Black Sabbath was just sitting there before Beatle. Eyes baffled. Maw gaping with subtlety. She just glared at Beatle with such pain and jealousy, not over his love, but for his attention. The very thing she feigned for, as despicable as it was: Her daily ego vitamins. She was filled with cowardice and nausea from what he just said.
“Anz? Anz,” Beatle snapped her mind back with a Saturn voice.
“Huh?” asked Sabbath.
“I said I’m already seeing someone. And I don’t wanna lead you on.”
“Leading me ON!? Whahahahahat??? How-... No! What? NO!!! If anything, I’m leading YOU on!” she laughed.
“Her name’s Aphrodite.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Sorry… I just… wanted to prove to you that she’s real.”
“No. You wanted me to cry over you.”
“What? Why would I want that to happen with my best friend?” Beatle tilted his head, looking rather confused.
“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“Oh… Alright then. I’ll be gardening soon.”
“Great, I guess. Make sure you do your best on those sunflowers!”
“I don’t plant sunflowers.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I plant oregano. Totally different, dude. I dry their leaves not the sunflower seeds.”
“Mhm.”
“You are NOT paying attention.”
“Yes, I am!”
“Sorry… I’ll… I’ll just…”
Sabbath places her hand over his.
Beatle stops himself from standing.
“I’m… worthy… of your love.”
“No, you’re not.” Beatle gently picks her hand up and places it down on the table. “You broke my heart. You only came back to haunt me. Remind me that I’m stuck with you. Now, you constantly grovel and mask it as some kinda apology, but in reality, you’re trying to keep the narrative that you’re some sorta victim.”
“Miguel-...”
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“Don’t call me by my slave name.”
“Miguel, I-...“
Beatle cringes and scoffs, standing up and walking away. Beatle hands her some cash. “Here. For the bill.”
Sabbath facepalms, slamming her forehead on the table.
Beatle sighs and walks away.
Sabbath stands up and turns to him. “I love-...”
Beatle stops.
“N-... Never mind.”
Beatle sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t blame you. Not anymore. But please remember that I didn’t want to lead you on. Don’t do the opposite to me.”
Black Sabbath looks down, as Beatle walks away, and Sabbath turns to a handsome, muscular man across the bar, smiling at her.
Sabbath wakes up, under the bed sheets, with the man having left a note on her bed. ”Traumadumping is kinda cringe, but you were hot, I guess. Not the best tho.”
Sabbath crumples the paper and angrily threw it to the ground. She stood up in her messy apartment. It smelled terrible, like sweat, and dishes, clothes, and various papers are everywhere. Her daughters are absent, since they now live with Beatle.
Sabbath groggily walked toward the kitchen and whipped up some terribly-beaten eggs, mixed with water, and some tea, and also some day-old rice left out in the open.
Black Sabbath turns on the television and sees how the world is doing, which is burning, as per usual, with all the splinter factions of the original Christ Crusaders battling each other. She sighs and turns it off.
She smells her pits and decides to put on her suit, activating her bird-like wings and flying off the window.
She sighs, seeing a gigantic lizard attacking town square, breaking the buildings into pieces as Black Sabbath, with a single punch, blows up its head, as its body fell toward the city, only for Beatle to save the city by keeping the creature from falling on any bystanders and gently placing it down.
Beatle smiles, while many children smile, laughing and waving at him, hugging him and giggling. Beatle asks, “Are all of you okay? Hey. You okay?” smiled Beatle, as Black Sabbath landed behind him.
“You stink,” said one girl, turning to Sabbath.
“Hey. That isn’t nice, okay? Say sorry to my friend,” smiled Beatle.
“I’m sorry, Beatle’s friend,” said the girl.
“It’s okay…” said Sabbath, nodding softly. “Would you like some candy-?”The kid walked away to hug Beatle.
Suddenly, a woman of great beauty and attraction landed before Beatle, who kisses him, and Beatle pulls away, eyes turning to Sabbath’s, who is clearly distraught.
Beatle sighs, laughing, resting his forehead on hers. “Aph… Not now…”
Aphrodite giggles. “Right… Public, yes?”
“No… Uh…” He turns to Black Sabbath.
Aphrodite gasps and offers a handshake. “Oh my! I am so sorry! You are-...?”
“Black Sabbath.”
“Aphrodite. Goddess of love.”
“Black Sabbath. Goddess of Bitches Who Don’t Give A Fuck-...”
Beatle frowns at Sabbath, who looks away.
Sabbath whistles.
“Sorry. She’s a friend,” smiled Beatle. “And… mother of the kids.”
“Ah! Billy and Gabrielle? I love those two!” she smiled.
Sabbath clenched her fists. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah! They called me Mommy once!”
Sabbath approaches her and Beatle grabs her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and walking her away, causing her to blush but stayed angrily staring at Aphrodite.
“Hahaha!!! Such a kidder, this one!” smiled Beatle. He whispers to Sabbath. “What the hella are you doing, dude!? Have you been drinking again!? And you’re making that face whenever you didn’t do good with either me or Death Leopard…”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Sabbath rolled her eyes. “I’m not the one with the whore!”
“Aphrodite is a kind and gentle MILF, Sabbath! She’s also changed from her Greek Myth self! She listens to me, validates me, loves my interests, and actually KNOWS I PLANT OREGANO!!! And she’s just a swell person all throughout! AND SHE HAS AUTISM LIKE ME!!!”
“Uh-huh. Where was she in the fight, huh?”
“IN STARBUCKS!!! What is WITH you, dude?”
“I can’t just stop… feeling… this way overnight…”
“I’m sorry. You’re right. But don’t hurt her over it.”
Sabbath scoffs and walks away. “Guess that evening at the top of Hyatt didn’t matter, huh?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Beatle, as Sabbath scoffs and continues walking way.
Meanwhile…
MacJovial whirs, building… something… A strange new breed of animatronics: The Love Doves.