Miguel smiles, meeting Mac.
"Well, well... Hell pretty pie..." sneered Mac.
"Hello pedo."
"I'm not a pedo. I'm an unglorified artist. I kill children to harvest their Soul energy."
"Gross."
"No. Like... literally... their Soul energy. What other Mac variants don't realize is that their Souls have a magical property that can be used as a good substitute for the Splooge."
"That's fucking gross," said Miguel.
"Okay. Now we're talking about the correct grossness level. I mean, pedophilia is crossing WAAAY off the line while murdering kids is totes cool, alright?"
"You're gross. But I'll let the system handle scum like you. What was your purpose on trying to get those two to fight each other? Bait?"
"Bait? Heheheheheh... Oh, no. I am actually trying to... work against Ruru..."
"Why?"
"Because my ideas are... let's say better. Before I became MacJovial I was a business-centered variant of yours. An autistic person with a savant in such... arts."
"So, your plan is to beat Aurora by getting those two to fight?"
"I am a separate threat from Morningstar Prime. Yes."
"How would you do that?" laughed Miguel.
"You're intrigued because you're further interested in the idea of defeating Morningstar Prime."
"That I am," smiled Miguel.
MacJovial stares at Miguel. "My father... was... a Catholic... He was an angry, angry Catholic. Believed in Jesus. God. Redemption. Retribution. All that nonsense. He saw that I was a boy of wonders. A good man in the future. He controlled my entire life from the beginning. Wanted me to be a Priest. Called me small. He reminded me that a simple tool can be a great equalizer... His death that is. I hammered it into his head. That was my first murder. It wasn't my first... hunt... however... I preferred killing children. Learned about the Soul Energy prior in doing so. Learned about the secrets of a Child's Soul as an alternative to the Splooge nonsense by Aurora. Seriously? Splooge? You know how much time and labor is lost by combining Aswang Blood with Heavne's Truffle. No. That is a diabolical misuse of the most precious material of all."
"That is?"
"Time. Killing kids, however. Taking their Souls. Placing them in... bodies... That's beautiful. Fuel. Eternal fuel... mind you. Because the child's Soul has something so powerful it could power worlds... Same material powering Aswang's Blood."
"That being?"
"Faith. Optimism. Belief. Whether it be toward themself or others. That... is the power of an Aswang... That the world shunned them for... Spaniards wanted a monster. They got the monster. Rejected by society for being God-born freaks. Oh. Sorry. I almost forgot." He licked and smacked his lips. "You're one of 'em. You should be angry..."
"Believe me. I'm used to it."
"And yet you still arrest me over such a dubious circumstance? I am trying to protect your entire species."
"By killing kids."
"Least it doesn't marginalize your specific people."
"You're a monster."
"I'm a capitalist. Same thing. Right... Y'know... Dear boy... You'd make a good businessman. Not because of your logic... No... you're stupid. Not because of your usage of money. No you're poor. No... It's that grit... of yourssss...suh... Grit..." He twitches and fixes his hair, making himself look pretty. "Well, Azral? What does that make you, hm?"
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"I think... you suck, dude."
"You wanna kill me."
"I wanna eat, actually. Like you suck and all, but I just wanna eat somethin' like... I dunno... Lasagna."
"What?" Mac is exasperated. "You can't tell me that you're not at all bothered by all that I did?"
"I am."
"You saw the pictures..."
"I saw worse."
"Why... Why don't you care?"
"Oh, I do care. You're just not worth my time, so-..." Miguel stands up and walks away.
"EXCUSE YOU!?!? HEY!!! GET BACK HERE!!! ANNA WOULD CALL YOU A COWARD!!!"
"Not really," smiled Miguel.
"NO WONDER SHE FUCKED TYRONE!!!"
"Yep yep yep."
'"RAAAAUGH!!! NOTICE ME!!!"
"Nah," Miguel slams the door shut.
Miguel sighs and walks outside, proceeding to smoke some cigars, only for him to sense that something is wrong with his incredibly sensitive hearing. He looks around and sees that there's no one, only for immediately, a large muscular white humanoid ape punches him, where Miguel proceeds to jump up and dodge. "WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!??!"
Miguel puts on his mask. "WHOA!!!" Miguel dodges the ape who proceeds to try and kill Miguel.
Miguel, once more, dodges with ease. "What ARE YOU!?!?"
"Amomongo..." said the ape. "Amomongo heard of a legend of a man... Who can punch a bomb having the weight and the ability to wipe out the entire Multiverse. momongo wanted to see that man..." said the Amomongo.
"So, you're some kinda white alien monkey?"
"The Amomongo are a great race of warriors who lived in this pathetic nation for years... But yes. Amomongo is from another world... technically... Amomongos emigrated... as the Aswangs had offered us... redemption... Amomongo have no grievances with Aswangs. No. Rather, Amomongo simply want to be the strongest."
"Yeah... So do I... Body and Soul, man... Why are you-?"
The Amomongo beats Miguel in the chest, causing him to puke blood.
Miguel growls and activates Diwata State, hammering his fist into the Amomongo's jaws, but he barely gets injured.
Miguel beats the Amomongo over and over but the Amomongo blasts an energy blast into Miguel's face, causing him to suffer a concussion.
The Amomongo smiles. "Amomongo is NOT impressed! Amomongo WILL CRUSH YOU, LITTLE MAN!!!"
Miguel growls and headbutts him. Miguel struggles to tap into the Wrathful Faith. "RAAAAAH!!! KRRYEAH!!! KRRRYEAAAAH!!!"
Amomongo smiles, but frowns after, seeing that Miguel fails to reenter this state. "Why you stop?"
"That form... is too dangerous here... I'd destroy the city."
"Amomongo don't care. Amomongo finds you quite humorous..."
"Okay, Amomongo... Please calm the hell down. I'll give you what you want... just place us in an empty place."
Amomongo sneers and jumps to an asteroid.
Amomongo growls sneering on the uninhabited undead rock now with cybernetic drones mining each stone.
Amomongo smiles and beats Miguel to the ground.
Miguel transforms into his Wrathful Faith form. His white hair began swimming in the air.
Miguel dropkicks Amomongo and smiles, beating Amomongo over and over, but Amomongo tanks the attacks and beats Miguel in the chest, causing him to vomit even more... confetti.
MIguel growls and takes out a hammer, slamming it into Amomongo's face.
Miguel growls and pins him down, strangling him with his noodly arms, causing Amomongo to scream in pain. "WHO SENT YOU!?!?" he roared.
"Amomongo don't CARE!!! AMOMONGO FOUND YOU HIMSELF!!!"
"Then WHO TIPPED YOU!?!?"
"Amomongo needs... be strongest..."
"Well, TOO BAD!!!" laughed Miguel, who tightens his gribp. "KRYAHO!!!"
"The Clown Man!" he roared.
"That's not possible. He WAS JUST in the interrogation room with me!" roared Miguel.
"Amomongo think you're crazy... Clown Man is everywhere! Clown Man is dangerous! CLOWN MAN IS-!!!"
Amomongo falls unconscious. Miguel sighs and lets go.
Miguel opens a portal and drops him to the great Solar Prison, Pluto. He places him in the facility, as Miguel screams out, "WHERE'S MAC!?!?"
Mac sneers before Miguel, after a short while.
"Mac..." said Miguel.
MacJovial smiles.
"Did you..." he said... bloody and bruised all over... "Did you send Amomongo to try and kill me?"
MacJovial sneers. "You're beginning to understand how I operate...? No... No, you don't."
"He said you're everywhere. What the Hell does that mean?"
"When I was around your age... I made a deal with the Devil 'imself... You see, Miguel... I am everywhere... everytime... at all times..."
Miguel's eyes widen in horror, not comprehending what he means.
"Mmm... Now you see what kind of trouble I am."
"What do you want?" asked Miguel.
"Simple. To prove I'm right. Just kill those children for me... Manufacture them... And I'll stop..."
"Or...?" asked Miguel.
"Kill me."
"I was raised by a Catholic man. Prometheus. An alter of mine who believed in retribution. Who... lived for such... died redeeming himself..."
"Then the former, would be fine. Thank you."
Miguel stands up. "I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing."
MacJovial sneers. "Ask him. Go on. Interrogate him. Amomongo won't have any memory of saying that."
Miguel frowns. "I already did. What are you?"
"Heheheh... I'm... MacJovial... Top of the morning, ya wee-dicked bastard..." he smiled, mimicking the Irish accent of the original Mac.
Miguel's eye twitches.