTAIN!!! DOGSHIT!!! HORSESHIT!!! BITCH!!! SL*T!!! DIEEEEE!!!¡± Miguel pants, tired¡­ hands twitching¡­ blood smeared across all over his body. He doesn¡¯t say anything. He just smiles. Miguel spits phlegm on his body. He grabs it and ties his intestinal chord to his car and proceeds to drive away, driving his body across town. Miguel does this during stopped time, so no one could see. Miguel just drives¡­ angrily¡­ Miguel enters home, now clean. Very clean. Anna smells cleaning fluid all over Miguel. ¡°What did you do?¡± asked Anna, seeing Miguel a tad bit fatter. ¡°Nothing that you SHOULD care about,¡± said Miguel, walking past her. ¡°Cook dinner or not, I don¡¯t care. Just stay outta my way. Never mind. I¡¯ll cook. Go¡­ be¡­ somewhere away from¡­ me¡­ or whatever¡­¡± Arachne drinks coffee. ¡°You should really apologize.¡± ¡°Shut up and eat your veggies,¡± said Anna, sighing. Gabrielle Azral Morningstar Prime strikes the poor child with a bamboo. ¡°10 Hours outside, 10 years in this room¡­ You are a weapon¡­¡± said Morningstar Prime, striking her again. ¡°Your purpose¡­ IS VENGEANCE¡­ For your father abandoning you¡­¡± She strikes Gabrielle again. ¡°You purpose¡­ IS VENGEANCE.. For your father abandoning you..¡± She strikes Gabrielle again, repeating this over, and over, and over again¡­ Now¡­ Gabrielle walks around at the public market smelling the awful smell of fish and meat everywhere. She sighs, as some young men whistle upon seeing her. She says, ¡°Hmph¡­¡± and avoids confrontation as much as possible. Gabrielle sighs, grabbing some Salmon head to turn into in Sinigang later and buying it from the sweet old lady. ¡°10 Units,¡± smiled the lady, as Gabrielle smiled subtly and is offered the meat. ¡°HEY!!!¡± roared the man. ¡°YOU¡¯RE HIS KID, AREN¡¯TCHA!?!?¡± asked the man. ¡°Your Dad met my brother when he was on a job!!! WHERE IS HE!?!?¡± ¡°Hmph¡­¡± Gabrielle turns and walks away. ¡°HEY!!! BITCH!!!¡± ¡°Please leave me alone,¡± said Gabrielle. ¡°I don¡¯t want to fight¡­ Not anymore¡­¡± ¡°HEY!!!¡± The man appears before her and prepares a stance. He prepares controlling ice. ¡°C¡¯MON, BITCH!!!¡± Gabrielle smiles nervously. ¡°Mom just asked me to buy some ingredients for today¡­ No need for violence-...¡± The man punches her, and she snaps and punches him to the ground. ¡°Gotta be honest¡­ I killed before¡­¡° said Gabrielle. ¡°I was 12. Snapped the demon¡¯s neck who tried to have his way with me¡­ Go on, punk¡­ Make my hour¡­¡± The man stares at her eyes and proceeds to vomit, standing up, turning around, slipping into his vomit, then running away, crying and screaming. Gabrielle sighs, pinching her nose and turning around, walking away. ¡°Hmph¡­¡± ¡°Just shut up and eat your veggies¡­¡± sighed Anna, as Gabrielle is seen picking out the veggies out of her food. ¡°If you¡¯re not gonna eat it, why even buy it in the first place?¡± ¡°The meat¡¯s good¡­¡± ¡°Kid, if we have dinner, you should eat the same dinner with us. It¡¯s how all Pinoys do it.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t like Salmon¡­¡± she sighed. ¡°I LOVE SALMON!!!¡± Miguel passes by. ¡°Hey, kiddo¡­¡± he said, patting her head as anime flowers leave her head and she smiles sweetly. ¡°HI, PAPA!!!¡± she smiled, cutely as Miguel sighs. ¡°You¡¯re 15 and I¡¯m 21. Christ¡­ Your time in Hell just gives us a six-year age difference. People would start makin¡¯ rumors, y¡¯know?¡± ¡°Okay, Papa!¡± she smiled. ¡°Awtoto¡­¡± Miguel smiled, pinching her cheek. ¡°Lookie you! So biggie and wiggie!!!¡± ¡°OKAY PAPA!!!¡± she smiled. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± sighed Anna facepalming. ¡°She won¡¯t eat her veggies.¡± If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Gabrielle switches. ¡°Shut up, old hag. Tch-...¡± ¡°Gabrielle¡­ Don¡¯t talk to your mother that way,¡± said Miguel. ¡°Okay, Papa!¡± she switched, smiling cutely like a kitten. Miguel turns to Anna. ¡°Where are the others?¡± ¡°Work¡­¡± ¡°Mm¡­ Alright. Jed and Chris?¡± ¡°Selling balut.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ fertilized duck eggs. Very Filipino.¡± ¡±Ostrich, actually. The ones from Beatle¡¯s farm. They found a way to find a way of living when Beatle hired ¡®em to sell some of the extra Ostrich Eggs on his farm.¡± ¡°Arent they T-Rex sized!?!?¡° ¡°They sell the eggs like poultry. It¡¯s delectable. Even though it¡¯s fertilized, it¡¯s sold like a whole bird. Americans actually love that stuff. Its soup. Everything.¡± Meanwhile¡­ ¡°AHHHH!!!¡± yelled Jedan, running away from a horde of feral Aswangs wanting to eat them. ¡°WAHAHAHAHA!!!¡± yelled Chris. Mean-Meanwhile¡­ ¡°What about Gerard, Fred, and Thenes?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°Cafe downstairs?¡± asked Anna. ¡°They¡¯ve earned enough this month. We might be opening a Sari-Sari Store out back.¡± Gerard and Fred smile while selling coffee, tea, and other meals downstairs in the garage. ¡°Gerard always loved tea,¡± said Miguel. Meanest while¡­ ¡°And the Reaper?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°We¡­ don¡¯t know..¡± said Anna. Meeeeeaaan¡­ The Reaper looks into the distance while walking around in a Hellish Desert. Back to the scene¡­ ¡°We haven¡¯t seen ¡®im since your coronation,¡± said Anna. ¡°Right¡­ The Crusaders?¡± asked Miguel. Meanest Greenest While¡­ ¡°Sabbath and Led Zeppelin are upstairs handling the current state of Post-Apocalypse World to try and revitalize its urban progress,¡± said Anna. Sabbath sneezes and Led Zeppelin cleans her snot with some tissue. ¡°As you wish, M¡¯Lady,¡± said Led. Back to the scene¡­ ¡°Panthera and Green Day are patrolling in the Barangay. Now, that our home and Barangay Hall of Rizal Street went from bullying capital of Burnham City to the most prestigious capital of the Multiversal Empire, they¡¯ve been non-stop working¡­¡± Mean Mean Mean-... Panthera and Green Day both finish playing ML while the barangay kagawads and even the locked-up criminals watch them compete, cheering for them. Back to the scene¡­ Wow that¡¯s a lotta Back to the-... ¡°And Beatz?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°Doing business. Protecting the world,¡± said Anna. ¡°Anything else you wanna say¡­?¡± Anna tears up, but shakes her head. ¡°Bye Anna,¡± said Miguel, walking away. Gabrielle sighs. ¡°Honestly¡­ Gimme a damned break. Mom¡­ You have to tell Papa you¡¯re sorry¡­¡± ¡°For what!? That he abandoned me!?!?¡± asked Anna. ¡°You abandoned us. We were sorting MY LITERAL KIDNAPPING¡­!!!¡± ¡°I thought you were gone¡­ And I didn¡¯t know how to feel¡­ I have my needs, okay?¡± ¡°Cheating on Dad isn¡¯t a need. It literally is a law in the Family Code that you shouldn¡¯t do that especially in the accounted length of time.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t go to college,¡± said Anna. ¡°Ignorance of the law can¡¯t save you from it, Mom¡­ Neither is ignorance itself saving you from this damned conversation.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need this¡­¡± she facepalmed, walking away. Gabrielle looks away, saying, ¡°Hmph!¡± Billy and St. Princess meet up with Gabrielle. Gabrielle smirks. ¡°Hey, kids! Wanna talk to your Ate Gabby?¡± ¡°Shush!!!¡± yelled Billy. ¡°Shut up! Mrs. Devil just BOUGHT A LITERAL PYRAMID AND CAMPED OUT THERE FOR THREE MONTHS!!! Awesome!!!¡± ¡°Right¡­ Brain-rot¡­¡± sighed Gabrielle. ¡°St. Princess?¡± ¡°WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!!¡± smiled St. Princess, playing Roblox on her iPad. Gabrielle facepalms. ¡°Time to go for a walk¡­¡° Gabrielle walks outside and sees the street right now being heavily urbanized and industrialized as guards, the Kagawads, are seen marching in unison to protect the Barangay Hall. They each salute Gabrielle who scoffs. ¡°Princess Gabrielle Azral¡­¡± bowed one Kagawad. ¡°Would you need a bodyguard for-...?¡± ¡°Shut up. Nope,¡± said Gabrielle. ¡°Indeed, M¡¯Lady¡­ ALL HAIL, THE PROMETHEAN PARLIAMENT!!!¡± ¡°Mhm¡­¡± said Gabrielle, walking away. ¡°Whatever¡­¡± Suddenly, a guard from the distance points a gun at Gabrielle, as the guard pushes her away and is shot. Gabrielle senses this beforehand and manages to catch the bullet. ¡°HEY!!!¡± ¡°ALL HAIL¡­ BEATLE SAINT-...¡± The assassin guard is then shot thrice by the guard Gabrielle saved. Gabrielle walks toward him. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You¡¯re a fuckin¡¯ Prime-following scoundrel¡­¡± he whispered. ¡°My loyalties are to my father¡­ and if he believes in the St. King, I do, too.¡± ¡°Heh¡­ Lies¡­¡± ¡°You think I enjoyed working for Prime?¡± Gabrielle shows her old brand. ¡°She branded me with this¡­ Now, I branded it with a new symbol¡­¡± She has Beatle¡¯s symbol over her own, now with a ten-pointed star on her chest. ¡°Tch-...¡± ¡°Forgive me¡­ I am but a fool¡­¡± ¡°I¡­ I do¡­ Papa always told me to forgive my enemies¡­ So, I will¡­¡± ¡°Thank you¡­ My Lady¡­¡° He slowly wheezes to death. Gabrielle sighs, closing the man¡¯s eyes and walking away. She hitches a ride on a Modern Bus passing by and pays the bus around 12 Units. ¡°Tch-.. Overpricing¡­ Fuckin¡¯ Consuls¡­¡± she sighed, as the bus moved forward while she watched the night sky. Beatle St. King Beatle St. King finishes his speech only for the people to scream and yell insults at him. Beatle St. King closes his eyes and walks away. ¡°Beginning to think I¡¯m understanding Prometheus¡­¡± he told himself, before meeting a group of activists. ¡°ARE YOU ALL TIRED OF LIVING UNDER THE TYRANNY OF THE PROMETHEAN DYNASTY!?!? Join Doomer, who wishes to establish freedom once more!!!¡± yelled the activist, as Beatle just scoffed and passed by him. ¡°HEY!!! Well, well! If it isn¡¯t the self-proclaimed ¡®Messiah!!!¡¯¡± ¡°My predecessor self-proclaimed as well¡­ By a Samaritan woman by the well¡­ I self-proclaimed to my Human father¡­ and was beaten for it¡­ That moment¡­ Those moments¡­ Those very moments defined who we both would become¡­¡± ¡°I bet you want to force us to believe in your cause, DON¡¯T YOU!?!?¡± ¡°What I gave your people was an invitation. Not a mockery of your autonomy.¡± ¡°You wanna fight?¡± laughed the man. ¡°No,¡± said Beatle. ¡°So, the ¡®Warrior Messiah¡¯ is A COWARD!!!¡± ¡°I choose my battles. And you¡¯re not even a battle.¡± ¡°You see? He calls himself the Messiah, and yet he rebukes us with his madness and mockery of our very own strengths! I am a gay man! And he insults my capabilities and-!!!¡± ¡°I¡¯m bisexual.¡± ¡°LIAR!!! Jesus wasn¡¯t bi!!!¡± The crowd boos and rebukes him, yelling things like, ¡°COWARD!!!¡±, ¡°LIAR!!!¡±, ¡°YOU WANNA BE IN OUR AGENDA SO BADLY!?!?¡± or even ¡°FAKE F*G!!!¡± Beatle speaks. ¡°Comparing me to another person is a mockery of my own autonomy. My predecessor, as kind and loving as he was, was very traditional, but still believed in kindness toward all living things, regardless of who or what they desire. To compare me to His Greatness is a mockery of my autonomy and my faith. I will leave, for you are lost.¡± Beatle said, walking away while they throw things at him. ¡°You know NOTHING, WISE MAN!!¡± yelled the activist. ¡°Contradictory, but okay.¡± sighed Beatle, who drinks milk from his flask and coughs softly. ¡°WE KNOW OUR RIGHTS!!!¡± ¡°¡®Rights?¡¯ You actually dare to speak about ¡®knowing rights¡¯ to me? Believe me, I know you do. But rights cannot exist without responsibility nor without the accountability that comes with it¡­¡± Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. The Consul smiles and raises his hand, as the crowd turns to silence. ¡°Why should we listen to you? You have failed 800 years ago and you¡¯re trying to find a way to make sense of a reality so bleak¡­¡± said the Consul. ¡°That being?¡± ¡°You have no place in the world anymore¡­¡± said the Consul. ¡°We don¡¯t need a Messiah! A savior! We think you¡¯re a coward who does nothing to make our world better. Why try? Why not just leave? Take a break! A breather! For your own sake! Start a family!¡± ¡°My purpose is to serve and protect Humanity, for their innate right is equity, autonomy-...¡± ¡°Mr. Ibarra, please¡­ We¡¯re only trying to understand you¡­¡± ¡°You dare¡­ use my slave name¡­? Worse of all¡­ You think you could make sense of me?¡± ¡°Yes! You¡¯re just a regular joe like the rest of us! By Golly, if we work together-!!!¡± ¡°Never say that. Never try to say that you understand me. I spent my whole life being at the mercy of those who did. I literally DIED because people tried to make sense of my mannerisms, my personality, my quirks, crevices, and they called it ¡®madness¡¯. People called me ¡®mad¡¯ for being¡­ different. For being¡­ ¡®special¡­¡¯ The only thing special about me is how I struggle in every aspect of being a ¡®normal¡¯ Human. I hate you for that. Since, that is such a good question, it deserves one of its own. Why the fuck should I keep tryna save your sorry asses, who, mind you, are at the mercy of my feet, if you think you could understand¡­ me¡­?¡± ¡°My friend, Neurodivergence¡­ or¡­ ¡®Autism¡­¡¯ as they might say¡­¡± The Consul proudly says while Beatle¡¯s eye twitches. ¡°¡­just means you¡¯re a bit quirky and act a little funny. I mean, we¡¯re both men placed at high regard¡­ That doesn¡¯t mean you have the right to do whatever or use it as an excuse-...¡± Beatle punches the Consul and people in the crowd begin screaming and howling insults at him. ¡°Bitch. According to Abrahamic Law, you¡­ should be stoned for that¡­ Be glad I¡¯m FIlipino, and I¡¯m the one in the wrong¡­¡± The men cuff him as he readily shows his wrists. ¡°I¡¯ll get a slap on the wrist at best¡­¡± said Beatle. ¡°What has this nation come to? I¡¯m someone in high regard after all¡­ Isn¡¯t that right, Consul? Try to fucking relate to me again. I dare you¡­ I¡¯m 902 years old, I don¡¯t GIVE A FUCK¡­¡± ¡°THE SAINT KING SWORE!!!¡± yelled one man in the crowd. ¡°HE ISN¡¯T THE MESSIAH AFTER ALL!!!¡± Beatle just sighs and walks away while the men usher him away. One queer man wipes the blood off his knuckles. Beatle sighs. ¡°What?¡± he asked, annoyed. ¡°I¡­ I still believe¡­¡± said the queer man. ¡°I believe you helped save my world¡­ My husband and my kid wouldn¡¯t be alive without you¡­¡± Beatle smiles. ¡°Y¡¯know¡­ If you were the leader and not those dumbasses, I wouldn¡¯t be here right now. Know that. Take that to heart.¡± ¡°How do ya know I won¡¯t become some kinda communist asshole? Heheheh¡­¡± ¡°I can¡­ tell you have a good heart, kid¡­¡± said Beatle, coughing. ¡°I thirst.¡± The queer man takes the flask from the inner pocket of his coat and opens it, twisting the cap off and letting him drink. ¡°As you wish, my Lord¡­¡± Beatle sighs, entering oblivion and a massive eye, rooted upon the upper corner of the room, stares back at him. ¡°Give me a reason of why I should continue caring for this world?¡± asked the Eye, the Being of the Beginning and the End, the Being who Loves Humanity Dearly, or ¡®loved¡¯. ¡°I created it in the hopes of them becoming accepting, loving, cherishing each other¡­ And here you are, My dear, younger Son¡­ Who so blindly believes in a people who treats him like scum¡­ Who treats him as if he is playing the victim¡­ A pathetic excuse for a race¡­¡± ¡°Father, please¡­ Give them a chance¡­¡± ¡°A chance for salvation?¡± Beatle sighs, but sternly cries. ¡°A chance to prove they¡¯re worthy of it. These people¡­ These people don¡¯t understand either of us. They never will. But that doesn¡¯t mean we have to destroy them.¡± ¡°THEY BROUGHT MY SONS AGONY!!! PRAYED TO OTHER GODS!!! IDOLS!!! PHILANDERED WITH THE SAME SEX!!!¡± ¡°HEY!!! Mind you, a bisexual male man saved my ass earlier, SO DON¡¯T EVER-!!!¡± ¡°Leviticus-...¡± ¡°Say the verse. I dare you.¡± ¡°I¡¯d win.¡± ¡°And I¡¯d be the second man who tried,¡± Beatle smirked, proudly. ¡°Fine¡­¡± said the Father. ¡°Plead your case.¡± ¡°That one queer man gave me water when no one else did. He is a good man. A kind, gentle man. A father of one and a husband of another good man.¡± ¡°And¡­ he treated you with kindness¡­?¡± ¡°Recognized me. Respected me. Why would I want to wipe that person away if he was capable of such kindness to any man?¡° ¡°Maybe because you were the Messiah.¡± ¡°I thought that at first¡­ But he was casual¡­ Treated me like a Human being¡­ I was¡­ happy¡­¡± ¡°Fine¡­ I will give Humanity another year.¡± ¡°Thank You, Father.¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± Auxiliary Chapter 1: The "Innate Savantism" Theory, but its not what you think... Hi! I''m Maz! And I''m neurodivergent! Least my psychologist says so. I have a lot of psychs in my social circle, one being my aunt, who are among those I dedicate this third book to. Now, we have a theory. My aunt is a psychiatrist and my friend is a psychologist in training. And my psychologist affirms that this could be true. Now, the basis? My family, who many have neurodivergence along with my friends, who may have neurodivergence, may have each a form of trained or untrained savant. What is neurodivergence? Neurodivergence or atypicality, is a human condition that makes one act divergently from neurotypical people. In other words, since they see the world differently, they act differently, too. Some have mannerisms, learning problems, speech problems, and various other problems that could arise from an inadequate environment at home. Now, each autistic person seems to notice at least one pattern. That being patterns that rise from something we call "platforms" of the universe. For example, a neurotypical person may see a game as something for leisure, while a neurodivergent person may see the game as a place for education, gaining experience in learning about strategy. Savant comes when that certain platform becomes grounds for learning and even mastery of the subject. For example, a regular person can be a jack-of-all-trades, learning different things through tedious cycles of learning. A neurodivergent person could simply have fun on something they''re interested in and commit to it, eventually mastering a certain aspect of it, such as gaming, writing (wink, wink), teaching, singing, fighting (WINK, WINK cough cough Miguel Azral cough cough) and other forms of hobbies. Once mastered, that platform will become their Savant. Savantism only happens, according to this theory, when neurodivergence meets atypicality. Since this chapter is going to be short, I sadly cannot write them all down, since this requires tedious research, but I do say that this theory we made makes the most sense to me, and is thus the basis of Miguel''s arc. This book is dedicated to all know neurodivergent people out there and parents who also have children or people with family members who have this as a form of not only comfort, but a learning experience and one that unites us all. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. These include: Autism ADHD Dyslexia Dyscalculia Dysgraphia Dyspraxia Tourette Synesthesia Intellectual Disabilities Fun Fact: Miguel Azral isn''t your typical neurodivergent savant, is he? No. He''s not one like the ones in the Good Doctor or Big Bang Theory where the atypical person is the smartest one in the room. He has below average intelligence and flunked a lot in school prior to the school focusing more on his interest, fighting. That''s why Prometheus made the school that way, to make Miguel prepared for the real world. Albeit it may be selfish, it was for the greater good in this world''s context. The underlying theory is that NOT EVERY NEURODIVERGENT PERSON has savant, BUT EVERY NEURODIVERGENT can, if you work hard enough for it. Anna Anastasia In the mall, Miguel sighs as several people walk away from him. Anna sees this and sighs, walking toward him, and sitting next to him. ¡°Hello, Anna,¡± said Miguel. ¡°You okay?¡± she sighed. ¡°Mhm¡­¡± said Miguel. Anna sighs and hugs him. ¡°Absolutely nothing is wrong with you. You¡¯re enough, alright?¡± Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver. ¡°I¡¯d like to return home.¡± Anna nods and they leave¡­ Reaching home, Miguel wipes the tears from his eyes. ¡°You mad?¡± ¡°No¡­ Just exhausted¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry I exhaust you.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to be. I love spending time with you.¡± ¡°Hard to believe counting how you¡­ Never mind¡­¡± ¡°Miguel. I put up with your constant whinings every day¡­ And how you constantly try to make yourself comfortable, and doing so makes us uncomfortable. Just because I¡¯m exhausted doesn¡¯t mean I hate you. I just don¡¯t know how to handle you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°Stop saying sorry all the time.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± ¡°I¡­ should be¡­¡± Anna turns around and walks away. ¡°Just say you¡¯re sorry. Please.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because I deserve happiness.¡± Miguel wipes his tears. ¡°What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡° ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Anna turns and walks away, wiping her tears. Black meets with Anna, who enters their room. ¡°Tough day?¡± ¡°Mhm¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry this happened to you as well¡­ What¡¯s worse is that you don¡¯t have an Aurora in this universe to keep him occupied.¡± ¡°¡®Occupied?¡¯¡± ¡°Never mind.¡± ¡°What do you mean, ¡®occupied¡¯? Tell me, Sabbath.¡± If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Miguel was always meant to be with Aurora. Not us¡­ We¡¯re just¡­ backups¡­¡± Anna¡¯s eye twitches. ¡°What? What¡¯s wrong? Oh, right¡­ We always thought Miguel was our backup, right? WE settled, right? Guess what? In every blueprint of each universe in this Multiverse, we¡¯re born as back-up Soulmates. I should know. Part angel, y¡¯know.¡± Anna is horrified, annoyed, and angry. ¡°Let me tell ya something, kld. I¡¯ve been alive for more than 900 years. I want you to take care of him properly. You¡¯re the ONLY one he has¡­ His greatest critic and his bestest friend. Lose that¡­¡± ¡°And I¡¯d have no purpose?¡± ¡°No¡­ HE wouldn¡¯t.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not obligated for his happiness.¡± ¡°No one is. That¡¯s up to him to decide if he deserves any form of love. Miguel''s are a hefty and self-loathing lot. Each version tweaked and different enough from each other, but at heart, same blueprint. Autistic, neurodivergent, learning problems, and kind of whiny. But Miguels could snap¡­ destroy us all. They¡¯re both the only hope of the Multiverse while also being its greatest threat. What do you think happened to the other Miguels out there?¡± ¡°Pro said they¡¯re dead.¡± ¡°And their Annes¡­ Pro¡¯s soldiers¡­ Only try to make up for it¡­ Serving the men they got killed. The Multiverse is a cruel world¡­ Especially when you¡¯re not its center.¡± ¡°That shouldn¡¯t be my purpose.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t. We just do it out of the kindness of our hearts¡­ Or at least, what¡¯s left of it. Cheat on him again, I¡¯ll come find you¡­ and punish you. Say sorry, kid.¡± Anna remarks. ¡°NO.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± she quotes Beatle. ¡°You are lost.¡± ¡°You trying to say to sacrifice my own happiness!? I HAVE MY RIGHTS!!!¡± ¡°They don¡¯t matter without the responsibility.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you want to be free?¡± ¡°We are. But you hate that, don¡¯t you? You hate leaving him all weak and feeble¡­ You hate that¡­ feeling¡­ Guilt. That you could¡¯ve done something. Lemme tell you one thing in common that you ALWAYS had with him¡­ You care too much. You both do. Makes us inseperable¡­ But so does Aurora. Aurora doesn¡¯t exist in your world. Makes your Miguel¡­ dangerous. Not kept in check¡­ Do be smart, kid¡­ Save yourself the guilt and stress.¡± ¡°So, what? Am I his soulmate in this world?¡± Black smirks. ¡°No. In fact, he¡¯s meant to be alone in this world¡­ Lest the Father decides against it¡­ He¡¯ll always choose someone else¡­ I¡¯m surprised he isn¡¯t the one who cheated on you¡­ Beatle never cheats, but oh¡­ The other Miguels who lost their precious ¡®Rurus?¡¯ They just LOOOOVE other women and men¡­ You mean nothing to him.¡± Anna gives a look of horror, wanting to cry. ¡°So, try your best to mean something¡­¡± ¡°Not my purpose¡­¡± ¡°Meaning isn¡¯t purpose. Tch-... Humans¡­¡± she shook her head in dismissal. ¡°You want me to love him?¡± ¡°No¡­ Some Anne''s just¡­ look at the sidelines¡­ Others die¡­ continue as guardian angels¡­ But you¡­ You¡¯re sad¡­ All the same¡­ But even sadder¡­ I want you to keep him in line¡­ Make sure he doesn¡¯t become another Aswang Lord¡­ or even a MABUS¡­¡± ¡°Who am I meant to be with, then?¡± ¡°No Anne is meant to be with anyone. Have kids? Have families? Have a wonderful life together? Doesn¡¯t matter. He will never be yours. And I know you hate that.¡± Anna sighs. ¡°What do you suggest I do?¡± ¡°Keep yours in check. He may be a burden, but he¡¯s just so damned cute, isn¡¯t he? We all know he¡¯s just a lost child wanting someone to cling on to. Even a drowning man clings to the feet of one that continues to swim by the stream.¡± ¡°Hey¡­¡± said Miguel, walking by and proceeding to give a heavy punch into Sabbath¡¯s face, as she went flying into the air and crashes into the wall. ¡°Insolent CHILD!!!¡± Black growled, only for Miguel to smirk. ¡°I¡¯m an Aswang. Of course I heard it¡­ Now, I don¡¯t know nothin¡¯ bout all this cosmic dread nonsense, but Anna isn¡¯t a fuckin¡¯ tool, alright? She doesn¡¯t have to make me happy¡­ If she doesn¡¯t wanna say sorry, DON¡¯T EVER MAKE HER APOLOGIZE FOR SOMETHING SHE DIDN¡¯T DO!!!¡± he roared. ¡°What? You think you¡¯re an object for me? For OTHER MES OUT THERE!!! She isn¡¯t a tool for me to write my LIFE with!!! Treat her like an object again AND YOU¡¯LL REGRET IT!!!¡± Anna blushes, seeing Miguel growling angrily for her. Miguel holds Anna¡¯s hand. ¡°Wanna watch X-Men ¡®97 with me?¡± he smiled, as Anna hugs him and smiles. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­¡° ¡°Hey¡­ don¡¯t say sorry for anything¡­ You mean¡­ everything¡­ Okay?¡± ¡°Okay¡­¡± ¡°Huh...¡± said Black, turning to Beatle in the other room, asleep. ¡°Maybe there is hope¡­¡± The Aswang Prince vs. Morningstar Prime Miguel stands before the crowd while riding a float, sitting tall and waving his hand. Miguel kept on smiling. He stood while the float drove into the depths of the Hellish World, only to see markings of the star at the center of the ankh seen painted over in the city walls. Miguel sighs, seeing this. ¡°As long as you keep smiling¡­ keep standing¡­ Follow the script¡­ Might ease tensions between the two Quadrants. Just smile¡­ and wave¡­ NO mentions of Prometheus.¡± Miguel smiles, trying to wave to the crowd but sees that they¡¯re in heavy poverty and are practically starving with various Priest-like soldiers patrolling them for crowd control. Miguel looks at the hologram puck and reads it. Words such as ¡°Peace¡­¡± ¡°Prosperity¡­¡± ¡°Dignity of the Great Prime¡­¡± ¡°Chaos is a virtue¡­¡± He read each word skimming it. He tosses the cards to the ground. ¡°Prometheus¡­¡± he said. ¡°...was a good man. He¡­ was like a father to me¡­ One of the closest things I had to an actual father who tries his best¡­ Who loves and cherishes me¡­ He died¡­ To avoid any of us Aswangs any more suffering. His sacrifice, though done to save me, was done out of love. I will always remember him.¡± Suddenly, a man in the crowd speaks up. ¡°Hocus Pocus. BIBINGKA!!!¡± Cameras immediately turn to him. Alters of the Reaper, known as Seedsowers march toward the man as the crowd scamper away from him. The Seedsowers grabs a scythe. The man doesn¡¯t fight back. Miguel roars. ¡°LEAVE HIM!!!¡± The soldiers turn to him as Beatle immediately grabs his shoulder. Beatle shakes his head. Miguel growls. ¡°No¡­ He didn¡¯t do anything¡­ HE DIDN¡¯T DO ANYTHING!!!¡± Miguel tries to break free but Beatle just pulls him away. ¡°Miguel Azral, folks!¡± smiled Morningstar Prime, laughing. He hammers it into his head, killing him effectively as Miguel is locked inside. ¡°Look, dumbass. I know you¡¯re a reality-verified idiot, but listen and listen well. You just got that man killed. He has a family.¡± ¡°I KNOW!!! I DIDN¡¯T MEAN TO-!!!¡± ¡°I know you didn¡¯t but this is a totalitarian¡­ government. These people¡­ For lack of a better term¡­ Idolize Pro like a God. What he did for you stays as that. He loved you. AND ONLY YOU.¡± ¡°You knew what he was fighting for¡­¡± ¡°And THIS IS NOT THE BEST TIME to tell everyone that! Y¡¯know why your Daddy self is called ¡®Reaper?¡¯ HE literally REAPS you. Those are called Seedsowers since they implant FEAR. They only want their families safe just as you do. So, never do that again. If you do, she¡¯ll make you kill one of you. GOT THAT!?!? Right now they¡¯re still figuring out if you¡¯re a diplomat of a martyr. You can¡¯t be both right now. SO PICK ONE. And pick the smart one.¡± ¡°ALL HAIL¡­ MORNINGSTAR!!!¡± roared the Seedsowers as a man in the crowd is seen with a bomb, running in, and yelling, ¡°Hocus Pocus. BIBINGKA, BITCHES!!!¡± before blowing up the area and killing the guards. Miguel walks out, seeing the carnage, tearing up before removing his jacket, his armor, and just grabs onto the wall. ¡°I HAVE DISGRACED YOU!!!¡± he roared. ¡°WHIP ME INSTEAD!!! FORTY LASHES!!!¡± he roared. ¡°DO IT!!! FOR MY WORTH TO THESE PEOPLE IS JUST AS WORTH AS THEIR LIVES!!!¡± The Captain of the Seedsowers smirk, proceeding to grab his Latika and whip him, around forty times, each time more brutal than the last, as his bones break and he bleeds all over his back, The people try to help him but Miguel growls. ¡°NO!!! Move, AND I¡¯LL KILL YOU MYSELF!!!¡± he roared. Beatle sighs, facepalming and sitting down. ¡°That sure is¡­ a choice¡­¡± he sighed. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. They back away, as Miguel is beaten. The fortieth lash comes and Miguel is uncuffed, with the Sowseeder laughing and smiling, pushing him to the ground as he falls to his knees. Beatle helps him up and guides him back. ¡°That¡­ was stupid.¡± ¡°I tried fixing it.¡± ¡°You broke the intelligence already. What you did after was even stupider.¡± ¡°I was only trying to help.¡± ¡°HELPING IS KEEPING YOUR HEART SHUT!!! You can¡¯t run that into the blizzard! That is useful, just not now! You¡¯re a leader now and must take decisions! Who gets the last of the food scraps? The starving children you must save, the horse that brings you home, the dying soldier who can save us all, or yourself, who leads the opration!? Who gets the funds!? Tourism budget, school, your own family, or a building that needs way more attention to help the public for the greater good!? And after that, the ones unsatisfied will CALL YOU CORRUPT!!! STUPID!!! They¡¯ll call your neurodivergence. They¡¯ll call you STUPID!!! And every last bit of your Soul begins to abhor these people!!! I saved my world. Great. You¡¯re trying to save the whole Multiverse.¡± ¡°What? You want me to become like you?¡± ¡°I want you to be you. What would Miguel Azral do?¡± ¡°I¡¯d¡­ call my friends.¡± Beatle¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°I always do.¡± ¡°You have¡­ real friends in this universe? Ones you trust enough¡­?¡± Miguel nods. Beatle sighs. ¡°Maybe we still have hope after all¡­ Fine. Bring your friends in the next trip.¡± ¡°Beatle. I want to stay home for now.¡± ¡°What don¡¯t you get, kid? This is your life now. Your livelihood. The Multiverse¡¯s well being hangs on a finger gripping onto your throne. You¡¯re all we¡¯ve got.¡± ¡°Why did Prometheus want this for me!?¡± ¡°Because you don¡¯t think like us. Something about you is¡­ different, dangerous, and very, very important. You¡¯re valuable not just to the corporation, but to every living person that existed. Just do as I say. I need you to promise that.¡± Miguel nods subtly. Beatle sighs. ¡°What would I do?¡± ¡°I¡¯d do something that hurts ,e.¡± ¡°Prometheus?¡± ¡°I¡¯d do something reckless.¡± ¡°What did you do?¡± ¡°Both.¡± ¡°Okay. What would you do? You got ¡®im killed. NO takebacks. What is the idea you got in your gut?¡± Miguel gives a shaky breath. ¡°I¡¯d run headfirst into battle. Which was stupid.¡± ¡°That didn¡¯t work. Treat this like¡­ a fight. Now what?¡± ¡°So, they¡¯re stronger than me¡­ So, I should try to do something insane.¡± ¡°Do it.¡± Miguel walks out of the doors, now fully healed. ¡°HEY!!!¡± The people turn to him. Miguel walks up to the Captain of the guards who smirks over confidently. ¡°You up for ¡®nother?¡± he smiled, only for Miguel to punch him in the face. Miguel smiles. ¡°You insulted me!¡± ¡°YOU BROKE OUR LAW!!!¡± ¡°Yeah? Well so did you¡­ Y¡¯know why?¡± ¡°Speak. Do go on.¡± ¡°Bitch¡­ You just whipped me,¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°You consented.¡± ¡°In exchange for the lives of these people. Dude. I am Maharlica-152¡¯s champion and emperor, graced with the throne,¡± Miguel pointed proudly, furrowing his eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t care who you are. You¡¯re just another me.¡± ¡°Really? Because all I see is an idiotic farmer who just made a mockery of Ms. Prime¡¯s meeting with the esteemed heir to Pro¡¯s throne.¡± Miguel turns to Morningstar Prime, who, for once, listens intently. ¡°You hear that, Prime? This guy just INSULTED you! You¡¯re really gonna let this guy do that?¡± ¡°I was doing my job.¡± ¡°Did Prime order you to kill anyone who sings that song on sight?¡± ¡°Yes! This morning!¡± ¡°Great! You did your job, right? But then you just beat me up¡­ Do you think that¡¯d make Beatle happy?¡± Morningstar Prime¡¯s eye twitches. ¡°Well!?¡± Miguel smirks, turning to Prime. ¡°Huh¡­ SO, it¡¯s ¡¯pride¡­¡¯ Hm.¡± He turns ti the crowd. ¡°Chaos is a virtue. A tradition. Yes. But all I see is a massive insult to Beatle¡¯s visit. I mean¡­ Beatle came here and you just beat his great grandson and protege¡­ And now what? You¡¯re ENJOYING yourself? While Prime just watches this!? I mean, Prime! C¡¯mon, lady! You wouldn¡¯t even allow yourself the satisfaction of the torture and kill in the long run? No? Talk about an ill-prepped dish!¡± ¡°Are you trying to get yourself killed?¡± asked Prime. ¡°Nah. I¡¯m trying to get this guy killed. This man almost took your kill, Prime. He almost did. And you¡¯d just stand there and watch?¡± asked Miguel, pridefully bouncing like in a boxing match. ¡°My Lord. HE¡¯S TROLLING AND MANIPULATING you!!! KILL HIM NOW!!!¡± roared the guard. ¡°That¡¯d make him a martyr. HE¡¯s right. This is the absolutely most atrocious time for you to try that. I hereby decree that you stupid bastards kill IN THE RIGHT TIME,¡° growled Morningstar. ¡°My Lord, HE IS PLAYING YOU!!!¡± ¡°But he¡¯s right. You dare question my authority?¡± asked Morningstar. The Captain of the Sowseeders bows. ¡°No, my Lord.¡± ¡°Talk for the next hour and I¡¯ll rip your tongue out.¡± Miguel smirks and walks away. Morningstar Prime merely says, ¡°Hm¡­ Hey.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± she grumbled. ¡°Thank you, kindly, for reminding me of the values of this Hellish system.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome!¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°Miguel. You¡¯re¡­ gravely mistaken about one thing, though.¡± ¡°That is¡­?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to kill you. I don¡¯t even want ya dead. What would I DO if you and Beatle were dead!? Go back to a 9 to 5 every week? NO!!! Maybe¡­ Huh¡­ NO!!! No¡­ Miguel''s complete me. You might think that I plan on you dead in the end. No. I plan on keeping this cycle¡­ forever. And you think you just broke it, didn¡¯t you? What makes a nobody like you¡­ AN anomaly that mustn¡¯t and shouldn¡¯t exist.. A mutt¡­ have the right to break it?¡± ¡°Is that a challenge?¡± Miguel frowned for the first time upon saying that. Prime smiled. ¡°Yes.¡± Miguel growls. ¡°Tch-...¡± ¡°Mind you, boy! Let¡¯s call it a draw!¡± she yelled, as the gates of Hell closed. This is a Bureaucracy Jed and Chris wait impatiently, with Jed bouncing his leg and Chris playing ML VERY, VERY LOUDLY. Beatle sighed, facepalming, and he just slid in some cash to the cashier. ¡°My Lord¡­¡± said the cashier. ¡°Tell anyone, and I¡¯ll tell everyone about your little affair,¡± he says, with conviction, as the cashier nods and lets him in. ¡°Kickback for a meeting? Shame, My Lord,¡± smiled the man at back. Beatle sighs. ¡°These two idiots¡¯ driver¡¯s licenses are needed prior to the deadline. And you forced my hand to do something so vicious. Do you really want to be remembered as the man who destroyed my reputation?¡± ¡°Least I¡¯d be remembered!¡± ¡°And hated.¡± ¡°Am already hated.¡± ¡°Ohhhh¡­ Do you know how serious this is¡­? You and your family will be strung up.. Not by my people¡­ But my enemies or loose allies I just¡­ keep around.¡± The man squints his eyes. ¡°What do you want?¡± ¡°One. These two¡¯s licenses. Two? I want info¡­ On Doomer¡­¡± Now¡­ ¡°YOU COMMITTED KICKBACK?!?!¡± asked Miguel. ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter what I did. It¡¯s what I did it for. In order to achieve change in this system, you gotta dirty your hands at least once.¡± ¡°Yeah. He killed a carrying woman one time,¡± said Billy. ¡°SHE HAD A BUN IN THE OVEN!?!?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°She was a savage barbaric cultist who committed statutory rape,¡± replied Beatle. ¡°Child was innocent,¡± justified Billy. ¡°Either me or you, Billy,¡± said Beatle. ¡°Fair,¡± sighed Billy. ¡°Whatever¡­ My head hurts¡­¡± sighed Anna. ¡°Okay, Beatz¡­ The preg lady murderer¡­¡± ¡°Self defense.¡± ¡°Whatevs! We gotta deck Doomer ON THE SCHNOZZ!!! What¡¯d you gather?¡± Beatle shows a board full of Pinoy politicians in some sort of thread web of lies all connected to Beatle. ¡°Prometheus was compromised!?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°Yes and no. Actually, the system was, and Pro knew about it. Fighting it for years. He was protecting you from it so he never mentioned me to you. I used to preach in Nueva Yorca. Guess what? Some rulers their actually sided with Prime. Others are just Pinoy politicians. Me Christ¡­ Real doozy. Like the Piggybank Scam. Or that weird CIA thing where the Prez was assassinated by Americans.¡± ¡°Myth,¡± said Jed. ¡°Debatable. Plus, I can sense reality. Lmao,¡± said Beatle. ¡°Anyway. Back to the conspiracy.¡± ¡°Psh! What¡¯s next? Fernando Narciso WAS A DICTATOR!?!?¡± ¡°Y¡­ Yes he was¡­¡± said Beatle. ¡°No! His son saved the Philippines.¡± ¡°His son created me and Aurora. Got it on TikTok Live.¡± ¡°That¡¯s horrible. Who knew that a Dictator¡¯s son and his hubris could create an ever WORSE leader that would cause the Multiversal Apocalypse?¡± ¡°I¡­ I did¡­ I literally preached that-... HAVE NONE OF YOU READ MY BOOKS!?!?¡± ¡°I¡­ read the table of contents!¡± smiled Anna. ¡°I read ¡®em all,¡± said Fred. ¡°I CANNOT READ!!!¡± yelled Gerard. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! ¡°Dyslexia,¡± said Jed. ¡°Mentally handicapped,¡± said Chris. ¡°I hate reading,¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°I liked that book of yours called Noli Me Tangere, though!¡± ¡°That was Rizal,¡± said Beatle. ¡°Then, no. Sorry.¡± Beatle facepalms. ¡°Okay. Shut up. Listen. A LOT of Politicians have been compromised and have been selling Splooge in the streets. Pro loved you and didn¡¯t want you to be a part of this. Now, you gotta. Remember, kid. The Multiverse is very, very massive. This is literally just a couple of Consuls from ONE universe. The Multiverse is nigh-infinite. All we gotta do is find the top of the pyramid. Who¡¯s doing all this jackassery? But don¡¯t kill him. The best way is to cripple him and then let the world destroy him. Like prestigious writers!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t like these prestigious writers¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°They¡¯re kinda mean when you speak out yo opinion. Like their opinion is like¡­ God¡¯s voice or some shit. Like they get all condescension-...¡± ¡°Condescending,¡± corrected Anna. ¡°Gesundheit.¡± ¡°Here¡¯s how ya do it¡­ When they roast your fiction, you self deprecate. Then you mock them without them knowing! Stroke their ego¡­ THEN KABLAMMY!!! Write about what a huge dickhole conundruman they are,¡± smiled Beatle. ¡°That sounds kinda mean.¡± ¡°It¡¯s hilarious. I made A WHOLE CHARACTER based on Death-...¡± Beatle turns to Death Leopard. ¡°Uh¡­ Death2UsAll¡­ 64¡­¡° ¡°Fuck you, Beatle,¡± said Death Leopard. ¡°Fuck you, as well, kindly.¡± ¡°Can we please focus?¡± asked Black. ¡°Right. Right. See this guy?¡± asked Beatle. ¡°This guy¡¯s name is Coolie Tupa. He is evil incarnate.¡± ¡°Loved that guy in ¡®Neverending Stars!¡¯¡± smiled Anna. ¡°How about, ¡®Gabi Gabi Luya?¡¯¡± asked Black. ¡°That, too!¡± smiled Anna. ¡°He¡¯s a politician who was voted for being an actor,¡± said Beatle. ¡°Now he¡¯s studying Political Science!¡± smiled Anna. ¡°I JUST committed kickback, dumbass!!! HOW DO YA THINK HE¡¯LL GRADUATE!?!?¡± growled Beatle. ¡°Uhm¡­? Hardwork?¡± smiled Anna. Miguel raises his hand. ¡°No, Miguel. I didn¡¯t write El Fili.¡± Miguel puts his hand down. After a few seconds, he raises his hand again. ¡°No, Miguel. I didn¡¯t write Mi Ultimo Adios either. I¡¯m very much alive, dumbass.¡± Miguel puts his hand down. ¡°Question,¡± said Miguel. ¡°WHAT!?!?¡± growled Beatle. ¡°Why is this boring?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s politics and you¡¯re a Filipino who bases every known fact ON FUCKING TIKTOK.¡± ¡°Wow. You¡¯re welcome, world.¡± Beatle turns around, faces the board, and points the Cain Marker at his head. He blasts it, but the blast phases through and dissipates since he has a good heart. Beatle turns back to the others. ¡°We interrogate Coolie Tupa. Also, Anna, try to fuck him, and I will fucking murder you.¡± Miguel smiles. ¡°Me, too!¡± ¡°Hmph! I will!¡± Later¡­ Anna sighs. ¡°Gross.¡± Coolie Tupa is strapped on a chair and screams. ¡°Please!¡± he speaks like a Manilan Conyo. ¡°Help! I need help! I¡¯ll give you money just please let me go!¡± ¡°And peeps from school called ME conyo?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°Hello, Filipino white man! I am an Post-Apocalyptic American white man!¡± smiled Gerard. ¡°Shit¡­ I¡¯M COMPROMISED!!! HELP!!! HEEELP!!!¡± Beatle sighs and punches him in the face. ¡°FUCK!!! DO NOT BREAK MY NOSE!!! I JUST HAD THAT PLASTIC SURGEONED!!!¡± Beatle punches him again. ¡°Doomer. Why are you working for him?¡± ¡°Fuck off!!! HELP!!!¡± Arachne tightens the strings around him. ¡°Oh, hello, there,¡± he smirked, as Miguel punches him this time. ¡°She¡¯s 15,¡± said Miguel. ¡°It¡¯s okay! 13 is the legal age in the Philippines!¡± smiled Coolie, as Anna punched him this time. ¡°Dude¡­ No, it isn¡¯t,¡± said Miguel. ¡°Everything I knew is a lie,¡± said Anna. Beatle punches his nose again. ¡°You¡­ You really think the Philippines can survive without Aurora? Aurora is the answer to everything, asshole¡­¡± he coughed. ¡°What makes you say that?¡± ¡°If we stop killing his people for fuel¡­ Now what? We die¡­ The Multiverse collapses. The Splooge is the only glue that holds the worlds together. Everything Prometheus built will be gone. He knew what he was making was horrible was wrong when it was too late. He built a system modeled after the Philippine politics. He was your age then¡­ Well? HOW!?!? Anarchy? Or authoritarianism? I choose freedom,¡± he laughed. ¡°Oh, Beatle¡­ I bet you just enjoyed how Black fucked me over you an your Earth¡­¡± Beatle points a blaster at his face and shoots him, killing him. Miguel¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°WHY!?!?¡± Beatle spins the chair around and reveals that he had a screwdriver in his hand and was cutting the rope open, preparing to kill them both with it. ¡°That wouldn¡¯t have killed us.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care,¡± said Beatle, walking away. Anna sighs, crossing her arms. ¡°There goes my favorite show.¡± Miguel asks. ¡°Why¡¯d you kill him?¡± ¡°He knows something about ya¡­¡± said Beatle. ¡°That being¡­?¡± Later¡­ Miguel¡¯s eyes widen, facepalming in horror. Beatle just crosses his arms. Both of them are watching the video caught on CCTV, where Miguel violently mauls Tyrone. His eyes are red, strangely, for some unknown reason. ¡°I don¡¯t¡­ remember doing this¡­¡± said Miguel, horrified. Beatle sighs. ¡°I know. You dissociated for the first time.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You blacked out. Your id, your animal-like instinct took control because of your¡­ Aswang side. But all Miguels dissociate in different ways. Yours is just¡­ violent¡­¡± ¡°Beatle¡­ I killed him¡­ He was my friend.¡± ¡°Tyrone was never our friend. Death Leopard and I, for example, are just work friends.¡± ¡°I have to turn myself in.¡± ¡°If you do, the Multiverse will be in shambles. No. We¡¯re gonna cover this up.¡± ¡°He had a family.¡± ¡°So do you. And he tried to kill you. It was his mistake. Self-defense, even. But the way your body reacted to it.. Mauling him like a wild bear¡­ An Aswang¡­ People will fear you. They will hate you. To make this easier for you, we could cover it up.¡± ¡°And if they try to figure me out?¡± ¡°You¡¯re the Emperor of the Multiverse. Other than the Morningstars, they¡¯re nothing to you. No one will question your authority unless they see that you¡¯re weak.¡± ¡°Beatle¡­ I killed a man. A friend,¡± Miguel sobbed. ¡°No, you didn¡¯t. It never happened,¡± Beatle stands, walking away. ¡°Am I a bad guy?¡± ¡°No. Just¡­ take control of your emotions more often. Don¡¯t let it control you.¡± ¡°Sometimes¡­ When I wash the dishes or garden¡­ I go blank¡­ I begin thinking bad stuff about me¡­ Like a broken tape recorder¡­ over and over¡­¡± ¡°So do I, kid.¡± ¡°Are we a bad guy? What¡­ What¡¯s wrong with me¡­?¡± Beatle kneels before him and hugs him. ¡°Absolutely nothing, my Lord.¡± Miguel sobs, hugging Beatle back. Thank You For A Wonderful Parody in this Bountiful World Miguel¡¯s eyes open. He furrows his eyebrows, angrily staring at his opponent. Miguel bleeds all over. He faces an alter of himself, a violent and deadly warrior¡­ A Daywalking Vampire. ¡°All Hail.. Morningstar¡­¡± he smirked, charging toward Miguel, transforming into a Vampire. Miguel the Vampire Prince charges and beats Miguel over and over, using the Mirror Eyes on him, appearing and tearing Miguel apart upon meeting each reflection. The Vampire Prince claws at Miguel¡¯s face over and over as Miguel kicks him with both feet and pushes him away. Each time Miguel fell into the swampy puddles, he was clawed at by arms leaving the reflections. Miguel growls, grabbing his head and beating it over and over, with flames, ice, wind, and earth leaving the shockwave of each punch while strange elemental mass begin encasing his face. Miguel growls, beating him over and over. Miguel prepares another strike only to see Tyrone¡¯s face in place of Miguel¡¯s. Miguel is horrified, hesitating, and stopping himself from attack. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean it¡­ No¡­ No, I didn¡¯t-...¡± Beatle shoots the Vampire Prince in the face, killing him effectively. Miguel just stood there, watching his head explode. Beatle sighs. ¡°C¡¯mon.¡± Meanwhile¡­ Jedan and Chris sigh, eating popcorn and hotdogs. A portal opens and Beatle sighs, sitting down. Miguel follows. ¡°Hey, Miguel!¡± smiled Chris. ¡°You good, bruh?¡± ¡°Mhm¡­¡± sighed Miguel. ¡°Just¡­ watched my own alter get his head blown up.¡± ¡°Same,¡± smiled Chris. Miguel yawns. ¡°You guys wanna train?¡± ¡°Nah¡­ I¡¯m good¡­¡± said Jedan, watching Netflix. ¡°You idiots. Mission. Now,¡± said Death Leopard. ¡°Isekai World where A LOT of my alters go to when they die.¡± ¡°Ugh! Whatevs Tyrone!¡± yelled Jedan, as Miguel¡¯s eye twitched. ¡°Just let us be, Dark Knight!¡± ¡°I would if you¡¯d realize your responsibilities. That being you¡¯re meant to do field work today.¡± ¡°Mr. Leopard. Can I join?¡± smiled Miguel. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. ¡°Yeah, whatever, Prince. I don¡¯t care. Just don¡¯t die, I guess.¡± Miguel, Jed, and Chris enter the strange world known as the Progression World. ¡°¡®Progression World?¡¯¡± asked Miguel. ¡°It¡¯s a magical world where most of our Isekai Alters get reincarnated after death, other than burn in Hell, of course!¡± ¡°Welcome to Progression World! I am offering you traiing to become THE BEST of the Star Buck Masters in THE MULTIVERSE!!!¡± Miguel smiles. ¡°Wow! Really? Amazing!¡± ¡°Yes! I am Chinroth! I am a Level 999999999999999999¡­ 69¡­ WIZARD!!! As long as no one sneezes on me-...¡± Miguel accidentally sneezes on him and his penis explodes. ¡°GUH!!! GAAAAAAAH!!! OH MY GOD!!!¡± sobbed the Wizard. ¡°FUCKIN¡¯... BASTARD!!! OH¡­ OH MY GOD!!! YOU JUST BLEW UP MY FUCKING¡­ PENIS¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry! I can fix it! Just lemme-!!!¡± ¡°GET AWAY FROM ME!!!¡± The wizard slips on the bloody pieces of his cock and falls facefirst. ¡°FUCK!!!¡± he puked. ¡°My mouth was OPEN!!!¡± He runs away into the distance. ¡°Wow¡­ Um¡­ Um, okay¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°Let¡¯s um¡­ Just do the mission. Says here we just gotta make the Queen Human again. Sounds easy enough!¡± smiled Miguel, putting his fists on his hips, excitedly bouncing. Jedan reads the Holopuck. ¡°Hm¡­ Says here that the Queen¡¯s a spider¡­ Does¡­ Does she live in an orb web castle? THAT¡¯S AWESOME!!!¡± Chris sighs. ¡°Guys. Anime? Seriously? Anime is unlimited cringeworthy.¡± ¡°This place is AWESOME, Chris!¡± yelled Miguel. ¡°Look! We can progress and get stronger in this world! That¡¯s the ULTIMATE TASK, HERE!!!¡± ¡°All I want is to have a harem!¡± smiled Jedan. ¡°I dunno¡­ This place is gonna suck ass. I like getting stronger and all, but¡­ this place¡¯s magic system is too¡­¡± He stares at the Holopuck revealing each of the random stats given to each character. ¡°¡®Press your nipple to reveal stats¡­¡¯ Aight¡­¡± Chris does so. ¡°Huh. Like in Jumanji, just a tad bit more sensual.¡± Chris reads. ¡°¡®Strengths: Strong. Combat. Weaknesses. Stupid.¡± Jedan tries himself. ¡°Strengths. Stretch. Trickery. Weaknesses. Stretch. Trickery. WHAT!?!? That¡¯s stupid. How is MY POWER a weakness?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you get your finger trapped in the CoolDudeBus¡¯ door for a whole day?¡± ¡°We agreed that you won¡¯t BRING THAT UP AGAIN!!!¡± Miguel opens his. He is horrified. ¡°Strength: Writing. Cooking. Combat. Weaknesses: Stupid, Autistic, Mathematics, Sciences, Agriculture, Teaching, Thinking, Relationships¡­ Yep. Aight¡­ There are a couple hundred more Imma stop there before I start hatin¡¯ myself.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s¡­ do some adventures to make ourselves FEEL BETTER ABOUT OURSELVES!!!¡± smiled Jedan. Later¡­ Miguel, Jedan, and Chris yell in horror as they are chased by a giant spider creature. Miguel burns her alive and the spider screeches in pain but regenerates and cuts Miguel in half, eating the lower half of his body as his intestines hang out. Later¡­ ¡°Wanna¡­ try to get better at somethin¡¯?¡± asked Jedan. Miguel feels an alarm from his A.I. and activates his stats. A new entry was placed for all three of them. ¡°Trying New Stuff.¡± The trio bow their heads. ¡°Let¡¯s¡­ go home guys¡­¡± said Miguel, turning with them and walking away. ¡°Help!¡± yelled the villager. ¡°THE SPIDER QUEEN IS UNHEALED!!! AND IS WREAKING HAVOC IN OUR WORLD!!! Only someone OVERPOWERED or PROGRESSIVELY OVERPOWERED could win this!!!¡± Miguel growls and transforms into an Aswang, charging forward and appears before the spider queen. ¡°HEY!!!¡± he roared. ¡°What¡­ is your problem?¡± ¡°Oh¡­ My¡­ Gawd¡­ Like¡­ I chose to be a spider and stuff, and these villagers have been throwing like¡­ shit at me¡­¡± ¡°Mhm¡­¡± ¡°They burned my house, killed my 38 children, burned my new 38 replacement eggs, and have been FUCKING ME OVER!!!¡± Miguel nods. ¡°Girl, you gots the dilemmas.¡± ¡°Hell yeah, boy! Now, what do ya suggest we do?¡± ¡°Rather than end in violence, we could just live with this, ya know?¡± The villagers smile and hug Miguel, dancing and laughing, only for Miguel to wake up in bed. He looks around and sees in horror. He looks to his left and sees¡­ The bodies¡­ of various Tyrones¡­ each decapitated and their heads strung up to the wall. ¡°You¡­ just defeated¡­ a lot of the MCs.¡± ¡°Why!?¡± asked Miguel. ¡°It¡¯s cool! They got jealous of us and tried to kill us in our sleep! So, you fought them and knocked them out and stuff!¡± smiled Jedan, looking around. ¡°Where¡¯d their heads go?¡± Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver. ¡°I need to see a therapist.¡± Lovely ¡°I¡­ am Aurora Morningstar¡­¡± said Morningstar Prime, streaming her speech online as everyone watches on every city big screen and in every home. ¡°I believe there has been a misunderstanding¡­ And I believe in nothing else but facts and that is a fact.¡± Aurora smiles and crosses her legs. ¡°I beat Miguel Azral not because I was outsmarted. Rather, because he is a mere fool. He doesn¡¯t seem to know how to play the game just yet. And he only tried to play the game after. Ergo, he was, as I quote the children these days, ¡®winging it¡¯. What he was doing, kindness, was not a sign of strength, rather, he twisted its truth. Who was it that sat on their throne while he knelt, trying to get people to like him? A sad and pathetic display it was. The purpose of this is to announce that Prometheus and his belief in the Aswang Agenda is a pathetic excuse to undermine true justice¡­ That Humans deserve to suffer¡­ As you do. Why? Because that is the law to bring true order and peace in our empire. I am NOT Lucifer. My father wanted chaos. I want justice. So, let me give you that justice. You people are farmed domesticated sows¡­ And each of you are to be reaped in service of me. Because I matter more than you could ever fathom. Because that is the natural order¡­ of the Hellish Quadrant of Worlds.¡± Several Aswangs, non-Miguels, are lined up before each crowd in each ring in Hell, where all of them are crucified on pentagrams. ¡°ALL HAIL¡­ MORNINGSTAR!!!¡± roared each Seedsower as they proceeded to string each up like sows aligned for the meaningless slaughter, for they are dirty, and their flesh will not be eaten nor did it have any meaning, but it is their blood that has value. Miguel stops watching as Anna switches the television off from the news, with his eyes twitching psychotically. ¡°I SWEAR TO GOD, IF HE BREAKS FREE OF THE RESTRAINTS YOU MADE, GERARD, IT¡¯D BE ON YOUR HEAD!!!¡± growled Anna. ¡°Yes, First Lady,¡± said Gerard, nodding. ¡°AND STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!¡± Miguel transforms into an Aswang and snarls at them, barking. ¡°Beginning to see why the Aswang hate is valid,¡± said Chris, as Jedan punches his shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t be an Anti Sympathizer, blud,¡± said Jedan. ¡°Right, right. That;s a thing now,¡± said Chris. Athena brings her army of other Athenas, letting Miguel sip some tea. He spits it out like a rabid animal as Anna hugs him from behind. ¡°EASY!!!¡± she yelled. ¡°EASY, DUMBASS!!!¡± Miguel breaks free and charges away. ¡°NO!!!¡± Miguel teleports away. ¡°Oh, dear God¡­¡± said Anna. She activates her strings. ¡°Anna. Easy¡­¡± said Jedan. ¡°We¡¯ll just call the soldiers on him. They¡¯ve captured him thrice before. No tragedies that time.¡± ¡°HE CAN¡¯T BE ANYONE ELSE¡¯S PROBLEM OTHER THAN MINE!!!¡± she roared, charging into the rain. Anna begins crying. ¡°Miguel¡­ MIGUEL!!! MIGUEL!!! MIGUEL!!!¡± Anna kept running, sweating all over and her heart beating like there¡¯s no tomorrow. She grabs her heart and cries in fear, only for her to stop. ¡°Hey¡­ easy, there¡­¡± said a beautiful woman. Anna¡¯s eyes widen. ¡°Hey¡­ Miss? Thanks for-!¡± Anna is horrified. She meets¡­ a younger Aurora. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°I know¡­ You¡¯re a version of Anna¡­ You¡¯re¡­ afraid of me, but don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m not like the other Auroras. I have a cedula¡­ over here!¡± she smiled, showing her document to Anna. ¡°Uhm¡­¡± said Anna. ¡°You from around-?¡± ¡°Oh¡­ No¡­ This isn¡¯t my native Earth. My world was wiped out by She-Devil¡¯s World Eradicator.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± said Anna. Miguel sighs as he falls to his knees and returns to normal. Miguel looks up and sees Lovely while the rain falls on his face, proceeding to turn red from nervousness. ¡°Whoa¡­ You¡¯re pretty!¡± he smiled. Anna felt¡­ terrible. ¡°Miguel. C¡¯mon. Let¡¯s go home.¡± ¡°I heard what you said¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°Excuse you?¡± ¡°No¡­ Like¡­ never mind¡­¡± Miguel follows after. The next day¡­ Anna sighs while she watches TV wherein Miguel finished serving their food. Miguel smiles and whistles. ¡°Why are you so happy?¡° asked Anna, grumbling. ¡°Uhm¡­ No reason. Haha!¡± Anna frowns and looks away. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Figure it out.¡± Miguel looks confused, with his eyebrow twitching. ¡°Annz¡­ Did I cook the wrong thing? You asked me to cook Adobo.¡± ¡°I hate Adobo,¡± said Anna. ¡°Keep cooking. Maybe you¡¯d get there.¡± ¡°Dude. WHAT!?!?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± ¡°For what?¡± ¡°I DON¡¯T KNOW!!!¡± Anna looks away. Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver. ¡°You can¡¯t take advantage of how I don¡¯t understand social cues to prolong this argument. That¡­ isn¡¯t fair¡­¡± Anna just doesn¡¯t speak with him. Miguel yells. ¡°Anna!? ANNA!!?! ANNA!?!?!?!¡± ¡°Get out.¡± Miguel feels hurt. He walks outside and slams the door, while he crackles his knuckles and his finger¡¯s joints. Reaching a cafe, Miguel silently watches YouTube shorts, only to overhear someone hearing the same thing he¡¯s watching. Miguel looks over her shoulder and the lady smiles. It¡¯s the Aurora alter. ¡°Hi!¡± she smiled. ¡°Hey!¡± smiled Miguel. ¡°You watchin¡¯ Reaction Vidz?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you do that with your wife at home or sumthn¡¯? Sorry¡­ I didn¡¯t mean to offend.¡± ¡°No. I get it. Um¡­ No¡­ She thinks what I watch is lame. She likes watching shorts, though.¡± ¡°What a weirdo,¡± they both said at the same time. The woman smiles. ¡°Lovely Fernandez¡­¡± she shook his hand, but he awkwardly brofisted her palm, causing her to blush. She leans closer. ¡°You smell pretty good.¡± He leans closer. ¡°Yeah. So do you!¡± Their lips are inches away from each other. Miguel backs away. ¡°You¡¯re alright, Lovely!¡± he smiled. Lovely looks a bit saddened but smiles anyway. ¡°Thanks!¡± Miguel sighs. ¡°How do I know you aren¡¯t Aurora¡¯s spy? No offense, as well¡­¡± Lovely gasps and sarcastically says, ¡°How dare you!¡± She shows his cedula. ¡°You¡¯re an-...¡° She transforms¡­ into an Aswang. Miguel blushes and transforms as well. Miguel teleports away. She smiles and teleports as well, appearing before him on top of the building. Miguel backs away. ¡°Lovely¡­ I feel¡­¡± She smirks. ¡°Huh¡­¡± She looks down there. ¡°It seems you¡¯re¡­ ¡®feeling it¡¯ as well, Mr. Krabs.¡± Miguel backs away. ¡°No¡­¡± ¡°Right¡­ I know¡­ You have a girlfriend¡­¡± she snarled, showing her voluptuous furry body to Miguel as he smells her scent. ¡°This is wrong¡­¡± ¡°How¡¯d you know she wasn¡¯t with me¡­ officially¡­?¡± ¡°Because¡­ So did my Miguel¡­ But he¡¯s gone now¡­¡± She leans closer and slides her finger down his pecs to his abs. Miguel sighs. ¡°She never does this to me¡­¡± ¡°Neither does any other men with me¡­ You¡­ You¡¯re so¡­ beautiful..¡± Her breath met his nose, which quivers like a rabbit. ¡°I¡­ am not a cheater¡­¡± said Miguel, backing away. ¡°Didn¡¯t she cheat on you?¡± ¡°She thought I was dead¡­¡± ¡°Did she?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t she?¡± ¡°I DON¡¯T KNOW¡­ I JUST WANNA-!!!¡± She French kisses him, sucking his tongue like a lollipop as he kicks her away and backs away. He growls and snarls, releasing strange acidic pheromones that melt the nearby cement. Miguel backs away, becoming more animalistic and muscula, and more beautiful, like a weirdly hot furry. ¡°Miguel¡­¡± she ticked her wings, in a happy and excited rhythm. Miguel backs away. ¡°NO!!!¡± Lovely kisses him, but Miguel pushes her away. ¡°She sees you as a problem¡­ I see you¡­ I¡­ see¡­ you¡­¡± Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver. That night¡­ While Anna is asleep, Miguel lies down in the bed next to her. Anna smells him. Anna stands up. She sniffs his hair, making him blush, but she angrily grabs him and pulls him up. ¡°What did you DO!?!?¡± she cried. ¡°I didn¡¯t do anything¡­ i said no. Don¡¯t¡­ worry¡­¡± ¡°Did you!?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°WHY DO I SMELL HER!?!?¡± ¡°She¡­ kissed me.¡± ¡°What¡­?¡± asked Anna. ¡°I pulled away. I didn¡¯t consent.¡± ¡°Your eyes say different,¡± said Anna. ¡°I did. I backed away. Believe me, Anna.¡± She grabs him down there. Anna sighs in relief but punches him. Miguel sighs. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I¡¯m sorry¡­ This¡­ This is my fault.¡± ¡°Yeah! IT IS!!!¡± ¡°But¡­ she was right¡­ You do see me as your problem¡­ She sees me as-...¡± Miguel stops. ¡°What did you just say!?¡± asked Anna. ¡°Me¡­¡± ¡°You¡­ finished it¡­¡± she frowned, looking away. ¡°Miguel? It¡¯s over¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°IT¡¯S OVER!!!¡± she sobbed. ¡°Anna, I love you. I chose you. I¡¯m confused¡­ Why¡­?¡± ¡°IT¡¯S OVER!!!¡± Anna stands up and packs her clothes in her suitcase. ¡°KEEP GABRIELLE!!! AND YOUR EMPIRE!!!¡± ¡°What are you saying?¡± sobbed Miguel, afraid. Anna slaps him. ¡°I¡¯m saying¡­ I¡¯m breaking up with you.¡± Miguel¡¯s eyes are traumatized, horrified, and heartbroken¡­ Jed and Chris Meet Hobo Jedan and Chris smile while walking in the dark alleyway ¡°Hey Chris. Y¡¯know this place used to be ancestral burial grounds of the mountain tri-? OH MY GOD!!!¡± ¡°KICK PON PON!!! KICK PON PON!!!¡± yelled a weird Nuno sa Punso, a dwarf like critter that dwells in holes. ¡°KICK PON PON!!! KICK POTAN INA MON!!!¡± he yelled, in a boxer¡¯s Panther-style stance while boxing the air. ¡°Hey! Magic man!¡± yelled Chris. ¡°Chris. Please don¡¯t engage the strange creature.¡± ¡°I just did.¡° ¡°Shit. Thought you were singing a song or some shit. Um¡­ Hi, you¡­ I¡¯m Jed. This is Chris!¡± ¡°We live in the Burnham Palace.¡± Jedan punches Chris¡¯ shoulder. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, we¡¯ll be on our way.¡± ¡°KICK PON PON!!! KICK KICK PONCH!!!¡± The Nuno hammers his fist into Jedan¡¯s face who just flops into the wall like rubber. Jedan growls, fixing and reforming himself as he yells ¡°RUBBER¡­ RUUUUUUUSH!!!¡± Jed throws a flurry of punches and strikes him. The Nuno sa Punso immediately creates holes midair that teleports all of his punches back into his face. Jedan crashes away as Chris turns into Rock Form, charging only to crash into the alley¡¯s walls. The Nuno sa Punso growls angrily, blocking them from the alley. ¡°What the hell is your PROBLEM, MAN!?!? LET US PASS!!!¡± roared Jedan. ¡°No!¡± roared the Nuno. ¡°Why NOT!?!?¡± asked Jedan, growling. ¡°Hm! Fine! The Earth man can go forward! But YOU CANNOT!!!¡± ¡°WHY!?!?¡± growled Jedan. Chris smiles. ¡°You¡¯re letting me pass?¡± ¡°Dude! I CAN¡¯T GET TO THE JEEP HOME IF-!!!¡± Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. ¡°SILENCE!!!¡± The Nuno blasts bullets of rocks at the duo hailing from the holes. ¡°WHOA!!!¡± roared Jedan. ¡°AGAIN!!! PROBLEM!?!? Ya fuckin¡¯ DEMON!?!?¡± ¡°Ya frickadoodoos callin¡¯ me DEMONS!!! I AM THE EARTH SPIRIT!!! THE NUNO SA PUNSO!!!¡± ¡°Never heard of you,¡± said Jedan. ¡°I am the Earth guardian of these burial grounds. Your kind have been disgustingly throwing trash ALL OVER my graveyard! AND I AM INSULTED!!!¡± ¡°Hey! We don¡¯t practice littering!¡± ¡°But you could see me and you¡¯re clearly not DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!?!? Don¡¯t you kids know how to respect NATURE!?!?¡± ¡°No,¡± smiled Chris, as Jed punches him in the shoulder. ¡°Heh. Ouch.¡± ¡°Do you want us to what? Grovel? Pray to ya?¡± ¡°I want you to clean this area. This¡­ is the only area I have power over left¡­ This place was once known as Bag-Iw. A land of the tribes¡­ But then the Americans came and burned down forests¡­ huts¡­ My people¡­ I was their god¡­ Among others in the Visayan regions and the Central Luzonite regions, but the mountain Fire Tribe have since taken me in when the Spanish ruined everything¡­ I know this ain¡¯t my age no more¡­ but¡­ I was something to these people¡­ Their ancestors¡­ I meant something¡­ And I no longer hold the power over them¡­¡± He looks up to the sky. ¡°How come we still see ya?¡± asked Jedan. ¡°Because you seem to be Usog Users¡­ I may ask of you one thing¡­ from one spirit to another..¡± ¡°We¡¯re not Spirits,¡± said Jedan. ¡°What are men but spirits with puppets forged from mud? Lemme finish. I ask of you to exorcise me¡­¡± ¡°Whoa, whoa¡­ We¡¯re not interested in ending the life of a Spirit,¡± said Jedan. ¡°I would like to move on now. Please. My business is finished. I have done my duty of protecting the ancestors of this land¡­¡± ¡°Dude. Wouldn¡¯t that mean they¡¯d come back to life? Haunt us or whatever? Aren¡¯t you like¡­ a way to ground those guys 6 feet under?¡± asked Chris. ¡°So, now that this will make you shudder, you require me to stay?¡± asked the Nuno. ¡°It¡¯s only when gods are needed will they be appreciated. Just ask your God, Yahweh. Such a poor thing He is.¡± Jedan and Chris turn to each other. Jedan smiles and proceeds cleaning the trash. ¡°Is this your sad attempt to keep me here?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll exorcise you after,¡± said Jedan. ¡°We¡¯ll handle the monsters that will come when you¡¯re gone.¡± ¡°Why do you do this?¡± asked the Nuno. ¡°We have a friend. His name is Miguel. Aswang. He would want this for you. Kinda rubs off on others in the end, y¡¯know?¡± smiled Jedan. ¡°Used to be such a dick, too.¡± ¡°Uh-huh!¡± smiled Chris. ¡°My whole life, I was just some idiot who didn¡¯t know any better.. A bit slow¡­ Kinda dumb¡­ But Miguel showed us a path. A better one filled with true happiness.¡± ¡°You know¡­ how to exorcise?¡± asked the Nuno. ¡°Yes. And you¡¯re lucky you met us and not some scum out there¡­¡± ¡°I was a regular man¡­¡± said the Nuno. ¡°I had a family. We only wished to live in peace¡­ But then the Spanish came¡­ Their names were Lawa, my wife, and Iluk, my dear son. They exorcised us, believing we were harmful spirits, but no¡­ The fools only feared the unknown¡­ They wiped my family to another dimension completely¡­ I never saw them for hundreds of yeards¡­ I don¡¯t even remember what they looked like¡­ They called us monsters¡­ Used our existence to make my own people fear me¡­ Keep them grounded¡­ in check¡­ Slaves¡­ Now¡­ I will be remembered as a monster.¡° Jedan smiles and hugs him, and so does Chris. ¡°Hey. You ain¡¯t a monster, alright?¡± asked Jedan. ¡°Aboslutely nothing is wrong with you.¡± ¡°Thank you¡­¡± the Nuno closed his eyes and disappeared into golden flakes. Polygamy Beatle sits next to Miguel, drinking from a flask of milk. ¡°First time?¡± Miguel just stays silent. Beatle pats him on the back. ¡°Kid¡­ I did this game with Annie and Ruru for years. My answer? It never mattered. What matters is your mission.¡± Miguel¡¯s eyes quiver nearly psychotically. ¡°What did I do wrong?¡± Beetle sighs. ¡°You didn¡¯t do anything wrong. You just got with her at the wrong period of your life. As did all of us. Is she a good Aurora?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t wanna know.¡± ¡°Good. Not wanting to know is what we all think first. That¡¯s good.¡± ¡°Is it¡­ supposed to be instinctual?¡± Beatle facepalms. ¡°Does she happen to be an Aswang?¡± ¡°Maybe¡­¡± ¡°Pantheon Hybrid?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Holy shit¡­¡± said Beatle. ¡°That¡¯s a first, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Mhm. You¡¯re done fucked. That¡¯s gonna be a lotta babies.¡± Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°Only Anna can have my babies.¡± ¡°Sure, kid. Sure. I mean, Arachne being a single egg is a miracle within itself. Sheesh, kid.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Miguel facepalms. ¡°I want Anna.¡± ¡°Yeah? Well, now, to keep a public image, just like Prometheus, you¡¯re gonna be in a polygamy.¡± ¡°Even if she¡¯s estranged!?¡± ¡°She¡¯s First Lady. She¡¯s legally bound to you.¡± ¡°But not¡­ emotionally¡­ or anything else.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That sucks.¡± ¡°Why do you think Pro had two wives. And a hubby.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Miguel facepalmed. ¡°I can¡¯t believe I have a concubine¡­¡± ¡°Yeah? Well, Black is in that room right now to fix things up with Anna. Make sure she stays around to keep this family together. She¡¯s the glue of this team. She gets worn out, this team breaks any second.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Anna is seen walking out with Black, giving Miguel a horrible death stare, before scoffing and walking away. ¡°I don¡¯t want to be with Lovely.¡± ¡°Well, the media loves your story¡­¡± Beatle shows that they somehow took pics of the affair. ¡°We ARE NOT in an affair,¡± said Miguel. ¡°You¡¯re gonna pretend you love her. Even if it hurts her.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because if she¡¯s the glue of this team, your relationship with Lovely and her will be the glue to this Multivrse.¡± In the interview¡­ ¡°Yes! We have decided to enjoy the classic polygamous life, as allowed by Prometheus!¡± smiled Miguel, as Lovely sultrily kisses Miguel. Anna just smiles at the camera with her eye twitching subtly. ¡°And how do you feel, First Lady?¡± smiled the interviewer/ Anna smiles through. ¡°I¡¯ve¡­ never been happier!¡± The people cheer for the new throuple. Miguel then sits next to Lovely. Lovely kisses his neck. ¡°I¡¯m sorry things ended with Anna like that¡­ And the world will never know your pain¡­¡± ¡°Lovely¡­ I don¡¯t wanna sleep with you.¡± ¡°Miguel¡­ We¡¯re married now¡­ Of course, we do! Plus¡­ she hurt you¡­ Isn¡¯t it best to hurt her back?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Well¡­ You wanna do this alone, then?¡± This strikes Miguel in a weird way. Miguel sighs. ¡°Do it.¡± Lovely kisses him, hard, and Miguel kisses her back, wrapping his arms and legs around her as they both fall into the bed. Meanwhile, Anna just sleeps in the next room, with ear muffs on her head while she cried softly. Doomer Origins 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.¡± The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. 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. Hey Jude 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. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°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. Therapy Athena smiles, finishing mixing the tea she wanted to make. She sighs in relief, allowing the tea to drip back into the basin. She places the spoon¡¯s concave end and spins it at the basin¡¯s lips. Gerard smiles while he gives tea to a customer. ¡°Next please!¡± A foreigner African-American woman enters the tea shop. ¡°Oh. You¡¯re¡­ white¡­¡± ¡°Yeah. Problem, Ma¡¯am?¡± asked Gerard. ¡°No, it¡¯s just that, I¡¯d rather meet a homogeneously segregated Philippines, y¡¯know?¡± ¡°Um¡­ The fuck, Madam?¡± he asked in his awesome British voice. ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s controversial to think this¡­ But look at Africa¡­ Look at Finland. Very homogeneous. Clean.¡± ¡°Get out of my restaurant. You offend me.¡± ¡°Okay, racist,¡± said the black woman. Gerard facepalms. ¡°Alright. See you in court, Ma¡¯am.¡± The woman walks away, shaking her head. Miguel walks in and passes by the woman. ¡°My Lord. Leave this place. He¡¯s racist.¡± ¡°Nah. He¡¯s my lieutenant. Get out while ya still can! Haha!¡± Miguel meets with Gerard. ¡°I sense black superiority. You good, dude?¡± ¡°I am¡­ good, my friend¡­¡± ¡°Sorry about the integration policy. Black Supremacists are becoming more and more¡­ annoying¡­ Imagine if a white man said that. He¡¯d get canceled, but if a Filipino and a black dude says it? No one would care,¡± said Miguel, sighing. ¡°Man Humans suck. Anyway. Hey Gerry. Can I get a Matcha Latte?¡± ¡°Of course, my Lord. One Matcha Late coming up!¡± Suddenly, some Filipino men walk into the store. ¡°Hey,¡± said their leader. ¡°Who is Gerard Persuvius?¡± Gerard sighs. ¡°What would you want, friends?¡± ¡°You the racist that humiliated that poor black woman?¡° Miguel smiles. ¡°This is you fight, dude. Imma watch!¡± Gerard sighs and grabs the katana¡¯s handle poking out of his scabbard. ¡°If you wish to execute me without fair trial, I will not hesitate to fight.¡± ¡°Putangina mo. We want ya outta here from our country, Blondie!!! You don¡¯t belong here, Kano!¡± ¡°I¡¯m Nueva Yorcan. Where I¡¯m from, America is gone.¡± ¡°As it should, colonizer!¡± Gerard draws his katana. ¡°Leave.¡± The seven men prepare to draw their guns. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. ¡°Aight. Let¡¯s see who¡¯s faster,¡± smiled the man. ¡°Can we please take this outside?¡± sighed Gerard. ¡°No,¡° they draw but¡­ Their heads are already cut in half. ¡°CALL THE POLICE!!!¡± ¡°I pardon him. Never mind,¡± said Miguel, as the people in the restaurant are terrified by his words. Miguel burns the bodies away. ¡°I mean¡­ I don¡¯t kill¡­ But I do agree the only good racist is a dead one.¡± ¡°You¡¯re beginning to sound like Pro. You gonna cover this up?¡° asked Gerard. ¡°You gotta dirty your hands to fix the world.¡° Gerard sighs and pats his shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry the world did this to you.¡± Miguel sighs and prays for their souls. ¡°Join me, Gerry?¡± ¡°Of course, my Lord,¡± said Gerard, as he prays as well for their Souls. ¡°I don¡¯t hate them,¡± said Miguel. ¡°But if they¡¯re gonna cause a ruckus, well¡­¡± Miguel sighs. ¡°I do sound like Pro¡­¡± Miguel sighs. ¡°And that¡¯s a story¡­¡± Miguel is revealed to be in front of his therapist. ¡°Miguel¡­ How do you feel?¡± ¡°Ass. Am I a psychopath?¡± ¡°More like¡­ depressed.¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong with me?¡± ¡°Absolutely nothing. It¡¯s a very human reaction with the way you are placed in this situation. I am very sorry that this happened to you. But, Miguel¡­ The hardest part of your job is you have to balance idealism with cold pragmatism. You saw those men holding guns and you wanted to kill them. But you had to allow your instinct for what you believed was justice, which was the fact that you would have Gerard handle his own fight. You knew Gerard would kill them. You allowed him to kill them. The old you would¡¯ve kept him in check, or at least scolded him after. You didn¡¯t. Why?¡± ¡°Because Prometheus would want this for me.¡± ¡°What about what you want for you?¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t matter¡­¡± ¡°It always matters, Miguel. Have you been¡­ blacking out lately?¡± Miguel slowly looks down. ¡°Miguel. You have to tell me the truth.¡± ¡°Maybe. I¡¯ve been blacking out lately.¡± ¡°Would you like me to refer you to a psychiatrist?¡± Miguel nods subtly. ¡°I can¡¯t legally give ya meds. But between you and me? Try camomile and gingerbread cookies.¡± ¡°Mmm¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°Don¡¯t be like Aurora.¡± Miguel nods. ¡°I won¡¯t. I¡¯m not! I¡¯m¡­ Am I¡­?¡± ¡°I will refer you. You¡¯ll see them next Saturday.¡± Miguel walks outside, only to see someone on the Hellish news being broadcasted in the big screens doing a near-closed fist symbol, similarly as the ones marching back then. Their near-closed fists have a hold between their palms and fingers, showing circles. Miguel is confused. ¡°What is that?¡± he asked himself. The man on Television is shot dead, confusing Miguel even more. Miguel does the symbol, and a few people nod in approval when seeing him, doing the same symbol. Miguel meets with Beatle once more later that day¡­ ¡°This symbol¡­¡± said Miguel. ¡°That symbol was made by one of our famous senates in PH History, before Narciso had him assassinated in an airport. Same symbol Rizal used. Same one I used when I was still¡­ idealistic.¡± ¡°The rebels in Aurora¡¯s empire were doing the symbol. Near-closed fists. Hole in the middle. They do it before getting themselves killed.¡° Beatle leans back on his chair. ¡°That means if Prime finds this out, which she probably already had, she likely has leverage to blame you for the current insurrection in their nation.¡± ¡°Why!?¡± ¡°Because that symbol comes from the liberal party of the Philippines¡­ Called the Biloganos by the conservatives who don¡¯t even know they¡¯re conservatives. Narciso supporters. Now, it¡¯s a sign for sociopolitical change used in rebellions that protect the Philippines¡¯ democracy.¡± ¡°So, dictatorship bad?¡± Beatle sighs. ¡°The Manila Revolution, which began in EDSA, as a hefty day. It was the most peaceful revolution in the world, and Narciso¡¯s current son and successor marketed it as a form of treason. He compared himself to Marvel heroes¡­ Even making himself look funny in social media and created armies of supporters. Because they¡¯re stupid. They don¡¯t know how to use Facebook correctly. Meanwhile, the other side, the good side, had me learn to use TikTok. Christ. Around the time I fought against him, Aurora and I used that symbol to argue our points, but soon, when Aurora beheaded him during the Manila Civil War, they used the symbol against her. She associates that symbol to me. And now, you.¡± ¡°So¡­ she def knows¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s strange is that she isn¡¯t telling the world about it yet. Could be a form of leverage. A secret weapon she could use to thwart your support. Think about it. All the bloodshed in your name. Well, our name.¡± ¡°Right¡­ Oof.¡± ¡°You should start thinking your next moves, kid. She¡¯s fucking annoying with it.¡± ¡°Do you repent in heart¡­?¡± ¡°Every time.¡± ¡°You think God forgives us for what we do?¡± ¡°I want to. But I hate myself too much to even think it.¡± He Reaps The Reaper pants in pain, limping into the snow before falling into the cabin¡¯s door. The Reaper¡¯s eyes open and he meets a young American man. ¡°Evening¡­¡± said the Reaper. ¡°Hello. You were in the storm. I wanted to help.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± The Reaper salutes him. The man smiles and salutes him. ¡°You served?¡± ¡°Mhm. A long time¡­ Don¡¯t wanna talk abou it a lot, though.¡± ¡°Me neither. Thanks for being a friend.¡± The Reaper shivers. ¡°Here,¡± said the man, giving him a blanket for cover. ¡°Thank you.¡± Months pass, and the Reaper and the man began to share a close bond. One time, the man went out fishing with the Reaper, and the Reaper joined him. ¡°So, Reapz,¡± The man told the Reaper. ¡°You like huntin¡¯ for bass?¡± ¡°Mhm. Yeah¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s hard to see other bass-lovers out there. You ever tried Matha Latte?¡± ¡°I love that stuff. Heheh.¡± ¡°I know! Ain¡¯t that great? The leafy earthy smell. It tastes¡­ Grounded¡­ Like all things should be¡­ Placed perfectly grounded¡­ apart¡­ separate¡­ categorized¡­¡± ¡°I agree. I love keeping things clean, y¡¯know?¡± ¡°Great to have a friend like you. By the way, you¡¯ve never showed any of your skin there, pal.¡± If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Less you know about me, the better.¡± ¡°Hm¡­¡± said the man, tipping his hat. ¡°Buddy. You look hungry. Want some of my Match Mochi?¡± The Reaper nods, and he turns around and eats some of the delectable rice ball. The man smiles and laughs, seeing some of The Reaper¡¯s skin. ¡°You¡¯re one of the good ones.¡± Months later, the pair listen to music, reading together, watching movies together like Star Wars, Marvel movies, DC movies, and even anime, sharing ideas about manga, art, literature, and their similar opinions with how the world should be always in order. The Reaper finally found a connection¡­ But one day¡­ The Reaper nods, as the man smiles and brings him into a meeting area. ¡°I think he¡¯d be a great asset for us,¡± smiled the man. The larger muscular man smiles and nods. ¡°Good. Welcome, friend.¡± ¡°Oh. By the way. If ya don¡¯t mind. He¡¯s¡­ one of them. Good ones, though. Strong, too.¡± ¡°We could use ¡®im for muscle and spyin¡¯ then.¡± The Reaper nods. ¡°You got a job for me?¡± ¡°Yes, sir. Not the legal kind, though. You good with that?¡± ¡°I¡¯m good with any pay. Just no innocents.¡± ¡°Believe me. None of those we gon¡¯ kill are innocent.¡± The Reaper walks in and is unfazed, as he and his friend see a Nazi meeting place with the Swastika flag laid in front of them. The Reaper sighs and tears up. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, bud?¡± asked the man, as the Reaper sees pictures of Jews, blacks, gingers, and even Filipinos strung up like dogs plastered on the walls. The Reaper sighs. ¡°Hell¡­¡± ¡°What¡­?¡± asked the man. The Reaper burns all of the men alive. ¡°FAIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!¡± The man stares in horror. ¡°Reapz! NO!!! YOU DON¡¯T UNDERSTAND!!!¡± ¡°You¡¯re a Nazi,¡± said the Reaper. ¡°They¡¯re my friends! It¡¯s the cause! I thought you agreed! The world is meant to be ordered! CLEANSED!!!¡° ¡°Not this way¡­ These are all wanted criminals¡­ Murderers.¡± ¡°Order keepers!¡± ¡°Why were you nice to me?¡± asked the Reaper, being heartbroken just a bit. ¡°Because¡­ I looked into your eyes. You¡­ got that fire in ya, bud.¡± He teared up. ¡°You¡¯re just like us¡­ just¡­ not on the right side¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t take sides¡­¡± said the Reaper, squinting his eyes. ¡°I stay loyal to the Parliament, to Prometheus, to Beatle St. King.¡± ¡°See? Beatle even rejected the Jews and joined the Filipinos.¡± ¡°I saw 12 Filipino men strung up.¡± ¡°They are unclean! They are DIRTY!!! They don¡¯t believe our cause! Our beliefs!¡± ¡°What happens when the world is ¡®cleaned?¡¯ I just get stuck cleaning your dishes and doing fucking laundry for you NAZIS?¡± ¡°I was gonna give you a position¡­¡± ¡°WHY!?!?¡± ¡°Because¡­ you¡¯re my only friend.¡± The Reaper closes his eyes and looks away. ¡°I guess this is it. I¡¯m sorry, old friend. But you betrayed me¡­¡± The Nazi sobs. ¡°Just¡­ do what you gotta do, friend.¡± The Reaper takes out his scythe and decapitates the man, but his body somehow instinctively hugs the Reaper, causing him to tear up. The Reaper sighs. ¡°F¡­ F¡­ Fucking Nazis¡­¡± he teared up. He burned the other b