People can be seen in the streets, screaming in horror, trying to escape the evil dark demons each slaughtering them and feasting on their bodies.
"ALL HAIL... MORNINGSTAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!" yelled the Demonic Soldiers.
"BREAKING NEWS!!!" yelled the news anchor, who speaks News. "Morningstar Prime's soldiers have now fully "
"YOU DROPPED IT!?!?" asked the Reaper, facepalming.
"Yep... I... hadn't closed my bag..." said Miguel.
Jedan facepalms. "I TOLD YOU!!!"
"That you did..." said Miguel. "Guess you're King, now, huh, Mr. Reaper?"
"Um... about that... I can't."
"Why not?" asked Miguel.
The Reaper touches Miguel's head and it phases through his face.
"Whoa... A hologram?"
"Yeah... I'm... doing something..." said the Reaper. "Very important... Personal. Thus, I'm entrusting you to be the acting Emperor of Maharlica. Good day." The hologram disappears.
Miguel's eye twitches.
Anna enters the room. "WHO WANTS COOKIES!?!?" she smiled, as Miguel fell to his knees and puked.
"Dad...?" asked Arachne, helping him up.
"I'm... fine..." he smiled. "Just... tired... Oh... Oh, wow-..." Miguel falls over and Anna yells out his name before helping him up. "Tired... Heh..."
Beatle walks in. "A man needs to rest, child..." said Beatle, entering the door.
"So... you're our... Um... Great-Grandpa..." said Jedan. "And you got Pro killed."
"Pro consented..." said Miguel. "That's enough, Jed."
Jedan scoffs. "Hmph."
"Hey, guy!" smiled Chris. "You're... tall..." he looks up to his face, looming over 8 feet tall. "Jesus..."
"Uh... Thanks..." said Beatle, sniffing. St. Princess, Billy, Death Leopard, Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Green Day, and Panthera enter.
Panthera looks at Chris. "Huh... Nice biceps."
"Nice quads," smirked Chris.
Green Day faces Jedan.
"Still drawing, I see?" smiled Jedan.
Green Day smirks. "Could teach ya a thing or two... I'd draw anything..." They both laughed. "Except Pigeons," they both said.
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Sabbath turns to Anna.
"Uhm... Hey..." said Anna.
"You should sleep," said Black Sabbath.
"Look who's talkin'," said Anna.
"Huh... Smart and sexy..."
"Same, at your age."
Beatle and Miguel turn to each other.
"Well?" asked Miguel.
"Should be askin' you that... War changes men... In 30 years, you could be me..."
"In 20 years, you could be me."
"Same with you. In one."
"That a challenge?"
Miguel smirks. "What do you think?"
Meanwhile...
Aswangs can be seen walking in the streets of various versions of EDSA each leading peaceful rallies.
A few were perturbed with a couple of terrorist explosions here and there.
A number of them in She-Devil's territory were captured and killed by their new ruler... heir to She-Devil's reign: Doomer.
Debates and arguments begin to rise about the rights of Aswang natives in the Philippines and questioning the usage of Splooge fuel.
"I understand that we have to do something, but the Splooge is that! A fuel that can power thousands of worlds!"
"So, your solution is to side with a genocidal tyrant who kills these Aswangs and their alters and sells them like specialized products!?"
"THE DICTATOR ISN'T WIPING THEM OUT!!! WE ARE!!! SIMPLY BY BEING!!! SIMPLY BY STANDING IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN MULTIVERSE THAT USES THEIR BLOOD AS FUEL!!! EACH OF OUR ELECTRONICS AND GADGETS ARE POWERED BY THE VERY THING THEY SELL US!!!"
"THIS MULTIVERSE IS BUILT BY VERSIONS OF A DEAD MAN!!!"
"And what are WE going to do about it!?"
"ALL HAIL... MORNINGSTAR!!!" roared a couple of terrorists before bombing two buildings next to the peace movement and proceeding to gun down the crowd.
"WHY SHOULD WE CARE!?!? DIDN'T THESE TWO JUST BREAK UP AND NOW WE HAVE TO PICK UP THE PIECES!?!?"
Beatle sighs. "It's more than that. This isn't just a war between lovers! It's a war about surviving our ethics... Our purpose... Our belief in autonomy and equity during a decision that would either bring up their extinction, or ours. You people are alive due to their blood. That ruins their autonomy. We can have alternatives. We can disband this empire."
"WE'D LOSE TRILLIONS IN EACH WORLD!!!"
"Took the words right outta my mouth..." growled Beatle, as the people mocked and rebuked him.
"Sir... They want you to step out... They want you dead..." said the guard. "Get to the portal."
"WH-WHAT DID WE DO!?!?"
"Huh... Now that you will suffer, NOW you care."
"Fuck..." said the man. "GET TO THE PORTAL EVERYONE!!!" yelled the man, running into the portal before being shot dead by the guard himself.
Beatle proceeds to shoot the guard in the back several times after.
The man falls to his knees. "Y-You coulda saved them... Why-...?"
"You broke the law. They broke morality."
"All... Hail... Morningstar..." The man falls face-first, dead.
Beatle closes his eyes as the building explodes, and hundreds inside killed. He stayed standing, unfazed.
He walks out of the building as people began spitting at him, rebuking him, yelling at him, and throwing trash at his face, but he was hauntingly unfazed, just staring at the people and sighing, both understanding them and disagreeing with their ways.
"HEY!!!" Miguel yelled, being punched in the face as he punches them right back. The people bagan beating him up as Miguel growls and transforms into an Aswang, making them run away.
The headliner frames this as an Aswang attack by the Emperor himself while others claim he had a tantrum.
"I still..." said Miguel, talking to his therapist. "...I still believe I can make a change..."
"What makes you say that?" asked the therapist.
"I just gotta keep training," he smiled. "I'm damned up for the challenge! Hahaha! Morningstar Prime's out there... She-Devil's successor... Crime's back up... Human experimentations... Rebellions... Wars... Post-Apocalypse World being a hot spot for war and crime... I'm UP for MORE FIGHTS!!!"
"Those who come looking for blood... find it..." said the therapist.
Miguel smiles proudly. "And the challenge excites me..."
To be continued...
Meanwhile...
Doomer smiles, picking up the puck the Reaper gave Miguel earlier in the series... which... he... dropped... before giving a silent but massive sneer on his face...
Now...
Miguel's eyes widen, now having moved back into his old home. He looks at his hands, wrinkly from the soap and dishwater. He smiles and laughs softly. He wipes a tear before continuing washing the dishes.