A man walks around and causing misfortune just about anywhere, with a man breaking his back and a woman falling into a manhole nearby him? No. Not JUST that. There are 13 men in construction work who fell and were killed. Six pregnant women were forced to labor at the same time. Four were shot at the same time.
This was caused by a man who is very fortunate. He plays with his revolver, shooting himself with it five times before shooting once more and the gun proceeds to jam. Humorously, no one happened to notice the gun in his hand because of all the chaos happening around them. He spoke.
"My name's Puff. A version of Miguel. They call me the Dragon. I have a special power... An Usog called WOF Eyes. I have so much power and it's so simple... That power allows me to rule over truth... probability... and reality itself. See that?"
The bank just opens up due to a malfunction in the system.
He walks inside and grabs money.
"I trained in the art of Usog years ago. Turned me... Dangerous in my own way. Eventually, my art evolved... and fell upon the Wheel of Fortune... Eventually, I succumbed to Kulam. Kulam for others... luck for me..."
He just walks in and buys himself a hotdog. "This...? This is my city. I'm the Mayor. Self-proclaimed... I enjoy watching people die for me. It's almost humorous that people are still alive around me... humorous. But sooner or later, this city will be all gone... and I'd have to move on to the next... Been around twenty cities now... This is my lucky 21. I wonder if I'd get my retribution soon. Something that bypasses even luck itself..."
Meanwhile, Beatle just looms in the distance, unaffected by the sheer power of fortune and misfortune around him.
The man sits down in a coffee shop, but notices Beatle. While others in the coffee shop suffer by malfunctioning laptops, or even heart attacks, or even from the common cold, he meets Beatle, who simply asks the barista to make coffee just how he likes it, kindly offering the man money. Beatle realizes he has a cold, and speaks. "You're having a rough day. Lemme do this for you." The man nods happily and Beatle makes his favorite, Matcha Latte. Beatle smiles and sits before the strange lucky man.
"Huh... Weird," said the man, continuing to go on with his sandwich.
"That's all you gotta say?" asked Beatle.
"Mhm. I'm almost certain you're here to kill me."
"And you think I can't?" asked Beatle.
"Yeah," said the man. "It simply isn't possible."
Beatle sighs and takes out his Cain Marker, pointing it at the man's leg.
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A loud bang could be heard from the distance, then a blood-curdling scream, and slowly, each problem of the city were solved, one by one.
"FUCK!!! FUCK!!! AAAAAH!!!" he sobbed.
"Now, you're beginning to get the picture," said Beatle.
"This isn't possible! You can't... You can't HURT ME!!!"
"You genocided twenty cities..." said Beatle. "What makes you think I'm gonna spare you."
The man wipes the blood of his leg and punctures his leg with the napkin. He stands up and limps away, leading to the barista and other people to suffer heart attacks simultaneously.
Beatle sighs and follows after the man.
"Who are you?" asked the man.
"Prowls don't get to know each other... I was also a Prowl."
"Really? I'm really still a part of your little boy band's club?"
"Well, I'm not one anymore. Someone out there replaced me already. Don't know who, though. Someone perhaps with a similar power? I dunno."
"Leave me alone, you, tall bastard."
"No. I'm here to kill you, but also want to give you retribution. It's gong to be slow... Or maybe, redemption... But my Father had judged you already."
"God ain't real, narcissistic prick."
"Not in the mood to get into that muddle, actually. In the mood to kill you, though."
"Because your Dad tells you to do all that bullshit?"
"Because that is my purpose."
"Are you insane? What if your 'God' tells you to kill a pregnant woman?"
"My Father would never. One of his Princes, though. That connivin' bastard. Annoying he is. He'd do that. With humor, even."
"So, let's say you're the real deal. What's stopping me from killing you?"
"You won't kill me. Luck has nothing against my faith."
The man tries opening the elevator button. "C'MON!!! C'MON!!! SHIT!!!" he yelled, slamming the button.
"Why don't you take the stairs? It IS an emergency, after all," smiled Beatle.
He mumbles and angrily limps up the stars.
"It's eating you, isn't it? Knowing that your defiance is finally catching up to you."
"You call yourself a Saint. You're quite the real one, aren't you? Fuckin' psycho. What's your Kulam? Hm? Jesus Eyes?"
"I'm shocked you haven't-..."
The man punches Beatle's face and his fist's bones break into pieces. "UGH!!!"
The man limps away. "What kind of 'hero' enjoys this!?"
"Evil is when you feed from other's suffering. Benefit and smile while doing so. That is evil. So, I'm enjoying this."
"You're insane."
"Maybe I am. But sanity isn't the question here. You're going to die."
"Fine... Let's jump..." smiled the man, desperate.
"Jump?"
"Angels will catch you, right?"
"Fine. I'll jump if you'll jump."
"Yeah. Let's see who's REALLY POWERFUL HERE!!!!"
Beatle and the man are now on the highest point of the building. The man, after grueling hours of limping and bleeding, with an infected leg that is now practically paralyzed, stood on the ledge with Beatle.
"JUMP!!! DO IT!!!" he sobbed.
"You really are a coward."
"Why won't you try to save me? Hm?"
"I'm not my Predecessor. I am a weapon... For creeps like you."
The man screams and jumps off, so does Beatle.
But Beatle stayed floating with his feet standing on the midair.
The man grabs onto his foot. "SAVE ME!!! NO!!! SAVE ME, GOD!!! PLEASE!!!"
Beatle just stares at him.
Beatle sighs and offers his hand. "Oh, ye of little faith..."
The man nearly grabs his hand, but, realizes that if he does so, he loses the argument. To prove a point, he pulls his hand away.
"Don't do this..."
The man lets go...
A loud thud was heard.
And, the city was silent, and later, people began chatting like nothing happened...
Beatle sheds a tear, realizing he had failed. "Sorry... I couldn't live up to You... my dear... Older Brother..."