Four years ago...
"Miguel... I'm sorry," said Anna, as Miguel slams the door, crying. "Miguel! Listen to me! Please! Don't be mad."
"Anna. I really hope you find someone worthy of you. Please, just don't do this..."
"Miguel, please. I didn't mean to paint you as the bad guy."
"You told our classmates that I hurt you... And now Tyrone is-!"
"I KNOW!!! Okay? I didn't mean to do that."
Now...
Miguel sighs and types into his computer the first chapter of his new book.
Anna knocks on his door. "Hi, Miguel."
"Mhm."
"Um... Can I use your bathroom?"
"Okay."
Anna enters his bathroom and Miguel just ignores her the entire time.
Anna finishes and walks out. "Hey... We haven't talked in a while, now."
"Mhm."
"Wanna talk?"
"Nope," smiled Miguel.
"About how you killed Tyrone?"
Miguel stops typing. "You knew?"
"I smelled cleaning fluids on you that day."
"Cleaning fluids... Hm..."
"Yes. I didn't mean to offend."
"Anna. I'm not comfortable talking to you about this."
"You dissociated. It's okay. We can get you through this."
Miguel sighs. "Sometimes, I wish I still had the capability to even acknowledge you."
Anna opens her mouth.
"Don't be sorry. For anything."
"I don't love you, Miguel. Well, I thought I didn't."
"Mhm."
"Why do you have to be like that? Be unstable? Be insane?"
"I'm not unstable nor am I insane."
"Tyrone said-..."
"Tyrone is an unstable narcissist. I don't know what you see in him, but you clearly deserve each other."
"We do."
"Then get out. He's still alive."
"Beatle won't let me."
"Anna. Why are you still here? Why do you like him?"
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"Because I'm garbage."
"Jesus-... Anna. You mean so much more than that. You clearly don't deserve Tyrone."
"Then who? You?"
"No. We're done."
Anna was hurt by that.
"SEE!?!? You act like you don't want to be with me, but clearly you do. If you can't decide, then it's best for me to not be a part of that. Please, Anna."
"Okay..." Anna walked out of his room.
Miguel begins crying, and crying, and crying.
"Why...?" asked Miguel, sobbing.
"I'll tell ya why!" smiled a simple little dwarven-like creature. "Because you SUCK!!!" he smiled.
"Oh, hello..." said Miguel.
"Y'know, my dearest friend, you're just like him!" smiled the dwarven creature, standing on Miguel's shoulder. "He always wanted everything. To be King. To rule. To have power."
"Yeah. I know."
"Hey," smiled the creature. "Wanna hear a story?"
"Not really."
"How about a riddle?" he smiled.
"Um... I'm bad at riddles."
"Ooh! Ooh! How about a wish?" smiled the little critter.
"What?"
"A wish! Something you've always wanted!"
"I mean, I always wanted to be happy."
"And what exactly makes you happy, my dear child?"
Miguel begins to realize what this little critter is. But, he can't decide whether he is one or the other. "What do you offer?"
"My, my! I never got directly asked such a question."
Red flag. Miguel still can't tell which one this is. "What do you offer?" He repeated the questioner, strenlier.
"I wish to give you happiness. My help is yours to take."
"Is that a challenge?"
"You're trying to figure out who and what I am. I'm just a little angel on ya shoulder!"
Miguel gulps. "Okay... What do you think I want?"
"I think you want... an escape... from all... this..."
Miguel listens intently.
"I think your desire is to have everyone who ever bullied you receive vengeance, for you believe vengeance is mine."
"I do..."
"Is that what you want me to give you?" he asked, shining beautifully in light.
Miguel sighs. He takes a long pause. "Tyrone would be dead... My enemies would be dead... Everyone I ever fought against would be dead... I'm afraid... Anna would leave me... Everyone would leave me..."
"Do not fear my child, for I am here. Everything you can ever want... will be yours..." He glowed so divinely.
"No... You're not... Away from me... Satan."
The critter gives a sinister sneer. "Very well."
The creature blips out of reality, giving a small hideous cackle.
For Gabrielle, she sees a person walk in. This person smiles, being a comforting presence to Gabrielle. This person is her father.
Gabrielle smiles. "Papa!" She sniffs the air. "You're not... Papa..."
"I can be... I can be your best Papa..."
"Away from me, Satan..."
With a beautiful divine light, he disappears.
Before Beatle... a person walks before him. This person... is his aunt.
Beatle's eyes widen. "You're not real."
"Aw... Thought I got you this time..." The entity transforms into the deadliest creature in the Multiverse, an absolutely beautiful Pantheon, one that radiates true divinity and desire.
"Whose body are you using this time?"
"A version of you. One of my Sons. A Son of Man."
"Leave me alone."
"You really don't want your Aunt back?"
"I don't. I don't even want you here."
"Be neighborly."
"My job... Is to stomp that head of yours clean off from your slithering reed-shaped body."
"Then... Why haven't you done it yet?"
"Because... that clearly isn't my desire..."
"Of course. You and the Nazarene Son... Both of you have their own temptations... But unlike the Son... You failed... You committed sin. You learned to fear and gave in to hatred."
"That's exactly why you should fear me. I've been on both sides... Both worlds."
"YOU... ARE A MOCKERY TO YOUR FATHER!!! WHAT DO YOU DESIRE!?!?"
"Get the hell out of my house..." growled Beatle.
"You want to kill everyone, don't you? You want to continue being the weapon. You want to kill yourself and meet with your loved ones, but you very well know that this will be all on your head."
"GET OUT!!!"
"I can't leave. Because you clearly desire it so greatly."
Beatle sighs. "Show me your true form."
The creature shows its true form... He is called the Adversary. A being of beauty, light, and divinity. The creature speaks differently. Very differently this time. But this face was far too abstract. He left the body of the Miguel counterpart, leaving it to rot in darkness. Beatle, no, Miguel Prime doesn't understand what he's seeing, for his body is Human, but his divine connection allows him to see what he truly is. It was...
"Beautiful..." said Beatle.
"My child..." spoke the figure.
"My glory... My pride... My child..."
"Away... with me Satan..." Beatle struggled.
"You're afraid... Do you fear?"
"Yes..."
"I offer you freedom."
"I know..."
"But if you leave... The fate of the world will be on your head..."
"I know."
"Well?"
Beatle sighs. "Ligma deez nuts, asshole."
The conniving force dissipates... and is gone.
Beatle whimpers and begins crying softly, realizing he just nearly betrayed his dearest God and everything he stood for. He wept, as silently as possible.