Beatle has stars in his eyes while staring at the bountiful plants and agriculture of the Garden of Eden along with the beautiful strangely almost alien wildlife from Earth's prehistory.
Beatle saw the most beautiful beings in this area, and simply wanted to tend. He strolled with the Nazarene, who walked barefooted just like Beatle, since he acknowledged this ground was clean and sacred.
"Ah... THAT universe... the one where my blood was used to dip arrows in? That one was a rather bizarre one... They thought my blood was some sort of bacteria. In another world, my body was seperated-..."
Beatle's eyes widen.
The Nazarene senses this. "Easy, Beatle."
Beatle growls angrily. "Why is HE HERE, KUYA!?!?" he growled.
"Beatle... He's my friend."
A being of strange nethering chill stood before Beatle, transformed by the cruelty of fate itself.
"Iscariot. What do you want?" asked Beatle, as the Iscariot sighs.
"I was allowed entry many moons ago," said the Iscariot.
Beatle crackled his knuckles. "How about entry ito my knuckles, motherf-..."
"Beatle. No," said the Nazarene. "Do NOT swear here. Father does not like that."
"Don't you do that!?" asked Beatle.
"I usually don't."
"HA!!! 'Usually.' Flawed!"
The Nazarene sighs in irritation. "Iscariot. Do not mind My Brother. Do just stroll away."
"So... You're the Messiah I wanted."
"Excuse you?" asked Beatle.
"You wanna know why I betrayed good ol' Rabbi? Because I thought he was weak."
"Easy, Beatle," the Nazarene grabbed his shoulder.
Beatle pulls away. "I'm fine."
"Beatle. Don't!" scolded the Nazarene. "Please..."
"Kuya... He mocks you... He is an insult to Your authority. Your reign..."
"I should really stop making You hang out with Simon the Zealot," sighed the Nazarene.
"We had wine one time. It was great. Also Matthew? Kinda vibed with that one. He may be atypical but I ain't sure. We both like counting stuff... like tiles... And... coins... Huh... Suddenly, the Bible and history makes sense now..."
"Your humorous quips are quite inefficient to de-escalating this situation," sighed the Iscariot.
"Iscariot. Leave us, please," said the Nazarene.
As Iscariot walks away Beatle just stares at him.
"Why is he here!?"
"Because redemption is a thing, Beatle. We both know how important that is to this establishment."
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"I know... I just wanted him to know he should watch it."
The Nazarene sighs and hugs his brother. "Come on... Ease up. Let's eat Bread and Tilapia."
Meanwhile...
Miguel enters the scene, of course, wearing his armored suit next to the Knight Corps, included by Annas, Jedans, and Chrises.
Miguel sighs. Miguel looks around and immediately sees that the body has no foot.
"Musang," said Miguel. "It's the fuckin' serial killer."
Miguel smells something. "Everyone out of the building. EVERYONE OUT, NOW!!!"
The Knight Corps activate their shields and protect the cops as the building's entire seventh floor explodes.
Miguel growls and crawls up the wall, climbing up.
On top of the building, he sees Musang jump up, so Miguel teleports and activates his wings, landing in front of Musang.
Miguel squints his eyes. "You're really gonna do this again this week, Musang?"
Musang sighs and tries stabbing Miguel with the syringe in her hand, trying to blow him up as Miguel punches and kicks her away, knocking her teeth in with each strike.
Miguel tackles her and grabs her by the neck, beating her over and over again.
She manages to toss the syringe into his shoulder, but he grabs it and throws it away before she managesv to inject air in his body.
Musang sighs as Miguel's wound instantly regenerates. She sighs and takes out daggers this time, trying to stab Miguel but Miguel weaves and dodges elegantly.
Miguel proceeds to knock her down and defeat her. "Nice new suit," he smirked. 'Did your Sweatshop Slaves make it for you?"
Musang smiles and snickers. "You really think you're working for the good guys, Miguel? The Knight Corps? Really? Ever talked to their Head, yet?"
Miguel squints his eyes as he knocks her out.
Later...
"What did she mean?" asked Miguel, speaking to the Comissioner of the Knight Corps, who is another much older version of Miguel.
"Call me Comish," smiled the Comissioner, offering a handshake.
Miguel smiles while staring at him.
The Comissioner smirks. "Listen."
"What did she mean...?" asked Miguel.
"Listen here, Azral. I want you to know this. Technically, you're just our yes man. We do shit, and you tell us what to do. But it'd be on our terms."
"What... did she mean...?"
"Heheheheh..." he snickered. "Prometheus always wanted us to stay straight. Stay clean. But y'know why we get to have a peaceful utopia. Because we get to do things their way."
"Musang stated you answer to Prime."
The Comissioner closes his office's blinds and takes out his gun, pointing it at Miguel's chest. "My bullets are tainted with Demon Blood. Look. You're just a kid. I don't think you get how this world works."
"Enlighten me."
"I already did. We do shit. You tell us what to do. But it'd be on our terms."
Miguel frowns. "If I see any stain on you, I'll take you down."
"Miguel!" roared Beatle, walking in.
Miguel sighs and walks to Beatle.
Beatle sighs and whispers to him. "(You need outta here. Thin ice... I can pardon you after...)"
"(What?)"
"(Strike me.)"
"(Huh?)
"(In the face... You'd be assaulting the Holy Emperor.)""
"(But I'm the Emperor.)
"(Regent Emperor. The Multiverse doesn't consider you as its leader just yet because you're a kid. What'd you got?)"
"(I... saw him... Beatle... While beating Musang, I entered a club last night... one of Aurora's... He was there... with several women touching him.)"
"(Punch me... Then run... Take this key. I'll pardon you.)
Miguel sighs and punches Beatle, before teleporting away.
"KILL THE TREASONER!!!" yelled the Comissioner as all the Knights shoot at Miguel.
Miguel grunts, being shot in the shoulder. Miguel teleports one room to the other as the cops charge and roar angrily, shooting at Miguel as he proceeds to jump out of the window and land on the rooftop of a building.
The Knights keep shooting at him, shooting his leg as he screams and falls to the streets, bleeding all over.
Miguel lifts a manhole and the Knights blast at him with their guns. Miguel groans as blood fills the sewage area. Miguel traverses the sewage and finally reaches the palace, gaining sanctuary.
There, he meets Beatle, who sighs. "Be careful. Sometimes, you can't accuse people of something they did in the wrong time." Beatle sighs, remembering Iscariot. "I should know."
Miguel is exasperated. "I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!!! HE'S A FUCKING MOBSTER!?!?"
"Yes. And we need him as an asset. We'll take him down but not now. He's too powerful... Because if we take him down now, the system would let him walk free and he could take US down. Do you understand?"
Miguel's eyes quiver.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!?"
"Yes, sir."
"Being on a throne doesn't mean you get to do whatever the hell you want. Because you're just a person on that throne, just like everyone else who sits on a chair. Yours is just higher than theirs."
"What happened... when you visited Him?"
"I restrained myself from... fighting someone... confronting someone..."
"I understand. Sorry, Mr. Beatle."
Beatle sighs. "Keep your chin up, kid." He walks away. "I'll be making a pardoning slip."