The world called each of them "Neurodivergent Losers": prodigal son, a brutal father, a loser Messiah, a cyborg, and other broken individuals all with Neurodivergence, each in some cruel way. Whether it be by something they had done or they had failed on doing, Now they're The Honorables. You know what it feels like to be told you're too much or not enough. In the Multiverse Nation of Maharlica-152, those who think differently are the only ones capable of saving the world. This is the Silver Age. Read the start of this anthology now.
This series is about the post-apocalypse and the end of the world caused the creation of the Multiverse. It is a philosophical deconstruction of the chosen one archetype. The rest of the stories focus on how the chosen one's actions affected the Multiverse.
This is a story of how a group of loser neurodivergent heroes saved the world.
This series is dedicated to my beloved Lolo and Lola who had since passed, who taught me, though with tough love, what kindness really means, and that forgiveness and redemption WILL ALWAYS be possible. You just have to choose whether or not to accept it.
800 years ago, a holy war known as THE GREATEST WAR sparked between two factions: the STARCROSS CRUSADERS and the PENTAGRAM, fighting over the title of the Saint King, who is said to be the Messiah of the known universe.
The STARCROSS CRUSADERS' symbol is the star, representing hope, faith, dignity, and kindness.
The PENTAGRAM's symbol is the pentagram, representing what is sinister, vile, and deceptive.
Ever since then, the world had entered an ice age after a cataclysmic event sent Earth off its own orbit of which was caused by both factions.
Henceforth, the world as we know it froze over... And the little life that was left feasts upon the scraps of its preceding masters.
Eventually, the PENTAGRAM managed to spread across every known star in the universe, while the STARCROSS CRUSADERS remained in a colony on the Moon.
However, very soon, they returned to their base, an uninhabited area in what was once known as Northern Luzon. The man who returned to the base was none other than...
Beatle.
Chapter 1: Beatle
His blue goggles, similar to eyes peaking out of the eyelids, open with a blue glow forming from the lens. He had what looked like a samurai mask plastered over his mouth. He also had two radio antennae on his head. What was most strange was his costume. A red cape, blue pants whose streak ran across the sides of his white torso, and yes, red gloves. His cowl was silver but tainted with gray spots. There was blue fluid all over him, which dazed and confused him. He ignores this.
His goggles made a whirring sound each time the little blue pupil-like lenses darted to look around. Breathing. We could now hear him breathing, muffled inside that silly old mask. He stood up, a whopping 16 feet tall, towering over tall pine trees and shrubs.
He looked around and saw nothing but the colorful neon-colored skies and the flat snowy horizon. The cold breeze could freeze someone's fingertips. Though he didn't seem to care. He began walking around in search of their base in Angeles City, wherever that is...
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" cackled a sinister villain in a bar within the outskirts of the city of Angeles. This villain had the mask of a strangely baggy cloth with some glasses over his cowl. He wore a brown trench coat and a hood, looking like a terrifying serial killer of sorts. He sported his leathery brownish boots and smelled rancid. What was terrifying as he stood a whopping 14 feet tall. "LISTEN UP, TWILIGHTS!!!" he yelled. "I represent..." he wheezed. "MORNINGSTAR!!!" his voice boomed across the room all the way to outside. "In the name of Morningstar, I HEREBY CONQUER... THIS LAND!!! ALL HAIL-!!!"
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"Morningstar?" Beatle entered the bar, snow all over his armor. His colorful, glimmering armor radiated in the strange, old, wooden, rustic bar that was clearly built for beings like them. The shine illuminated the bar, especially that curious golden star on his chest.
"Alright. Um. Hi," said the man. "I'm Zodiac. You're kinda fucking obliterating the mood here, my Gee."
Beatle's eyes dart right and back to him. "You talkin' to me?"
"Tangina... YES!!! I AM TALKING TO YOU!!!"
"Right... I dunno how to tell you this but uh... You shouldn't go around and kill people, Zodiac. It isn't cool."
"What isn't 'COOL' is you gooning ALL OVER MY GYATT, DAWG!!!"
"What the hell kind of language are you speaking?" asked Beatle. "We're here to reclaim this territory."
Zodiac laughs. "And who are you supposed to be to do that, HUH!?!?" he mocked, pointing his finger and placing it aggressively on his chest each time he emphasized a word from his foolish mouth. "DON'T. YOU. KNOOOOOOW...??? I work for Morningstar!"
Beatle looks down at him. "Where's your insignia?"
The bartender leans forward, smirking, seeing that Beatle might be on to something.
The people at the bar, rugged and scarred men and women, all turn to Zodiacl.
Now, the people were in all sorts of sizes and shapes, but one distinct feature was interesting. They were of normal height.
"What? What the fuck is that, brad?" laughed Zodiac.
"Your Morningstar Insignia. It's meant to be a beacon and symbol for your... 'leader...'"
Zodiac points his gun at his head.
Beatle just stares at him, menacingly. "I am not here to harm non-PENTAGRAMS."
Zodiac smirks and turns the safety off.
"Dude..."
He pulls the trigger.
BANG.
The whole bar went silent.
Birds flew away from the distant horizon.
Back in the bar, what sounded like a marble could be heard dropping to the wooden floor.
It was the bullet, flattened like a pancake.
Zodiac backs away, looking at him. "Fuck..."
"You're big... You ain't one of 'em... You're moonlighting basically as a Pentagram... Not only is that offensive, but it's a disgusting crime," said Beatle. "In these parts, at least."
Zodiac backs away and whistles as two of his allies, who were hiding in the bathroom, took out whirring machine gun blasters and pointed them at Beatle.
Beatle just stood there as they shot at him, while colorful neon colors of smoke puffed out of their barrels. Beatle was unharmed from the array of beams.
Beatle sighs. "Guys, come on..."
Zodiac points a gun at an elderly woman.
Beatle melts the gun in his hand somehow simply by staring at it.
The Zodiac backs away, screaming as a gun had just melted in his skin, boiling it.
Beatle hears a voice in his head, telling him to kill them.
"KILL THEM. KILL THEM. AVENGE THEIR HONOR!!!"
Beatle ignored it. "Call the Knight Corps. They'll handle this."
"Those three will keep killing, and killing. I assigned you this role to judge humanity. Prolonging it all to this point is an inadequate malpractice of your power."
Beatle whispers, "Shut up, God."
"Did you just blaspheme, good man?" asked the bartender.
Beatle shakes his head. "I'm off. Tied 'em up for you,"
Everyone realizes that the three goons have been chained up to the ceiling without anyone realizing it.
"Who are you?" asked the bartender.
"Beatle," and Beatle walked out of the bar, searching for the base.
Beatle sighs, walking around the snow. "I am NOT gonna kill them. I CAN SENSE they can change."
"Oh. Come on, Beatle! I told you BACK in Judgment Day that you were meant to sort them out. You have prolonged everything I planned, kid! This is evil!"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have turned me into this Warrior Judge and instead made me someone like KUYA J.C.!!!"
"J.C. started SALVATION. YOU ARE MEANT TO SIGN THE PAPERS!!! STAMP!!! STAMP THEM!!! 800 YEARS GO, BEATLE!!!"
"Hey, I've killed REALLY BAD PEOPLE before. Is THAT NOT ENOUGH!?!?"
"OF COURSE NOT!!! Now the evil have children of their own! This is basically the ark all over again!"
"Yeah. Except the Ark is a literal Moon. Let me give humanity a chance, please, Father."
"I always believed in that. I do. I always do. But you had your chance, and you couldn't finish it. You couldn't sort them out because you loved her."
Beatle's lenses quiver. "Maybe I did... I was a coward. I'm willing to fix that. That's why I'm here."
"Why'd you deny my demands?"
"BECAUSE I SENSED GOOD IN THE FUTURE OF THOSE THREE!!!"
"There is a very high chance they will kill again."
"Maybe this is why J.C. made you Human."
"He is... better than all of us. He's the best of us."
"I know. I'm just trying... Lemme try."
The being sighs in his head, softly. "Very well. I love you, kid."
"Love you, too, Pops."
Author's Note: This series IS AN ANTHOLOGY... It HAS DIFFERENT PROTAGONISTS that will ONE DAY CROSSOVER in one HUGE EVENT...