Billy wakes up. She is 21 years old. Her adoptive sister, Grub, is 18. These two, as you may not know, are princesses. The Saint Princesses. They are the daughters of the almighty Beatle Saint King.
In the far-out woods of Earth-1, during a strong blizzard in Baguio City, the two sisters are told off by their mother. It was a reminder, not a scolding, but Sabbath’s voice was stern, strict, and formal.
“You’re babysitting,” said Sabbath.
“WHAT!?!?” asked Billy and Grub.
“Billy, Grub, your father might have made a great mistake…” said Sabbath, packing up her equipment and devices into a small compartment bag which she straddles around her waist. “I want you two to babysit these two…”
The little girl, Gabrielle Azral the Tyanak, and Antlion the Sigbin, are in their cribs. The Tyanak, obviously a baby, bites her thumb, while Antlion purrs and mews with content.
“I’m sorry, what!?” asked Grub, rolling her left hand and fluttering her fingers. “Mom! You CANNOT trust me with this! I am… I’m-!”
“No but’s, however’s, or though’s… I need to get your father… Now stay here and BABYSIT.” Sabbath massages her forehead’s vein. “Order pizza if you need to. I left Unitcents in your wallet enough for pizza and drinks.” Sabbath teleports away as a flash of light leaves her body.
Yes. Pizza. Indeed, in the wondrous world where the Multiversal nation of Maharlica runs the world, extradimensional pizza delivery is not a huge leap. Unitcents-worth pizza, quite cheap compared to the pizzas that do not belong in this world’s sector..
Billy slowly turned to her sister, who was visibly approaching the wine cabinet.
“So… want that pizza now?” smiled Billy. Billy then sees Grub stand up and roll her eyes before immediately chugging some of Beatle’s wine from the drawer. “Grub? Those aren’t… fully fermented…” said Billy.
Grub burps. “Shut the hell up, Larvae.”
“I told you not to call me that…” said Billy, picking up Tyanak and deciding to place her next to Antlion.
Antlion purrs and licks her face.
“Waaaah!” smiled the Tyanak, trying to reach Billy’s face.
“You want some of this?” Grub sneered, walking toward the baby and inching the glass coffee container closer to her face.
Billy begins panicking, tapping her fingers elegantly toward each other. “Grub. She’s like… three… I don’t think you should-...”
“It’s called a joke! Sheesh!” She shuts the fridge and leans on it, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
Fog left all their breath. The dew in the bay window drips and waters the plants. Grub took notice of the silence and began tapping her foot, wanting to rattle her body and slam her body somewhere, like the sofa, or a rock. You see, Grab wants more movement and stimulation… She loves to hyperfixate. She rocks her head back and forth and taps her fingers in a strange offbeat manner.
Then came Billy, who enjoyed the serenity of the world, and smiled at her sister, positive as she can be. Her eyes gleamed and her smile brightened the room.
“I don’t understand,” said Billy. “How can a suggestion BE the joke?”
“Jesus…” Grub sighed, bowing her head, giving up on the conversation entirely.
“Beatle swears but he tells me that blasphemy is bad.”
“I know. He entered my life when I was 8! Remember!?”
“Why do YOU sound so sour?”
Grub uses her butt and effeminately shuts the fridge. “Sorry… I just find it stupid that Mom keeps on doing things for him like this. Especially recently.”
“Yeah… I understand. Beatle can be very… stubborn.” Her eyes drifted to the Cainmarker, which Beatle noticeably left next to his bed.
“Uh huh… Beatle IS… stubborn. He thinks he has control over the universe, but he doesn’t. There is no way he’d actually do something for me… or you… He’d choose the world, dude.”
“That ain’t true,” said Billy.
“Psh…”
Billy’s face droops, but slowly, she returns with a smile. “Wanna go watch the movies at the living room?”
“Please DON’T suggest Superman-...”
“Man of Steel?” smiled Billy.
Grub smirks, letting go of the grip from her crossed arms, softening as she pockets her hands instead.
“It’s ULTRA Violeeent!” smiled Billy.
Grub slowly smiles as Billy hops on her back, making Grub chuckle. “Okay! Fuck! Fine!”
Later…
Ticking. The clock is ticking while the duo finished majority of the climax.
Billy placed a rug underneath Grub’s bosom. “It’s cold.”
Grub rolled her eyes and shook her head before drinking more beer and eating some raw sourdough from a plate.
Billy sighs and walks across the room toward the crib area.
Billy, having tucked the Tyanak and Antlion in their cribs, smiles softly while Grub cheers out loud. “Shhh! I just got the kids-...” Billy immediately hears plates shattering.
Billy runs to the living room. “Hey! What-!?” Billy drops the bottle of milk. She covers her mouth.
Beatle’s body, now back to Human, is held in the arms of Black Sabbath, broadcast in the entire Multiverse. This… is the Death of Beatle Saint King.
Grub slowly turns to Billy, eyes teary, and with a heartbroken look.
Billy sobs, covering her mouth.
Chapter 1: The Saint Princesses
Grub marches out of the house. Billy, carrying the kid and the Sigbin, put coats over them while Grub just ignored her. With another coat, she charged into the blizzard with the children in her arms. Grub is nearing the cold abyss.
“Grub!” Billy sobbed. “WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!?”
“I’m gonna get pizza. Delivery’s gone due to the-the... The blizzard… Didn’t you see the news!?” Grub stomped with ferocious malice.
“Grub! STOP!!!” Billy stomped faster and pushed Grub softly back toward the house.
“NO!!!” Grub’s feet visibly melt and even evaporate the snow. Her eyes glow red.
“Why!? Beatle… would think…”
The Tyanak begins crying while Antlion purrs and licks the Tyanak’s face.
Grub gestures. “BEATLE!?!? CHRIST, MAN!!! ‘Beatle would want this! Beatle would want that!’ BEATLE DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HIS FAMILY!!!”
“Don’t you say that! DON’T YOU EVER-!!!” Billy pushes Grub.
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Grub punches Billy as the Antlion drops to the ground and catches the Tyanak, who both cry and purr in the cold. Grub covers her mouth and backs away, horrified by her own actions.
Grub defends herself. “It was a mistake… SHIT!!!” She turns and runs into the shards of soft snow.
Billy yells out, “GRUUUUUUB!!! GRUUUB!!!”
Suddenly, a loud thud, and Billy immediately sees Grub lying in the snow.
She sees a man, leaving her body, as it disappears in the snow.
“HEY!!! HEY!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER!!!” boomed Billy, before grabbing a stone from the ground.
The man began to dance in a silly manner, almost like a meme character.
Billy looks confused. “Huh?” Billy warmed her mittens and kept the kids close to her chest. She hurled the rock toward the man, and a soft coconut sound was heard from its strike.
A loud thud caused the birds to fly away.
“Starman… He’s like us…” said Billy, before preparing another stone in her hand. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!!!”
The man stood up, and began charging…
Billy gasped and began running away, only for a loud thud to be heard in the entire forest.
From the darkness, Rasputin emerges.
Billy tries crawling away to grab the kid and pet, who are audibly sobbing in fear, quite terrified by the menacing Filipino man who thinks he’s Russian: Rasputin. “You…”
“Yes…” he spoke in a thick and fake Russian accent. “Me.” He slams his fist into her face, knocking her out.
And upon their sleep, Rasputin carried the two women into cages…
And…
…
Grub slowly wakes up to see that she and Billy are in chains, both in a cold cage along with the two young creatures, still in their coat while Billy tended to them. She cut some cotton out of her own coat to keep the children warm.
“The shirtless sadistic bastard stripped them of their clothes…” Billy’s eyes quivered and sternly gave Rasputin a death stare. “Hey… Are you okay?” Her lips quivered.
“No… My biological father would rather be dead than be with us… Are you-?” Grub touches Billy’s face.
“I’m fine.” Billy softly pushes her hands away. “Again. Untrue.”
Billy began to shiver.
“Whoa… Whoa…!” yelled Grub.
“I’m not a giant like you are!” yelled Billy.
“Okay… Okay. Lemme use my powers to break free…”
“About that…” said Billy, wrangling the chains around her wrists with a noticeable red streak around the chains. “Wrangle. Wrangle. Demon blood… thingies…”
“Ah… testicles…” Grub said, realizing the damning situation they are in.
Meanwhile…
In the humble cabin of Beatle at the north of Baguio, came a strange metallic bee humming and buzzing into the room. It crept in, scanning with lasers across the room.
Then, steps came after, where Happy Hornet closely inspects the house, currently empty. He walks across the house and Happy tries lifting the Cainmarker beside Beatle’s bed, but is unable to hold it himself.
He notices that the children are gone, and he messages the Aswang Saint King.
“Miguel,” said Happy Hornet. “Came to check on ‘em. The Saint Princesses are gone.”
“Shit… Find them…” said the Aswang Saint King, only for someone to grab the phone.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE GONE!??!” asked Sabbath.
“No worries. I’ll find ‘em,” sighed Happy Hornet.
“You better, wasp,” she mocked.
Happy deactivates the phone and robotically walks out of the house and into the blizzard grabbing a sniper rifle.
Meanwhile… back into the snow… the cage is dragged by a couple of Mammoths, smelling like a barnyard but numbed by the cold. Rasputin kept dancing while stomping forward in their pace. Rasputin began dancing the Russian Kick Dance. “You Pinoys have nothing on Mother Russia…” he mocked, doing a Russian moonwalk.
“Razzy… Please…” said Grub, biting her lip and shivering, hugging the two innocent creatures. “Our father just died. At least give us SOME respect over our loss?”
“Listen blyats…” Rasputin sniffed while dancing. “Morningstar will come near soon… And she will destroy you, ja?”
“I thought PENTAGRAM was defunct!” yelled Billy, shivering as well. “AND MORNINGSTAR was BROUGHT INTO THE SPACE TOILET!!!”
“Ja ja ja! Ey! No…” Rasputin took off his shirt only wearing his pants, and wiggled his hips and his torso. “You see, little blyats… We never would! We are true believers of the F. Goat! ALL HAIL… MORNINGSTAAAR!!! I am first lieutenant for reason, ja? EY!!! EY!!! RA RA RASPUTIN I AM GREATEST LOVE MACHINE!!! HAHAHAHA!!!”
“Put on some clothes, will you?” sneered the dark, stalky figure, Cheapshot, with his face chiseled like a Ventriloquist’s dummy and his stalky limbs vibrating in the snow. He even sprains his ankle every now and then simply due to his height.
“Cheapshot…” said Billy, before shaking the bars that kept them. “GET US OUTTA HERE, OR BEATLE WOULD-!!!”
“Would what?” Cheapshot sneered, as Billy teared up. “Oh, Saint Princess… Our leader wanted to meet you, now that she has killed your father…” sneered Cheapshot.
Billy’s eyes quivered, then turned angry. She grabs the stone in her pocket from earlier with subtlety.
Cheapshot clocks this and sneers.
“What!?” growled Grub, panting faster. “Excuse me? She killed my father!?”
“Yes…” Cheapshot whispered and squeaked his voice. “And she enjoyed it…”
Grub frowns angrily. She blasts heat vision at Cheapshot, who laughed and tossed a coin into the air that reflects the heat blast from her eyes, blowing up the mountain next to them as a legion of snowfall avalanches from the high beyond. The snow crashed down, creating a spark of lightning simply from its glacial speed.
“You tried to kill me?” whispered and squeaked Cheapshot. She tosses a pin and stabs a hole through Grub’s knee, making her bleed as she falters, now standing on one leg. “Listen, Saint Princess… We will keep you here… we will hold you here… Until she comes… And if you try that again… No law will say anything against what I would do to your flesh.”
Grub, once more, blasts heat vision at them, but Cheapshot just threw twelve more coins that masterfully and precisely reflected all the beams from her eyes and countered them. The beams bounced away, destroying more mountains.
“Your father would be ashamed of all the wildlife killed by your little tantrum…” mocked Cheapshot, creepily moving like a stalky spider.
“You people killed my Dad?” asked Billy, and in frustration her lip bled.
”Yes. And he agreed to it. Don’t know why… Must be because he lost all ho-...”
Billy throws a punch into Cheapshot’s face with exact precision rivalling Cheapshot’s, puncturing a vein that causes his eye to pop out.
Cheapshot grunts angrily and pushes the eyeball back inside, with a strange splooshing sound leaving his eyesocket. “Fucking gave me a hernia… YOU SLUT WHORE!!”
Billy tosses the rock. Cheapshot blocks by tossing a pin that shatters the rock and pin into pieces.
“Nice try, dog…” Cheapshot mocked. “You aren’t even his real daughter. He just found you barking in an abandoned military base… No famly… No home… Parents killed by his own landing.”
Billy tries to reach and claw at his face, but Cheapshot knocks her in the face, causing her nose to bleed.
Grub angrily growls. “HEY!!!”
Cheapshot cackles. “Let’s surgically experiment on these two, shall we!?”
“You’re really making fun of me with that dumbass pentagram on your forehead?” mocked Billy, grabbing some pebbles and needle pieces with subtlety.
Cheapshot clocks this once more. “This is a brand… Morningstar branded all of us… One by one…”
“You mean the star badge? Ours are badges…”
“Because your kind is so undeniably pathetic compared to ours… Our supreme leader… Morningstar… Will suffice with me picking off the threads of each of your veins…” he sneered, only to be shot by a bee stinger from a distance.
Cheapshot pulls it away and begins to turn.
Cheapshot laughs and shoots a needle into the distance. He just kept laughing like a jester with flames in his loins while his skin writhed as if he were wearing a flesh suit.
Meanwhile, Happy Hornet struggles to stand back up; the sniper rifle loaded with his stingers is on the ground. Like Cheapshot, his skin was like a flesh suit as well, but sturdier, firmer, and perkier. His head bleeds open. “FUCK!!! FUUUUCK!!!” Happy Hornet is angry, not hurt at all. He is annoyed that his brains are spilling, rather than feeling any pain. He began zapping the leaking fluid back into his metallic endoskull, and melts the metal casing closed with a built-in smelter on his fingertip. “Fuck…”
Cheapshot turns and grabs Grub and Billy by the neck. “I wonder what animal I can fornicate your blood with-...”
They hear buzzing.
Cheapshot looks around. “What the hell is that?”
Rasputin laughs sternly while dancing. “I like the sound, bro-...!”
Happy Hornet lands from the sky and knocks Prince Rasputin out with a quick falling jab.
Cheapshot shakes his head and just keeps tossing needles at Happy Hornet, who blocks each of the needles and tosses them to the ground. Happy allows blood to leak out of his arms as he leaps up, lands on Cheapshot’s neck, and strangles him with his thighs, tightening his thighs’ grip on Cheapshot’s neck, and beats his face.
Happy aggressively beats his face, grunting and wailing like a primal man.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?” asked Cheapshot, as he tossed a needle into his face, and blood leaked out of his brain. “Struck the part of your brain that allows you TO WALK…”
Cheapshot mundanely just tosses Happy to the ground. “Ugh! Ruined my suit! How illogical…”
Happy rolls in the dirt, bleeding but not bruised.
Cheapshot smirks, leaning toward Happy, inches from his face. “What a peculiar medical oddity.”
Prince Rasputin, now awakened, freezes Happy’s gears. He stands up, grabs his hair, and beats his face over and over, only for Grub to blast Raspution’s head open with heat vision.
Billy had actually unlocked the cage with the needle lodged in Grub’s knee, and even tossed it as Cheapshot caught the needle. With Cheapshot distracted, Happy hammers his fist into Cheapshot’s ankle, tearing the ligament of the giant’s foot.
Cheapshot tosses more needles at Happy, who just bites his foot aggressively tearing off the skin. Cheapshot roars and raises his face to the sky. Billy shoots a rock into Cheapshot’s neck, causing him to fall over.
Cheapshot, falling unconscious, says, “What… Beautiful artisanal machinery…” he falls asleep.
Happy is helped up by Grub and Billy. “Let’s get you back to your mother…”