Prometheus and Arachne: The Return to Golden Age
In the world of Bleeding Ego, there is crime, corruption, drugs, and many more disgusting and horrible cretinwork that the world has to offer to our heroes. This is how Prometheus deals with it.
Prometheus teleports outside the Magical Teddybear’s office, grabs a chair and smashes the window with it.
He teleports into the office.
Prometheus strangles the hell out of a magical Teddy Bear from the 4th Dimension. “WHERE IS IT!?!? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!?!?”
“In there! IN THERE!!!”
Prometheus rips the stuffing out of his chest and opens the safe, before grabbing some Heaven’s Truffles. He then awkwardly takes out his wallet, tries to pull out his PWD Card, and drops it. He tries picking it up, as he hammers the ground. “COME ON!!!”
“What the FUCK are you doing!? Demon Teddybears aren’t going to kill themselves, y’know? Well, for the most part…” sighed God Empress, daughter of Will-Be-Done, the Golden Age Aswang Prince.
“Shhhh SHUT UP!!!” He finally takes the card off the ground, minces the truffles into powder and snorts it.
“Sweet Jesus Christ…” sighed God Empress.
“WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!” smiled Prometheus.
Chapter 1: What The F*** is Going On?
“I am Prometheus…” said Prometheus, drinking heavily in a space bar with all sorts of strange characters. “Holy FUCK, man! Holy fuck… Ugh! That is good Olympian Mead. Hey, Gee! Try this Olympian Mead! It’s potent… Like Horse Ass! C’mon, dude!”
In the bar you could see cartoon characters, aliens, demons, angels, and other extradimensional nonsense. Meanwhile, God Empress is just standing outside calling the Aswang up.
“C’mon! Please pick up! Hey! Miguel!”
“Oh, hey, God Emperor!”
“God Empress now, because of the gendered bullshit at H.R. I just need you to know that the Cainmarker is secure. And you wouldn’t guess who i found?”
The Aswang was in his office, with cold compress over the bump on his head and bruises all over his face. “Who?”
“Your father. The Prometheus who was supposed to kill you that decided to raise you himself.”
She hears a click and burr.
“Hello? Did HE JUST HANG UP!?!?” she roared.
Prometheus pukes all over the bar’s table. “HAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahhh…” Prometheus walks away, all swaggerly. “So, Multiversal biological daughter, right? Sadly, i don’t swing that way.”
“Swing what way? Incest!?”
“Sorry, I might be far too drunk to realize what i just said…” he burped. “Gross. You literally are my daughter, so… Ew.” He sprays alcohol all over her and she snatches it and crushes it.
“We need to talk.”
“Uh huh?”
“You have the Cainmarker.”
“Maybe.” Prometheus began to walk away, stumbling around like a drunkard.
“Why?”
“Why anything? Amirite? Yahoo! Lodi petmaru! Werpa! Walang 4ever! I fuckin’ hate Pinoy memes.”
“Can we have it?”
“Um… NOOOO…”
“Please! The fate of the Multiverse hangs at the balance of that blaster, and you are literally scratching your ass with it!”
Prometheus manifested the device and is indeed scratching his bosom with it. “Heheheh…”
“Why are you here!?” she boomed.
“Huh?”
“Why are YOU here!? ARE YOU SOME KINDA CRIMINAL!?!?”
“Bibingka bitch, listen. I have A LOT of enemies. Morningstar, Black Spiral, Remnants, all that shiz… And now Maharlica!?”
“You know who I am?”
“Yer the God Empress of Maharlica-One-Five… Tuuuu…,!”
God Empress grabs him by the collar. “Listen here. You are a variant of my father, and he NEEDS that device!”
“Wadoodoodooo… Wadooo…”
“Please, sir! Or else your DUMBASS SON would become Saint Ki-...!”
Prometheus punches her in the face and her face literally obliterates into stardust and bubbles, but it reforms, as she gasps for air in horror. “Never… fucking… mock my kid… Don’t forget, I farmed and killed Aswangs back in the day… I can still take a wannabe Princess who thinks she has it over everyone else.”
God Empress Arachne is astonished and impressed, grabbing her cheek in pain, realizing how much stronger this old man is than she is.
God Empress Arachne began manifesting strings, which she wove into a blade in her hand that she points at Prometheus’ throat. “GIVE… IT!!!”
He holds his fingers up, drowsily bobbing his body, before snapping his fingers and creating bubbles that blow up in her face with confetti, forcing her to create a shield out of woven space-time strings.
She falls over, and tries standing up. “Are you going to give that gun to your adoptive son?”
Prometheus laughs. “Psh! Maybe!”
Arachne growls. “GIVE IT!!!“
Prometheus smiles and repeated her words in a high-pitched mocking tone, drowsily standing. “‘Give it’! The only reason you went out of your way rto help me was to get to the Cainmarker. Sheesh, man!”
“I WAS BUSTING UP A DRUG OP!!! AND YOU JUST CAME IN WAVING THAT DAMNED THING AT PEOPLE!!!” She gestures to the Cainmarker.
“Yeah. Well, I’m Saint King.” He looks away, frantically.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?!?”
“Ooh. Somebody’s all huffy.”
“You ARE NOT the Saint King. Such power is anointed.”
“Your Dad doesn’t even wanna be the Saint King. What’s your deal?”
“Me!? I am the Daughter of Miguel Azral of Earth-152. I am damned sure that Cainmarker belongs TO ME!!!”
“Kid, there are ten Saint Kings already. Well, 9, counting how the Golden Age Beatle ascended. And your Dad’s the last one left alive, BIG DEAL!!!”
“He’s a version of your own son.”
“And yet he ain’t. My son was chosen Saint King fair and square, kid.”
She slashes at him and he humorously dodged by bending his whole body backwards. She slashes back and he jumps up, before stomping on the blade and making her stuck on the ground. “You think you’re a Beatle Saint King!?”
“Oh, please! Far from it! I’m from Earth-11! I’m from the ten universes of failed Beatles, known as Prometheuses! Sadly, Earth-10 Pro got killed by that weird-ass Morningstar Golden Age bitch… Just goes to show that Prometheuses are BORN FAILURES. And this thing is my GODDAMNED KEY TO PURPOSE, KID!!!”
“Oh please, Prometheus! You can’t have purpose by stealing that for yourself!”
“It ain’t, asshole! Ugh! How IS Beatle?”
“Dead! NOW GIVE IT!!!”
“God-! He died? Shame I guess. Prick died a prick.”
“He died a HERO. NOW GIVE IT!!!”
“Wait.. there are two thrones that are empty then?”
“Yes! You’re holding the one that should be MY FATHER’S!!!”
“Nuh-uh! I’m holding the one from Beatle of Earth-1!”
“W-!!! Wait, huh?” asked Arachne, stopping herself from trying to reach the device. “Wait, that’s… right… Who the hell has the Prime Cainmarker?”
“I don’t fucking know. Just leave me alone, lady.” He smirks and warps it away. “I’m gonna get my kid back! Goodbye estrangement!” He dilly dallied, only for her to strangle him with her time strings and pull him back.
“Hold on a sec!” She strangles him. “You’re one of the last prometheuses, right?”
He gagged as she strangled him. “Maybe?”
“You can track the Cainmarker, then, right?”
“Maybe…”
“Yes… Great! New mission! You’re coming with me.” She drags him away as she opens a portal.
“You have a warrant?”
“I have a recording of you murdering those Teddy Bears I busted up.”
“God-!”
“Prometheus. You know the story, right?”
“Stop.. choking me…”
“Oh.” She lets go.
Prometheus couighs and pukes more. “Ten… Ten Saint Kings, Earths 0 to 9, were born. Nine were offered Cainmarkers, but the Tenth Saint king went evil or some shit.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“There is Beatle Saint King Golden Age, Silver Age, and Bronze Age… Then there are the Six War Kings… And finally there’s the evil one who went evil, obviously, so he wasn’t given a Cainmarker.”
“Thejm you should understand what we’re up against. If that Saint King GETS that Cainmarker, we’re all done for.”
“Ah… Fair.”
Arachne and Prometheus end up in a universe where the world is completely empty and desolate, with only a single cabin standing on a lone asteroid. Arachne enters, pulling the miserable old Prometheus toward the doorway. She knocks on the door.
“Who’s there?” asked Prometheus, as Arachne facepalmed.
The doorway was beautifully crested with old stone and metal forged from the stars. The stars above were remaining nothing but an empty void, mass-producing metal. Each black hole spat out materials that almost fed the universe.
Prometheus smiles and knocks on the door, and it swings open, revealing a version of Beatle who is very, very upset. “Yo! What is UP, Bronze Beatle? What is GOIN’ ON?”
Bronze Beatle’s eye just twitched. He leaves the door open, walking back inside. “Whatever.” He drops down and falls on his couch, sitting down.
“I believe this is the universe that was destroyed by Bronze Morningstar, is that correct?”
“Uh-huh,” sighed Bronze Beatle.
“Beatle of the GT Timeline, I believe?”
“Yep…” he smacked his lips.
“Great! Could we ask you a few questions…?” smiled Arachne.
“Kid… I think this isn’t the best… state of being… for him to tell us anything,” said Prometheus.
“Pro, this is one of the most important things in the Multiverse. I believe his duty is to the Republic of Maharlica.”
“This has been a Republic?” asked Prometheus.
“Yeah… It’s a Parliament, but I’m one of the God Emperors who was voted for this term! And elected!” smiled Arachne, nudging Prometheus’ shoulder.
“Still doesn’t justify just barging in the last man of his own universe as visitors only to ask him to ‘do this for me because it’s a job…’” Prometheus shook his head and placed his fists on his hips.
“He’s fine with it! Right? For Maharlica! Amirite, dude?” smiled Arachne, offering a high-five.
“Such corporate smiling…” Prometheus squinted his eyes as he grabbed some beer from his fridge and drank from it. The can hissed as he opened it, and he drank, allowing the dry alcohol to fill his throat with burning heat.
Arachne pokes Bronze Beatle’s head with a pencil eraser. “Mr. Beatle? Bronze Beatle?”
“You’re being rude…” sighed Prometheus, floating up to see the windows above. The house was indeed upscaled from the inside, as if Bronze Beatle could grow in size, so Prometheus just flew around and lay midair.
“Bronze Beatle… Please. The sake of the Multiverse depends on it. Wherever the Original Cainmarker is-...”
“THE ORIGINAL CAINMARKER!!! FUCK, MAN!!!” roared Bronze Beatle, warping out and slamming the Caimarker into Arachne’s chest. “KEEP IT! THAT THING IS A DAMNED CURSE!!!”
“What? Sorry, Beatle, but this is supposedly one of the most valiant weapons in the Multiverse… A coronation of the Saint King-...”
“This ‘Crown’ of yours is a CURSE!!! It churns you in its stomach from the inside out!” He leaned closer and stomped forward, growing in size before her. “It turns you into this beast who searches and yearns for empathy, acceptance, and love… whatever the damned hell that meant! Edge Run! Sabbath! Edge Run! Green Day! Gabrielle! Billy! ALL… DEAD!!!”
“Well… W-Well… I… I think-...”
“And you’re here… saying that you have ALL the answers in your little fake bureaucracy THAT PROMETHEUS FROM EARTH-10 KEPT blabbering ABOUT!!! But in the end, THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPENS!!! SHIT… HAPPENS!!! And I am BROKEN by that TYPE of SHIT!!! Unless you want to take that accursed crown of mine, then LEAVE!!!” He turned away and shrank back to size, slowly. “I’m better off in my own palace…”
“The Saint King is a duty. It is an honor for your world.”
“Then why dare visit me? When you know I have nothing left to honor?”
Prometheus crossed his arms and smiled. “Told ya!”
Arachne looks absolutely dumbfounded. Her eyes drooped down, and her jaw hung. “So, this is the Original-?”
“God no. That’s mine…” said Bronze Beatle, sitting back down. “I was being rhetorical.”
“Well, you keep it.”
“Just leave it beside the trash…” said Bronze Beatle.
The door slammed from behind them.
Chapter 2: Mercury
“Alright! Alright, folks! Yeah, yeah! Hurrah, hurrah for the Saint King! Today, we are here to talk about Beatle Saint King! We all know the story, folks! In the year 2035, Beatle announced himself into the world! He found love. He lost love. He fought Aurora, his ex-lover. He eventually became the world’s first Superhero, and brought the age of Superheroes! After being chosen by the Greater Roman Church and defying it, he has become the talk of the town! Ladies and Gentlemen, Beatle Saint King!”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Beatle Saint King: MAD with POWER? This just in, Beatle was seen peeing in the fountain of the White House and on a statue of every Republican President, telling the world he has come out as gay. And when police tried to apprehend him, he just flew off and drew a middle finger in the sky using cumulonimbus clouds where it rained urine all day in the State of Virginia.”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Beatle Saint King JUST CREATED A SPECIALIZED ALL-GAY TASK FORCE and ILLEGALIZED straights, only to quickly revoke the next day since he was shown to be under the influence the night before.”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Beatle Saint King seemed to have signed a treaty with Morningstar Industries. Though, what seems like a good day for Republicans, it seems that the Dems are quite against it due to the mysterious origins of the substance known as ‘the Splooge’.”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Beatle Saint King is seen dancing in front of the Chapel naked after coming out as Bisexual, and proceeded to… Oh my God. Is he… burning the American flag!?”
Prometheus, in the video, yells out. “PHILIPPINE WERPA!!!”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Prometheus Saint King, as he has now dubbed himself, seems to have waged war… on Waffles and Squirrels, claiming that they are conspiring with the Philippine Bulbul to, and I quote, ‘eat strawbs from his garden’.”
“BREAKING NEWS… Prometheus turned himself into a pickle and killed the entire Russian Mafias who he claimed to have killed his pet rat, Jeremiah.” The news proceeds to show a picture of a rat dressed like Mickey Mouse.
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Prometheus went to North Sinostan, a political enemy of the United States, to, and I quote, ‘be a Smiling Friend and make King Jung Moon smile.’ It did not end well.” The news panel shows Prometheus with a missile up his ass as he is shot into the moon.
Prometheus then appears online with Jake Logan, a controversial YouTuber…
“Yeah, so uh… What do you think of Breakfastables?” asked Jake Logan.
“Oh God… Like… these Online Fuckers are soooo FUCKING weak brain, man. Like, this shit is goated! Have your KIDS eat Fastables. They’re good for you! Y’know, I think parents nowadays don’t understand good food.”
“BREAKING NEWS!!! Prometheus, the Messiah of Earth, is in fact indeed Bisexual, after having an affair with esteemed FORMER REPUBLICAN PRESIDENT, Doughnut Trumpet.”
Prometheus slams his head backward.
Suddenly, he gets a call.
“Aurora! Waddup, waddup, WADDUP, Girlfriend!”
“Hi, Babe. I have an assignment for you. I need you to farm an Aswang variant of yours for me.”
“What?” smiled Prometheus…
“His name is Miguel Azral…”
Today…
Prometheus and Arachne waited in line for the Multiversal Port to move, patiently keeping themselves psychological intact. Arachne read a book of law, and Prometheus threw a ball up to the wall and caught it.
“I can’t believe you were sent to kill Miguel back then…” sighed Arachne. “You Promethei should be ashamed, honestly. Read your files… How you usually get drugged up and garner views by being such a tabloid article. You really are nothing but insane.”
“Mhm!” smiled Prometheus, bouncing the ball.
“So, why didn’t you kill your Miguel?” asked Arachne.
Prometheus stops bouncing the ball and keeps it in his pocket. He grabs the cigar from his mouth and blows some smoke. He looks up with pride. “Maybe I was just insane.”
“No remorse… Honestly…” she sighed, as they inch closer to the Port.
Later…
Upon leaving the portal, they reach an area in the Multiverse that is practically a utopia, with glistening silver cities above and plants like herbs, shrubs, trees, and bushes streaming down from each roof and building corner.
A trail of blue lightning zips through reality…
“Seems he’s fixing,” said Prometheus.
Arachne turns to him with a confused look. “Huh?”
“Observe, kid.”
The blue lightning zooms at God-like speed, moving so quickly, but so silently. Earth remained whole, and the world was completely safe. The blue lightning was so fast
Zooms and zips. Zooms and zips. Zooms and zips.
“I don’t get it… Where are the people in this world?” asked Arachne. “Seems to me that this is one of the periods of the centuries that were peaceful in Beatle’s life.”
Prometheus rolls his eyes and catches the blue streak, and the blue streaks kept running, yet one of the blue streaks stopped, revealing a man running between space-time, eternally running as if there is no tomorrow. He wore a version of the Mars suit, but bluer.
“May I welcome you the Multiverse’s greatest micromanager. Mercury Saint King. A former War King who battled countless wars, but eventually, he started running, fixing more and more until the world stopped moving… Its people ceased to exist from time.”
“What did he do!? Where in the world are the-!?”
“Probably in homes… sheltered… fed… given water and tended when needed to. This is the multiverse’s best helicopter parent… HEY!!!” Prometheus leaned down and spoke to the running man. “Merc! ‘Sup?”
“Hey, Pro! Gotta run run run!!!”
“What!? We should help these people!”
“Can’t. Maharlica Decree 3 Dash 896 decrees that Saint Kings have the power to rule and protect their world with good intention, however they will it. Well, Captain, looks like the birds are shitting again between nanoseconds!”
“Thanks, Pro!” smiled one streak, cleaning it up.
”Welcome, Merc!” smiled Prometheus.
“Are you just here to ruin this for me?” Arachne asked with a sardonic tone, arms lowered down like a child.
“Yes,” Prometheus smirked. “Lemme cook, my Gee. I’m gonna Skibidi all over those gyatts.”
Arachne just stares at Prometheus with disgust. “Those aren’t even the right ways to use those words…” she sighed, walking toward one streak orbiting the planet.
“Ha! EXPOSED, BITCH!!!” sneered Prometheus, calling her out like a kindergartener. He immediately tilts his head. “What on Earth are you doing?”
“Your Mom!” yelled Arachne, preparing to catch a blue streak.
“That’d be extradimensionally your grandmother!”
Arachne catches one and lifts him up, but he remains locked in, running and charging, slightly pushing her to the side. “HEY!!! STOP!!!” she yelled. “You’re ruining THIS WORLD!!!”
He continues running.
“Why are you doing this!?” Arachne yelled.
He continues running.
“Anna wouldn’t want this-...”
One streak immediately stops running and grabs her by the throat, marching forward and taking out a vibrating vambrace from his gauntlet. “Take that back. TAKE THAT BACK!!!” he boomed.
“Wh-Wha-!?” asked Arachne.
“EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR HER!!! I HAVE to keep this world intact or SHE WON’T BE WITH ME!!!” he roared.
“You did all this… for her?” asked Arachne.
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Prometheus chuckles.
“Why!?” asked Arachne.
“Because she chose him…” Suddenly, a blue streak brings Tyrone and Anna before them, sensually kissing each other, frozen in time, naked in a bed, before the streak takes them back. “This way she would be so much happier…”
“Because you wanted to be at the party, bullshit?” asked Arachne, leaning her arm on her hip.”
”IT ISN’T JUST THAT!!! At the party means I get to actually HAVE… PURPOSE!!!”
Prometheus’ eyes widen, and he clenches his chest.
“I saved this world! It was perfect, but she still chose him! And I’m happy for them! They can be the happiest this way! Without ME!!!”
“Mercury… This world would literally be everything WITHOUT you doing this.”
“That means I don’t mean anything. I have to sacrifice… I MUST abide myself outside of time to keep them from suffering… Her from suffering…”
“Why!?”
“I hurt her!” Mercury boomed. “I broke her heart!” he sobbed, growing to 16 feet tall, slowly. “And I did it because of a stupid college drama bullshit!”
“What happened?”
“I wasn’t invited at a party…”
“That’s it?”
“ANY party! They always went out and cheered… had fun without me… They always… Everyone… never liked me… Because I think differently…”
Arachne smiles gently and pats his back. “Is that so?” she smiled, saddened for him, leaning closer and kneeling down with him.
“I’m so alone… This way… people will love me… And I will deserve the Saint King title…”
“Don’t you see? People can’t love you when the world is stopped like this.”
“I don’t deserve love anyway. Trust me. It’s better this way.”
“But… Do you think they’re really living this way?”
“They exist…”
“But they are not relevant. Just like how you think of yourself…”
“I am… not relevant…”
“You are…”
“Anna… is with that guy…”
“You’re fast, right? Maybe you could sweep her off her feet?” smiled Arachne.
Prometheus is astonished, as the utopia, frozen for 800 years, suddenly stopped with the streaks. He is flabbergasted, seeing the whole kerfuffle boil down to a therapy session.
Mercury fell to his knees, yet some onlookers glanced, no one gave a crap, since this was normal to them. A Superhero, broken by something trivial. “No one gives a damn about me… See?”
“I’m here!” smiled Arachne, leaning down.
“I see,” he teared up, falling to his knees, crying.
Suddenly, Mercury gets a call from his version of Jedan.
“Hey, Miguel!” smiled Jedan. “Guess what? I woke up this morning, and apparently it’s fucking November!”
Chapter 3: Tigon
“So, Earth-3 is a Dud. Let’s check Earth-4…” said Arachne.
Prometheus eyes Arachne as she opens yet another portal.
“What?” asked Arachne.
“Kid… Why’d you help Merc?” Prometheus pocketed his hands.
“My Dad always believed that everyone deserves a second chance… no matter who they are.”
“Where is your Dad?”
“I don’t know… I have to pretend to be this cold, distant figure so people would respect me…”
“Why’d you loosen up around me?”
“I dunno. You weren’t being genuine either, so…”
“How the hell am I not genuine?”
“Well, NOW you are…”
Prometheus stops, and Arachne turns back to him. “The hell does that mean?”
Arachne gave a cheery smile and turned away, walking into the portal.
Prometheus follows. “What drives you?”
“My Dad, around ten years back, sacrificed his life to keep an eldritch Devil known as the F. Goat under wraps and I hadn’t seen him since. I believe that Dad is still holding him off now… But something tells me the F. Goat broke free.”
“So, you think this Republic of yours would be a way to honor him?”
“Yes. I get to keep order in the Multiverse.”
“Oh, please! WHAT ORDER!?!?” Prometheus yelled up to the sky.
“Huh?” she turned to him, confused.
“Literally 78% of the Multiverse is ruled by Conglomerates, and 2% are made of Splooge Factories MADE FROM ASWANG’S BLOOD of which a single drop could POWER. WORLDS!!!”
“Yeah. Is it wrong to hope?” smiled Arachne.
“Bureaucracy is a joke.”
“And I think that’s okay. I still believe in it. Regardless of the sorrows to come.”
“That’s toxic positivism.”
“Toxic positivism is pretending it isn’t there. I always push through knowing it’s there.”
“Knowing WHAT is there!?”
“Fate.”
Prometheus gives a soft sigh, facepalming and massaging his forehead vein. “Fine. What world is… huh?”
The world they have entered in… is pitch-black. No sounds, no sight, just pure pitch black.
Suddenly, Prometheus decapitates something that was about to pierce its fangs into Arachne’s neck. What feels like dripping slime bleeds all over her. It was slimy and smelled like iron, but cold to the touch.
Arachne hardened her skin. The creatures struck more, so Prometheus killed each of them.
“Somebody didn’t train!” smirked Prometheus, as he created a star that burned all of the creatures nearby, each turning to ash. “Vamps… Huh… Aswangs are said to be extinct in this universe. Oof.”
The star above them dissipates, and more began creeping nearer them.
Prometheus creates fire, causing the Vampires to back away, hissing. “Shit… It’s the locals. Don’t worry. I’ll marry their women and steal their people. I am a bureaucrat after all!”
“Dude. Shut up,” said Arachne.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” roared someone in the distance.
Suddenly, the iron liquid splatters all over them, as a creature of the night roared near. They heard slashing, splooshing, and cutting of flesh and meat before all fell silent.
“I sense the Saint King saved us,” said Arachne.
“I am not so sure about that.”
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” The Saint King bites Arachne in the throat, but Arachne’s woven time barrier stops its fangs, but they do rupture and curve the barrier. “KRRRRYYYYYEAAAAAAAAH!!!”
“TIGON!!! SNAP OUTTA IT!!!” roared Prometheus, as “Tigon” spins and kicks him into the ground.
The Tigon then blasts a beam of red light at Prometheus next. “KRRRYEAAAAAH!!!”
“What the hell!?” asked Arachne.
“Stall him till he calms down!” yelled Prometheus.
“RRAAAAAAH!!! KRRRRAAAAAH!!!” Large dagger-shaped metallic claws cut them down, nearly breaking their barriers, even making cuts in space-time and gravity itself due to their sharpness. He slashed and blasted another beam of light.
Tigon’s Cainmarker appears, and it appears as a turret on his back, before blasting at them, with each flash of light revealing his wild, animalistic, gigantic black beast form that is 9 feet, paws to shoulders.
Tigon tries biting into them, but Arachne blasts string-like flames at them.
Tigon grabs her by the face and slams her face into the ground, beating her with relative ease.
Prometheus warps out a lightning zap that freezes Tigon over, who breaks free.
Prometheus blasts red heat vision, which Tigon regenerates from. He pounces at Prometheus and mauls him, but Prometheus regenerates and beats him to the ground.
Prometheus began to sing. “Bahay… Kubo… Kahit... Munti… Ang halaman doon… Ay sari sari…”
Tigon began to shake his head, violently trying to shake the sound off his head.
“Singkamas at talong… sigarilyas at mani…” Prometheus teared up. “Sitaw bataw, patani…”
Arachne sang as well. “Kudol, patola. Upo at kalabasa. At saka mayroon pa. Labanos mustasa.”
Both sang. “Sibuyas, kamatis, bawang, at luya. Sa paligid ligid-...”
The creature began to shrink in size, returning to his Human form, Tigon Saint King, who falls into Prometheus’ arms.
“It’s alright… we’re here, old buddy…” sighed Prometheus.
“What the hell is he!?” asked Arachne.
“He’s an Infected Human like you. Powered up biologically by the Splooge to gain mutant capabilities and features. In this universe, Colossus went too far… Soon they infected Beatle…. Turned him into… this… Beatle was always emotionally volatile when young, and this form brought him to his most primal instincts… returning him to his Id. When he wakes up, he’d be gone.“
“And the Vampires!?” asked Arachne, terrified and exasperated.
“Colossus Scientists learned the secret of Vampirism and immortality itself… Turned themselves into these creatures… And the last Humans hid underground, while Saint King sacrificed his sanity to save this world. Poor guy…” sighed Prometheus. “Janitor of this universe…”
Arachne looked down as light began to leave the ground, and saw a beautiful city. Prometheus had turned the soil into glass, and showed the truth…
Beneath their feet, was a beautiful utopia… Underground… A Hollow Earth with advanced tech and the geothermal core as their sun… Skyscrapers, flying cars, governments, markets, welfare, people, living in complete autonomy from the outside world. All because Saint King sacrificed everything he was for these people.
Chapter 4: Undying Prime
“Sorry, what the hell?” asked Prometheus, staring at nothing but endless ocean. Prometheus flew around with Arachne, looking for any land in this universe.
“We need to find the Cainmarker.”
“How are you even so sure that the Original Cainmarker is around here? Fuck, man.”
“Cainmarkers cannot leave the ten prime universes if their User has ascended.”
“So, you just brought me along for the ride.”
“You know, YOU CAN leave, right?” smiled Arachne.
“I don’t wanna,” said Prometheus.
“Why DIDN’T you kill Miguel Azral the Aswang?”
Prometheus stayed quiet.
“Well?”
“I didn’t wanna.”
“Why?” asked Arachne.
Prometheus stayed quiet, zooming forward. He began to tap his fingers alternatively, bobbing his body forward and backward, swimming like a porpoise in the sky.
“You good?” asked Arachne.
Prometheus sighed softly and looks to the sky. “I spared him because I saw myself in ‘im.”
Arachne sighs.
“I thought I was trying to redeem myself…”
“Why did you do all those awful things, I wonder?” asked Arachne.
“I dunno.”
“I read your file. In the Prometheus universes, your father succeeded into turning you into a successful lawyer.”
Prometheus smirks and scoffs.
“It’s not your fault,” said Arachne.
“I know.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know!” smiled Prometheus.
“It’s not your fault.”
Prometheus tears up as the tears begin to fall into the ocean. “I know…”
Meanwhile…
Undying Prime smirks, having regained his body. “Thank God! WOO!!! Don’t I feel AMAZING? Well, Imma go find and lure Miguel-...”
“You will do no such thing…” spoke the man in the shadows, arm twitching erratically.
“Excuse you?“ asked Undying Prime.
“I said, you will do no such thing.”
“Who even are you? Why do you dare bask upon my greatness?”
“I revived you to ask you one thing…” The figure places the Cainmarker, the first one before Narda, on the table. He gently does so, and squints his eyes.
“Is that the Prime Miguel’s Cainmarker?”
“Yes,” said the figure. “I couldn’t make it work…”
“But you can lift it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it only damages people with tainted hearts.”
“I know,” spoke MABUS, who walks out of the darkness and looms over Tyrone. “I’m asking WHY CAN’T I RECALIBRATE THIS!?!?”
Undying Prime backs away. “Holy fuck… You’re that guy…” He stumbles backward. “Wel, I’m fine with killing you again, Miguel.”
MABUS grabs Tyrone and slams his fist into his face, shattering his jaw.
Undying cackles, backing away, and regenerating. “I LIKE THE FIRE IN YOU-!!!”
MABUS grabs Undying’s head and begins slowly crushing it.
Undying immediately feels fear.
MABUS sighs. “Listen… If you’re going to take me for a fool, could you do it in Hell? Today’s a scorcher, and I have been tryna find a way to like… ease myself with my fingers being numb from caliibrating this bitch for FUCKING 10… YEARS!!! Like, Christ! Could anyon be more-...”
Undying slams his fists at MABUS, eventually his knuckles and hands shatter upon meeting MABUS’ body.
MABUS sighs and grabs his face, dragging him away like he’s a ragdoll. “Dude… I JUST need your help in using this thing. What don’t you understand? I’m trying to be the strongest in the Multiverse and be a good person, okay?”
Undying quivers in fear, remember the Reaper’s attack on him.
“Fine…” He crushes his head and brains leak out. “I’ll do it myself… Return to Hell then, why don’t you?”
Undying falls to his knees, and regenerates. “I thought you were evil… What the fuck?”
“I was never evil. I just had a different perspective. A different work ethic… mmmm mmm mmm…”
“Oh, please! You are nothing but an ingrate! AN AUTISTIC DOG ON A LEASH!!! A FREAK WHO USES YOUR DEAL AS AN EXCUSE!!!”
MABUS literally eye rolls at Undying Prime, who grabs MABUS’ face, as MABUS tears his arm off making Tyrone scream. “DON’T fucking touch my face, man. Your hands smell weird.”
Tyrone screams in horror. “STOP PRETENDING… TO NOT… GIVE A FUCK!!!”
MABUS immediately shoots him with Cainmarker, as Tyrone begins disintegrating.
“What… WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?!?“ sobbed Tyrone, trying to grab his leg. “I feel… I feel numb…”
MABUS sighs. “Cainmarker brings living evils to Hell. Well, the thing is, you’re already in Hell. Now, it’d just erase you, y’know? God, becoming Head of Colossus SUCKS, MAN!!!” he complaiend as Tyrone grabs unto him, withering away. “Seriously! I wanna watch Marvel again…”
Tyrone begins crying. “I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry for bullying you as a kid… Please… I don’t… I don’t want this to happen to me.”
MABUS sighs and pushes him. “Dude. WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND!?!? I… don’t need you anymore.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAA-...” Tyrone disappears, screaming a bloodcurdling shriek before dissipating into non existence.
MABUS sighs, and claps his hands. “Okay… Alright, Pro? Reaps… Could you come here…?”
Two figures come out from the darkness, chained by MABUS’ magical… well… chains. They are also… curiously… undead… existing in the liminal space between life and death.
“Hey. Did you guys get the pizza? AND the beverages this time? Yeah? Good. Now, run along…” sighed MABUS, brushing his hair. “Spent my whole life experimenting on Splooge after discovering that my Aswang variants are the key to Human evolution. And now, I’m some kinda corporate weirdo mado… Fuck, man…” He waves his hand, and dismisses these two undeads, before he gets a call. “YOOO!!! Morningstar! Hi! It’s me, MABUS! Yeah? Yeah, yeah… Been tryna fix this bullshit since Ruru Prime ascended with Beatle Prime. Well, for the most part, I’m good, dude. Mhm! Right… Love you!” MABUS sighs and wipes his nose, walking away from Undying’s dead body.
MABUS sighs and grabs his body before crushing it, blood pissing out of his flesh. “God, that felt good… Weird. I always wanted to do that. I mean, I don’t care, but that felt like an unnecessary ejaculation. Anywho…” MABUS pours semen from a bottle all over Tyrone. “Ha. I dunno,” he shrugs. “That revenge was planned but, damn, that was… Anti climactic…” He claps his hands and bobs his head. He walks away. “That’s lunch!”
MABUS opens the door, and we see The Aswang Prince Prime, Will-Be-Done.
Miguel coughs blood, shaking, with his arm absent.
“Hey, man!“
Miguel Prime shakes in pain. “Hey… You uh… You killed Tyrone…”
“Mhm. A bit anticlimactic, huh?”
“You think that’s supposed to feel good?” growled Miguel Prime. He transforms into an Aswang, trying to break free. “WELL!!??!”
“Well, yeah!”
“HE WAS A PERSON!!! HE HAD HIS RIGHTS!!! HE WAS A CHILD ONCE, AS WELL!!! AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY!!!”
MABUS shrugs. “Yep. And you chose to leave critters like that alive. Unbreakable was the one who placed him in Hell for A WHILE. His Unbreakable quantum strings bound him in Hell. Was a pimple waiting to pop and YOU… LET HIM LIVE, MAN!?!? WHY!?!?”
“Because autonomy is deserved-...”
“BORING!!!” MABUS grabs Miguel by the throat, as he coughs and drools blood. “Kid, the moment I met you back in Nueva Yorca, I knew you wouldn’t have THE BALLS to wield this thing. You didn’t UNDERSTAND it… But I do! I’m Miguel Azral! I’m MABUS!!! And people will LOVE ME… Will think I’m a legend! Just lemme use this thing, man! I get to save the world… and you get to serve… the man who will be… Saint King!” smiled MABUS, all jolly.
“You can’t make people love you… Just like how you can’t amount to anything after what you did to Tyrone.”
“He was a bully. I bullied him back.”
“You treated his life like garbage.”
“You tried to kill him.”
“I didn’t WANT to-...”
MABUS socks him in the belly and he falls to his knees. “Yeah, well… What I WANT to do… is protect the Universe… The Multiverse… Be its guardian. Because unlike you, I actually have what it takes to be a god. He stole Anna, kid. You know who she really loved.”
“She loved me… She loved what he represented… Not him.”
“SHE NEVER LOVED ME!!! SHE…” MABUS beats down Golden Age Miguel. “NEVER… LOVED… ME…!!!”
Miguel fell lying down.
“She was a distraction, Miguel… She was just some useless crap high school crush we Miguels never move on from. Glad yours is dead.”
Miguel activates Narda and blasts at MABUS, but MABUS isn’t affected by it.
MABUS sighs. “SO EMOTIONAL!!! What happened to Anna was an act of war… She fell in love with the idea of your kindness as well… What WE represented. Not because we were beautiful or smart or pretty. She loved us because we were convenient.”
Miguel tears up. “If she were here-...”
“She would bawl over Tyrone. You know it…”
Miguel Prime began to cry.
“Oh, come on! Just accept that. Sometimes, a little white crime, is the answer to saving the Multiverse…”
“Why?”
“Because WE’RE… MIGUEL!!! We always are! We’re the center of every Goddamn universe! And we’re like a lightning rod for tragedy. SO BE IT!!! I gotta be the villain. Been genociding Aswangs for years, extracting their blood and livers to create Splooge and fuel worlds. Morningstar Prime was my main buyer, but now she’s stepped down, no one’s buying THE DAMNED RESERVES!!! Then… SOME LOWLY-!!!” MABUS beats Miguel. “VARIANT… KILLED THE WOMAN I SERVED THE MOST FOR OVER 900 FUCKING YEARS!!!” MABUS grabs Miguel and drags him away before slamming him to the wall. “AND RUINS EVERYTHING!!! MY PLAN!!! MY PLAN TO HAVE BEATLE KILLED JUST TO GET THIS SHIT AND IT DOESN’T FUCKING WORK BECAUSE IT CHOSE YOU!!!” he boomed, beating Miguel Prime down.
MABUS sighs, brushing his hair to the back, before activating the HoloPuck roadmap, the Multiversal Map to the Splooge Factories. “Now… WHAT in the world is this…?” MABUS sees the Multiverse, but shows the Super-Multiverse, a massive curving spiral filled with infinite more Multiverses “WELL!?!?”
Miguel Prime does not answer. He just looks away, with valiance and so much effort.
MABUS stares into Miguel’s eyes.
Miguel Prime, feeling the urge to vomit, fights against MABUS’s Bati.
“COME ON!!!” MABUS punched the metal walls. “If there is a possibility to end the Splooge Production, WHAT IS IT!?!?”
“And let you colonize another world!? LET YOUR EMPIRE BLEED INTO OTHER WORLDS!?!?”
“So there ARE other worlds…”
“Oh, please.”
MABUS squints his eyes. “And you know how to reach there.”
A bubble-like ring appears around Miguel Prime’s neck, choking him.
Miguel Prime’s esophagus slowly gets crushed.
MABUS breathes heavily. “C’mon… COME ON!!!”
Miguel Prime tears up.
“COME ON, ONE ARM!!!”
Miguel Prime, shockingly, activates a magical gush of wind from his arm stub and punches MABUS with it, but MABUS just softly stops it.
“MacJovial WILL RETRIEVE Beatle Starcross’s Cainmarker. That one is far more compatible with me anyway… Your Cainmarker… The Narda? Just a cheap knock off. I paid Mac A LOT of money to get Splooge running again.”
“YOU MURDERED INFINITES!!!”
“I had to. Prometheus made Maharlica-152 WITHOUT a specific plan in mind. He made a deal with me to make him FUEL, YOU ARROGANT CONNIVING FUCK!!!”
“He didn’t know what he was up against…”
MABUS smirks, looking at his chin. “You’re dying. Heard you found out about the boy lately. Diego. Painful,. Huh?”
Miguel Prime turns into an Aswang and nearly bites him.
MABUS sighs, tired and almost bored out of his mind. He tilts his head backwards and groans. “Just do as I say…”
Chapter 5: Meet MABUS
MABUS smiles and walks up to the camera, not giving any eye contact at all. “So!” He clapped his hands. “Aswangs, sadly, have clearly gone to near extinction! Welp, too bad! Because WE HAVE A NEW PRODUCT FOR YOU AND YOU ALONE!!! A super secret product known as… SPLOOGE 2.0!!! Now with a new AND IMPROVED source product for all your fuels! Yes, that is totally right, boys! Absolute giga chad move! What’s the NEW source? Well, IT’S A SECRET!!! Hi hi hi!!! Since Aswang killings are now controversial, we have decided to stop manufacturing Aswangs all together. You see, Aswangs CAN NOT be cloned. They simply can’t! Only bred! And since Miguel Azral did not give up his life to give us Splooge, we all suffer the Great Dying! But fear not! I have found… another resource! Wait until the end of the year for its presentation! Toodles!” He shuts off the mic. “God, I’m so cringe.”
MABUS gets a call. “Yep? What’s up? Uh huh… Holy shit! WHAT!?!? Uh huh… yeah… The Goat? Struck a deal with him. Yeah. He won’t try to kill you anymore, dude… Dark and Askal, huh? Didn’t I make Unbreakable think he had to kill the Reaper over that HoloPuck thingie? IS HE DEAD? Yeah? Great… That’s a LOT of paperwork, but good. Now, no one stands in my way. ‘Cept for the hybrid in my bunker. Yeah… Uh huh… Azral! Yeah! That Prime version from Earth-152. Eradicator? Still on with that Saint King bullshit? Great… Deceive him into building another algorithm for other Splooge Reserves. Thanks…” MABUS facepalms and slams his head.
Miguel Prime just… stares at him, eyes twitching.
MABUS looks… unfazed. “Wanna know how Splooge is made? Your kind’s blood, combined with Heaven’s Truffle, a magical serum from Planet X, becomes this white substance that can spread all over planets. Truffles are actually divine fungi, a parasite species that grow as yeast on the divine planet of the so-called gods. Due to their divine nature, they love feasting on creatures with eternity in their bodies. High levels of ego and strength. They feast on that stuff, and the more they do, the more Splooge multiplies, basically its by product, like wine. Instead, it is an edible fuel that saves worlds, but over time, Splooge doesn’t run out, we just don’t have enough of it. Because the moment we place Splooge in heat, it turns to fuel. Powers everything. No time to let it grow.”
“Then give it time-...”
“No. I knew you were gonna say that. You can’t just turn off a fucking planet powered by a drop of this stuff. You need A LOT of cash… Besides… That’s Morningstar’s business. I just sell this shit.” He shrugged.
“Why?”
“Peace, autonomy… Kindness… Been manipulating the Pentagram and Black Spiral for years now… They all think there’s this Multiversal sense of meaning to what they’re doing. No, no. Ruru is a messy high school ex. Unbreakable was a deluded moron. I just think ahead, make sure Morningstar buys the Splooge, make sure Unbreakable gets invested in becoming a politician that he starts becoming his own worst enemy. A hypocrite. I just like pulling the strings because it establishes order here.”
“You kill my kind.”
“A small sacrifice. Our kind… NOT Aswangs… Neurodivergents? We deserve to fix the world… to become strong when the world didn’t let us… To be loved. And this way, the world loves me-...”
“Tell them THE TRUTH!!!” Miguel turns into an Aswang and snarls like an animal, barking at MABUS.
“They won’t believe it. They already know what’s in this stuff, but the people just go on with their daily lives. Because it’s convenient. Because to them anything they do will amount to dogshit toward my operations. THIS IS A MULTIVERSAL EMPIRE. Not a pet store for your kind. Honestly…”
Meanwhile…
Prometheus and Arachne land before an old warehouse.
“Again… What is it with all these warehouses?” asked Prometheus, placing his hand on his waist.
“Honestly, have no idea…” said Arachne. Arachne knocks on the warehouse.
“Shouldn’t we break in?” asked Prometheus.
“What? And break the law? That’s a stupid idea.”
Prometheus punches the door, as it fell over and shatters into pieces, with dust scattering in the air. “Damn. I broke the door. Legally, I didn’t break in-...”
“GOD-!!! Why would you-? I JUST had that fixed!” MABUS walks out of the shadows, leaning down.
“Oh. MABUS. The traitor. File says he joined Aurora years back.”
“Sure, I am,” said MABUS.
“Any origins on this guy?” asked Prometheus.
“Your Prime Variant of Earth-9 had meetings with this guy back then,” said Arachne.
“You mean Pro Prime? The one who died among other Prime Prometheuses?”
“It’s a miracle you’re alive bt dubs,” said Arachne.
MABUS smiles. “So, the God Emperor of Maharlica and the Last Prometheus is here.”
“So, wanna do Ramen later?” asked Prometheus.
“Yeah,” said Arachne. “I want one from Ramen Nagi probs.”
Prometheus and Arachne keep talking over MABUS’s existence.
“Hello…?” asked MABUS. “God-... Goodbye Warehouse…”
“Wait, excuse me,” said Prometheus. He turns to MABUS. “Yo, what was tha-?”
A MASSIVE EXPLOSION eradicates the entirety of the warehouse and causing a mini atomic explosion.
Prometheus had created a magical bubble, a glowing blue one, to protect both of him and Arachne.
The bubble slowly flickers, and disappears.
Arachne holds her fists up. “Well, don’t I feel fired up?” She sneers, as a flaming green aura leaves her body.
“You Aswangs and your obsession with battle…” MABUS’s voice echoed throughout the cosmos.
Suddenly, a magical black bubble slowly floats before them.
Prometheus flicks it away with his own blue bubble, but it explodes, causing Prometheus to teleport away with Arachne.
Prometheus frowns.
Arachne charges forward and activates her flaming web whips. “HELL LATIGO!!!”
Arachne’s whips began rushing toward MABUS, who froze each end with his black bubbles before pulling her forward and grabbing her face, before choking her, ax-kicking her down. He plants his foot over her head.
MABUS stares down at her. “Tell me when this begins to hurt…”
He begins pushing down, and the soil cracks. She transforms into an Aswang, decapitates her own head in half to break free, tentacles growing out of the stub, and tries biting MABUS while her body begins punching at him mercilessly, but she somersaults, grabbing her head and recombining it.
Arachne enters Wrathful Faith, gaining a significant boost in power and speed, with raging winds coming out of her body along with a flame-like aura.
Arachne screams like an animal as she charges toward and punches MABUS, who crashes into a mountain, but MABUS snickers, powering up as well.
MABUS sners, activating a darker form, with black void leaving his body, horns and crown-like growts all around his body. His visor shines orange. Whispers leave his throat while he spoke as well. “Hmhmhm… Well… Haven’t used this form in A WHILE!!” he sneered, as he charged forward and tanked all of Arachne’s hits. She orbits him, strikes him over and over, and brutally beats him down. “Ah. God Mode Level 3. Don’t you know how much that form wastes energy? Level 2 is far more stable… This mode is just another cheap tactic to emulate Level 4...” MABUS hammers her to the ground, immediately causing her to transform back.
Prometheus teleports and tries to knock him down with a dropkick. “HOCUS POCUS M-!!!”
MABUS stops time and punches a hole into his chest and plants him to the ground. “Damn! That fight was lame!”
Prometheus shakes in pain, trying to regenerate. “How… How are you this strong?”
“Your Level 4 is no match for whatever the fuck I am…”
“Devil Mode…”
“Level 3, already, actually…” he smiled. “Really hard to achieve this form…” He crackles his knuckles. “But we all know how badly we Miguels LOVE the addiction to FIGHT!!! And gardening! Damn, that is a pretty Anthorium,” he turned to the flower on the field.
Prometheus headbutts him, but MABUS just stares at him. “How… How!?!?”
“I dunno,” MABUS shrugged. He just throws Prometheus like a ragdoll. “If Level 1 is your base form, God-Mode Level 2 is Diwata State, Level 3 is Wrathful Faith… Then there’s the actual God-Mode only achieved by the ten Beatles. Then, there’s Devil-Mode Level 2. Huh… Devil-Mode… Level 3 should be… Huh… TRIPLE SIX!!! No… That’s cringe. HELLRAISER!!! Too much. Very well. I shall name this form Merry Despair.” He shows his finger. “I love power… Oh, how I love such power…” He sniffs in. “But I have a personal anger towards all of you.”
“Why is that?” gasped Prometheus.
“Because…“ MABUS turns into an Aswang in this form, terrifying Prometheus. All black, all thorny, all dog-like.
“Then… Then, why? You joined Aurora-...”
“OH FUCK OFF!!! I DIDN’T JOIN AURORA… I MADE THE SPLOOGE FACTORIES!!!”
“What…?”
“I discovered my blood could save the Multiverse, so I created infinite versions of me that is just… ike… me…”
“WHAT!?!?”
“Yeah… And it HURTS… But it’s the only way I can save the world… THE ONLY WAY… PEOPLE.. WILL LOVE… ME!!!” MABUS beats down Prometheus. “And it hurts that idiots like you think I’m supposed to have rights… I… DON’T!!!”
“May I present to you…” Miguel Prime walks out of the darkness, holding his ribcage. “...MABUS. AKA, Miguel Azral of Earth-9…”
MABUS sneers, as lightning shatters the skies abovehead.
“Dad!?” asked Arachne, who catches Miguel, falling into her arms. “You’re alive…”
“And this bastard thinks… he can’t value his own life… He was born an Aswang… hated himself… manipulated Vampire King into making INFINITE FUCKING UNIVERSES of Beatle variants, Prometheuses… Me’s… Just to save the universe. He… is behind… everything.”
“Duh,” said MABUS, shrugging.
Miguel Prime sighs, and blasts Hell Fire at MABUS. “LISTEN!!! I wanna talk… Let’s end this diplomatically…”
“How?”
Miguel Prime smirks. “A Tournament… To see who deserves the title… of Saint King… I challenge you to a tournament.”
“Why in the world will I listen to you?”
Miguel smirks. “Because I know the secret of that Holo Puck… You win, I tell you how to get to the other realities. I win, and this reality stays as is.”
“You’re gonna need fighters… You were never meant to get this far. You were supposed to be an alter self of mine developed by ME to fuel the Multiverse I MADE!!!”
Miguel Prime sneers. “Ha! Literally infinite me’s out there. Someone out there can help us out… I believe in him. Cuz he’s me.”
“Oh, please! You really believe in that crap?”
“I don’t have to. I believe in myself. Rubs off on everyone. Cept you apparently.”
MABUS sighs. “Fine.. See you in six months.” He flies away, zooming acoss the cosmos.
Miguel Prime smirks. “Aweh Someh…”
Arachne sobs and hugs Miguel Prime. “Dad! I… I was so afraid!!! I.. I thought.. I had to… I THOUGHT I HAD TO BE-...” She sucks her thumb.
“Hey… HEY!!!” Miguel hugs Arachne. “It’s okay. I’m okay, now. Are YOU okay?”
“You’re the one who looks rough!” she yelled.
Miguel Prime grunts, forcing his body to regenerate. He’s wrinkly, withering, and still has a lot of life left in him. “There… See? I’m good, kid! That was a really good fight! I’m proud that you stuck to your ground! Haha!” He turns to Prometheus Silver. “Thank you, Silver Pro.”
“Don’t mention it… I’ll… go help ya recruit…”
“I already have fighters in mind… Heheh…” smiled Miguel Prime.
“Honestly…” Anna Prime walks out of a magical portal, with a spider-like outfit.
“MOM!?!?” asked Arachne, who sees Miguel kiss Anna. “What about Basile!?”
“She’s cool with it,” Miguel Prime shrugged.
Arachne sobs and hugs Anna, but, she phases through her.
“You… kinda need to train more to touch me,” she smiled, as she rests her hands on her cheek.
“What… Are you…??”
“After Morningstar Prime died, I was nominated Queen of the Hellish Worlds… They call me the Widow Queen now.”
“Whoa…” smiled Arachne.
“So…” said Anna Prime, turning to Miguel. “What’s the plan?”
Miguel Prime smirks. “There’s a Silver Variant of mine… We just gotta look for him.”
Meanwhile, the Aswang and Myrmex smile, holding each other’s hands, while watching the movie.
Miguel Prime narrates. “We just gotta find the one who’s willing to bleed his ego… Just like me…”
Miguel Prime smiles softly, staring at the stars. “Hocus Pocus, motherfuckers.”
Miguel Prime turns to Prometheus. "My Prometheus died to save me..."
"That doesn't mean anything," said Prometheus. "My kid-..."
"-... I... have a guy... training him at this moment. My master, Beatle Saint King."