Miguel’s eyes dilated as we saw that he had just witnessed the announcement from the television.
“Yes,” smiled the Aswang King. “My son is known in your world as ‘Miguel Azral’. His… real name is Radyamura Evon-Tandan. A complete failure… Honestly, I am glad he bred and recently hatched the girl. Now, this world has 24 hours before destruction. Or… you give us the child and we’ll enslave you. So, that’s it,” smiled the Aswang King. “Ah. My name? My name is Radya Evon-Owac. This is my wife…”
A beautiful, gigantic Panteon emerged from the ship, being 20 feet tall.
“Diwata Sitan.”
“We have come here to rule dominion over your world if you give us the child…” said Sitan. “You have 24 hours…”
Meanwhile, Myrmex is horrified, hugging their daughter and Sigbin, now an adolescent cat, in her arms.
The signal disappeared, and Miguel’s lips quivered.
“I’m… a fluke?” asked Miguel. “I just… gave the bad guys what they wanted…”
“You are not a fluke. You are NOT giving them our baby,” said Myrmex.
“You said it,” said Lord Marvel, next to them, drinking some whipped cream.
Miguel sighs, tightening his grip on a small star-shaped stuffed toy in his hand with a string around it.
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“What the hell…?” asked Miguel, slamming his head on the counter.
“You’re going to be okay…” said the Reaper.
“Anna just laid her egg, and my baby is sleeping in the next room!” Miguel whispered. “How the hell am I supposed to be okay!?”
“The team is dispatched to negotiate with the Aswang King. They’ll be fine,” said the Reaper.
“YOU SHOULD BE THERE!!! Why aren’t you!? You’re the smart one here!”
“Because you worry me,” said the Reaper, as Miguel sighs.
The baby cries through the baby monitor.
“Thanks a lot, guys!” yelled Anna, annoyed.
Miguel grabs the Reaper’s hand and enters the next room. “Dad… I’m not… I’m not a good father if the first thing I end up doing is to give her away.”
“You will not give her away.”
“My parents… MY BIOLOGICAL parents’ blood runs through my veins. I am a monster. I am biologically meant to be a monster pawn and give them what seems to be, to them, a monster baby.”
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“My grandkid is not a monster.”
“I know! I’m just… worried! Okay!? And… I’m questioning a lot of things about myself, okay!? Was I even meant to be a hero? Am I a hero!?”
“You’re my son. Of course, you are.”
“What if I become batshit crazy and get mind-controlled? What if I become like Happy is to his uncle!? What if my kid hates me!? What if-!?”
“Kid. You helped save the world. You are a good man.”
“But I’m not bred to be! No wonder I’m so weak! They made me this way! Into… whatever I am!”
“My son? My autistic son, whom I cherish with all my cold, empty heart?”
“Sorry…” said Miguel. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The Reaper crosses his arms.
“I… endangered all of you…”
“Stop blaming yourself.”
“But I did, Dad! My existence is a threat to this family… I’m gonna go,” said Miguel, walking away.
“Where? The Aswangs are monitoring this Earth,” said the Reaper.
“FUCK!!!” Miguel stomps his feet and facepalms. He sits on the couch.
Antlion purrs and sits on his lap, falling asleep. Miguel brushes her fur.
“You’re overthinking. Ever since what happened, you have been overthinkin’ like hell. Paranoid. You are me and my kid, after all. But you have to find a way to keep yourself together. You matter.”
“But, my race is a bunch of neurodivergents and is set to conquer Earth.”
“Since when has that made any difference from what Morningstar was?”
“Dad… Ugh. You just… don’t get it… Imma clear my head…” Miguel gently places Antlion on the sofa amd teleports away.
The Reaper gives a soft sigh and continues writing his novel.
Miguel sits on the rooftop to think, where, suddenly, a being of great light lands next to him. “Excuse me, what the fuck? And who are you, my good sir?”
He backs away in horror to see the Aswang King, complete with his armored suit of light.
“So, this is your headquarters, I presume?”
“Where the hell is my team?”
“Wife is handling it. They bore me. Where is the child?”
“I won’t give you my child!”
He eyes Miguel’s bloody fists. “You like fighting as well, I presume?”
“I do. Don’t know why, though.”
“Aswangs tend to love fighting, hunting, and just plain violence. Have you killed, boy?”
“No. God, no. I would never kill.”
“Heh… You really are bred to be weak. Well, where’s the child?“
“Again. I will not give you my-...”
The Aswang King hammers his fist into Miguel’s face, causing him to knock his teeth out of his own jaw and crash into the lawn below.
The Reaper, with his bone armor, prepares to strike as he runs outside, but Miguel halts him.
Miguel sneers, with eyes glowing blue. “This one’s mine…“
“Ah. So, your darker half agrees,” smirked the Aswang King. “Let us bond, my son.”
The Aswang King turns, smiling at the Reaper. “Do anything, and I’ll kill the boy.”
The Reaper backs away.
The Aswang King smiles and prepares his fists.
Miguel blasts flames at the Aswang King, who, merely by blocking and maneuvering, manages to evade all forms of strikes from Miguel.
Miguel spins and does an aerial cartwheel kick with a flaming foot, only to be knocked down. He goes on all fours, turning into an Aswang and charging, tackling, and pouncin,g but the Aswang King just ax kicks him, slamming his head into the ground.
The Aswang King is unimpressed, but then Miguel yells, “HOCUS POCUS MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
He teleports about, and the Aswang King is baffled before being punched in the face, causing a soft slice on his cheek. Impressed, slightly, he hammers Miguel to the ground.
“Interesting. You have Himala. The Miracle power of the gods,” he spoke. “None of my spawn could have done that before. I announce that from here on out, I shall halt the destruction OR dominion over Earth-777! Rather, I shall bring all of you to a feast in Aswang World!”
“What the fuck is Aswang World?” asked Miguel.
Miguel, Myrmex, Antlion, and their baby, Gabby, are brought into the ship, while the others are forced to stay behind by the Aswang guards.
The Reaper looks incredibly concerned, while the Beatle sighs with resignation.
“He’s gonna be fine,” said Beatle.
The Reaper smiles, turning to him and giving a peace sign.
“Oh no…” Beatle said sardonically, touching the Reaper, only to see he’s only a hologram, which dissipates. “Fucking dumbass doesn’t understand intergalactic affairs…” he facepalmed.