A much younger Prometheus, at the age of his early 30s, opens his eyes in the German Nazi field only to be thrown into a portal. Beaten and battered, he fell into a stranger place with even worse conditions that keep him from living. This place was under some sort of never-ending winter. Prometheus struggled, trying to survive as he stepped into the distance of the horizon, only to fall into his knees and dies, not...
His eyes open, to meet a man looking similar to himself.
"What the fuck?"
"Easy, Miguel," said Beatle.
"Are you... some kinda fucked up twin of mine?"
"Welcome to the Multiverse. I'm your alter. Your variant if you may."
"Where the fucking shit am I?"
"You're in my world. I've seen people like you come and go... Anyway, kid... You've got a long way to go..."
Later... Beatle began dancing to the rhythm of an old jukebox while the traumatized Prometheus hesitated from joining in, but Beatle laughs and lets him dance with him. Prometheus smiles, beginning to lighten up.
Eventually, Prometheus gains his own version of the Eskrima Sticks, which Beatle teaches him arnis and the art of his Bubble Usog.
Beatle teaches him how to use his Bubbles, every day and every night.
Eventually, while Prometheus was beaten and battered in the cold battle, Beatle offered him medicine and a blanket, eventually seeing him as his own...
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Prometheus and Beatle smiled, staring at the stars.
"Hey, Beatle?" asked Prometheus. "Does your... Dad hate you, too?"
"Yes," said Beatle.
"Here's the plan... When I get back to my world, I'll kill him."
Beatle laughs. "Kid... Vengeance leads you to nowhere. God is vengeance, but not as literal as it is. True vengeance is the kindness you give to those once were your enemies."
"Did you lose Grandpa, too?"
"Yes."
"Did the pain go away?"
"No. But there's one thing more powerful than that. Powerful than the hatred and pain they carry with you."
"That being?"
"Love."
Meanwhile... in another world...
Mars is a simple guy... He was once... Beatle.
But unlike Beatle, he was successful... A far more successful version of Beatle who was charming, beloved, and hilarious as the St. King. He was named "Zeus St. King", and as the Messiah he ruled the cosmos, but Zeus was a very tragic character. He was a womanizer, since his lover, Anne... well... She fell... for Tyrone...
Tyrone and Anne had a child... Her name was Diana... But sooner or later... an accident happened... Drunk and depressed, Zeus entered their home, only to hear Tyrone beating Anne. To protect them, he tried fighting Tyrone by himself, but he was too late. Tyrone had already strangled Anne to death, and Zeus angrily took his vambrace and stabbed him. The cops managed to come, only to see their St. King next to their bodies.
After the court trial, the St. King was let free but was forced to flee his world due to the backlash he received from his own people. He carried Diana with him, and raised her as his own... Eventually, the self-hatred grew in him... causing him to align himself with the NKA.
"She... used to love to skate..." said Mars. "Anne and I were skaters back then. Hehe... We'd skate downhill and trip on a couple of pebbles... Laugh it off with our bruises and blood."
Mars smiles, as he smokes some cigars.
Prometheus flies down next to Mars. "Really, now? Hm... I kinda get it..."
"No, you do not. Because compared to me, I actually didn't do any of my crimes til I joined Dumwayz. You DID."
"Oh, please, Mars! I just need to blow up those factories... Please..."
"What makes me wanna trust a dumbass like you?"
"Where's your daughter? 'Cuz I know where she is..." Prometheus smiles.
Mars smirks.