SUPEREGO
The Original Aswang King smirks, floating down before Unbreakable and Morningstar, who, in horror, back away. “Aweh someh! Well, well, well! If it ain’t ya ding dong ditchers!” His face was plastered with an almost primal smile. His head dropped sideways. “Welp! Seems that y’all dropped… the ball!”
Morningstar and Unbreakable stared at the Original Aswang King with so much animosity. “Dropped the ball! Like… dropped it! So, so badly!”
Their eyes twitched with annoyance.
“SO, SO-!!!”
Unbreakable blasted heat vision, and Morningstar shot at Will-Be-Done with her blaster.
The Original Aswang Kingl just swatted their blasts away with one hand.
“That wasn’t very nice,” said the Original Aswang King.
“Who the hell is that!?” asked Morningstar. “What Multiversal variant of Beatle could possible-?”
“He’s 152. He’s the Original Aswang King… They call him ’Will Be Done,’” growled Unbreakable.
“How come?” asked Morningstar.
Will-Be-Done speaks to… someone… eerily creeping at the back of his mind. But instead of fear from darkness, he feared something much brighter, something that brought light to the very beauty of the Multiverse. “Yeah? Mhm… Yeah, I know.” Will-Be-Done looked at the cosmic stardrops in the sky and sighed. “Got it… Here is my judgment.” Will-Be-Done decides to ignore the pair, turning and opening a portal farther from them.
“HEY!!! COME BACK HERE!!!” roared Unbreakable. “YOU RUINED… EVERYTHING!!! I HAD TO LIVE IN AN UNMARKED EARTH BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“Unbreakable,” Will-Be-Done floated overhead and looked down on Unbreakable, a breach of light from the portal behind him shining down on his head. “You brought this upon yourself. You fail to see kindness and serenity. You fail to see the goodness in you. I believe that even now, you can still try your best to be a good person. I have other things to attend to.”
Unbreakable sees a black, veiny orifice on his hand… blacker than the mortal eye could comprehend. Unbreakable sneers, and Unbreakable thought it was a wound, and took advantage of it, cowardly as he is.
Though Will-Be-Done immediately phases into Unbreakable’s face, melting the gray matter and neurons in his head, causing him to turn to ash, horrifying Morningstar.
Will-Be-Done’s arm is forced to turn blacker, and a black hand begins to emerge from his own, a giant, clawed mechanical thing whose existence weighed deeper than meaning itself. It made Will-Be-Done vomit just by looking at it. So did Morningstar, due to getting severe Bati from this… thing…
The being that emerged is the Goat itself.
It peered down, its orange eyes full of monstrous fire, laying them onto Morningstar’s eyes, who, like a coward, frantically ran away.
The Goat wanted this. He opened a Hellish Elevator, which zoomed down from the darkness and into the light, which Morningstar unknowingly thought was an escape…
Fearing for her life, she entered the beautiful Gothic elevator in shades of orange and red, and pressed the button to one of the universes, and immediately, she zoomed away, as Will-Be-Done faced the Goat, the entity of all darkness and evilness itself, an adversary to the very fabric of all creation.
Will-Be-Done smirked, seeing his old enemy. “Ten years I kept you locked in my arm… So no one would ever be manipulated by you again… Looks like arm’s had seen better days…” He looks down and sees only a stub on his shoulder. “Ah, well… I’ll find a way to destroy you… even if every atom of my body IS DESTROYED!!!” Will-Be-Done charged into the darkness…
SUPEREGO
Chapter 1: The TridentIn the round table of the Maharlican Council, there sat the ever Multiversal Multiplier Athena, the goddess of love Aphrodite, and the ruler of all belief and faith Beetle Saint King. Among them were the Consuls of Humanity, Doughnut Trumpet and Kamera Mali. Then came Saint Joshua, and even the Empress, Aswang Princess.
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“So, there have been reports,” spoke the Aswang Princess of Earth-152. “That Beatle has been administering an unauthorized task force of vigilantes to protect Earth-777,” spoke the Aswang Princess, rather sternly and with a sense of sophistication. She just crossed her legs while her boots swung across her pants’ sleeve. She wore black tights and a blouse with a trench coat above. She had green hair and eyes of burning fierceness. Her name was Gabrielle Azral, daughter of the Will-Be-Done, who had disappeared since B-Day. Despite the seething rage in her eyes, her emotions remained a still pond, and their words will be judged, whether it be leaves that bother the pond or leaves that stay on the branch.
The faultiest leaf, Beatle, stood up to speak, steepling his fingers on the table and standing on tiptoes. “Listen, God Emperor Gabrielle, I am so, so-...”
“Save it,” said God Emperor, with almost a scoff. “I am quite disappointed in you, Beatle. Alas, you have cost us a lot. My father would be disappointed in you. Funding a team of unauthorized individuals who, mind you, have questionable morals.”
“Your father believed that anyone can be redeemed regardless of who they are.”
“I believe that is certainly the case. But you didn’t run them by us. This is a bureaucracy.”
“I know, but you have to remember that your father started out as a vigilante as well-...”
“Who worked for Prometheus. Honestly…” sighed God Emperor. ”I don’t trust people. You know me… Any suggestions on how we handle him?”
Athena raises her hand.
“Yes?”
Athena had a sharp wit and grit. These aspects of her make her one of the deadliest foes in the Multiverse. She is addicted to retribution, and retribution she hates the most. “I suggest we kick him out.”
“Noted,” said God Emperor. “Beatle. Speak your case.”
Beatle politely waited a second to speak, breathing in. “God Emperor, Athena is merely angry that I brought in Dark and Askal to our team. Those two are exceptional heroes who have suffered and seen the world in a very dark way. They changed, and that’s what matters.”
God Emperor nods to Athena.
“They killed my brother, Reaper Prime,” said Athena. “That is true. Maybe I hold grife… But Pro and Reaps gave me purpose… So much so that their deaths almost felt forced… and Triple Seven Dark and Askal’s seemed forced as well. I question Beatle’s choice of not giving them retribution.”
God Emperor nods to Beatle.
“They have atoned for their sins. They nearly died saving Earth-777 and defeated Unbreakable AND Morningstar, the NEW Morningstar. That should be more than enough reason spare them a life of suffering and pardon them!”
God Emperor nods to Athena.
“You honestly think that people can be redeemed? What about Unter Lightning? Did you redeem him? Or the General of the Remnants, for that matter?”
God Emperor nods to Beatle.
“I didn’t say it always works.”
God Emperor nods to Athena.
“And my point is strengthened.”
“I-!!!” Beatle stopped himself as God Emperor turned to him with sternness.
“Beatle, await your turn,” said God Emperor.
Beatle felt bad for breaking the rules and bowed in shame, closing his eyes. “I apologize.”
“Proceed,” said God Emperor.
“I think… people can change… I really think they can change if they just try their hardest to choose what is best for others and themselves… This institution, the Starcross Council, believes in peace, autonomy, kindness, and hope. Hope. Remember those words. So, what hurts is that you would let your personal grief destroy those very ideals in the first place.”
“This council does not appeal to emotion,” said God Emperor.
“Well, it damn should,” said Beatle. “Because they changed. They really did.”
“They’re your friends,” said Athena, with a righteous fury heard from the beating of her heart.
“And so was the Reaper Prime,” said Beatle, nothing with kindness in his eyes.
God Emperor slammed her fist onto the table, and they went silent. The sound was so loud it rang in their ears, and then, silence, which was far more deafening. “This is work. Not a damned group therapy. Beatle, I understand your frustration. I also understand Athena’s. So, let us speak our votes…”
Aphrodite, Athena, Doughnut Trumpet, all voted against Beatle, which rocked him to his core.
Kamera and God Emperor were the only ones decent enough to agree with Beatle.
God Emperor spoke. “A tie… Well… Sadly, some council members are too busy with otherworldly threats. Let us settle with a tie breaker… A game, let us say. You see this?” asked God Emperor, revealing a pen from her pocket.
Beatle cringes at the sight of that. “Why do you have that?”
God Emperor turns it into a trident. Morningstar’s trident. “If the Honorables are capable of destroying this artifact that will bring the Goat’s influence to our world, then we will surely rest that Beatle should stay here. If not, Beatle shall leave this council.”
“My team will do it,” said Beatle. “Sure. But Athena will surely start a war against us.”
“That is your problem. Not mine. I already vouched for you and do only so much,” said God Emperor. “Best of luck.”
“Gabrielle, Dark and Askal killed your grandfather,” said Athena.
God Emperor sighs. “And Prometheus destroyed worlds… and yet he redeemed himself. Beatle, all I can tell you is that don’t do anything stupid. This meeting is adjourned.”