Miguel Prime sighs, sitting down on a lumpy soft chair just next to the strange airconditioner that is almost ethereal and magical. Though, he just covers himself up. With a dextrose connected into his vein, he gives a soft sigh and smiles, taking a bite out of some of his soft diet meal of sorts, like a bunch of grainy mush on a plate. “You don’t have to ask permission to do things.” He sighs, giving a puff of smoke into the air. He looks much healthier than in the lats novel, with gray hair, a standard spiky haircut, and an adamant glow, but constantly coughing. He has the body of a body builder, and is still brimming with life. His left arm is a purple eggplant, though, since it’s just a stub.
A little girl smiles, saying, “Bam!” pointing to some M&Ms.
“C’mon, kid… Don’t do that, you’re gonna gimme a heart attack.” Miguel Prime chuckles.
The little girl laughs. “Sorry, Dad!”
Basille enters the room, knocking. “Our wife’s home.”
Miguel Prime smiles, nods softly, and Billy helps him up, but he barely is able to hold himself up, coughing.
Anna Prime hugs Miguel and Basille. “I missed you both… I am the Queen of Hell, so I DID manage to get them to do it as quickly as possible…” Anne Prime tears up, with a saddened look.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“Quantum Cancer’s a bitch… Apparently, all that radiation over the years caused your cells to gain this quantum glitch that tears you from the inside out… You have six months, love…” Anna sobbed, hugging Miguel, as Basille hugs them both.
“We’ll… figure this out. We always do,” sobbed Basille.
Miguel Prime smiles. “So, that’s why my arm hadn’t come back yet… And…” He coughed. “I look like this…”
“Dad…? What’s Quantum Cancer?”
“Cancer is something dumb online-... Oh..” Miguel Prime bowed his head.
“Dad?”
Miguel Prime was quiet, but pats her head and calms her down. “It’s a…” He taps his fingers and begins racing his mind, but he closes his eyes, hums monotonously, before gently placing his hand over her shoulder. “It means Daddy has to go…”
“Where…?” smiled the little girl.
“Kid…” he sighs. “Williana. I love you, okay?” He hugs her. “But I’m getting so, so tired… I might sleep, and not wake up.”b
“What? How would we have fun?”
“That’s why we gotta be extra fun these coming days, okay?”
She hugs tighter. “No…”
“It’s okay, Williana… We’ll keep you safe… I’ll always be in your heart.”
“That’s cheesy.”
“Damned straight.” Miguel Prime looks left, right, eyes almost acting like googly eyes. “Googly eyes…”
“What?” asked Williana. “Oh. Your eyes.”
“I love you, my child…” said Miguel Prime.
The door bell rings.
“That’s him…” Miguel Prime, with his cane, slowly reaches the doorway and it opens meeting Silver Age Miguel.
Miguel Silver, a much younger man compared to the withering Miguel Prime in his 40s, smiles and politely offers a handshake. “Hello. Are you… the Acting Saint King version of me?”
“I am. What’s up, man?” smiled Miguel Prime.
Miguel Silver looks way. “Uh… I heard here was a tournament… I mean, Ilke fighting and all… But a friend said you wanted specifically… Me?”
“Yeah. You’re Starcoss’s protege… He was training to be Saint King. Right?”
“Yes…” Miguel Silver bowed his head, tearing up. “I just… don’t think I deserve… it…”
Miguel Prime then smacks him, “HOCUS POCUS MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
Miguel Silver grabs his cheek, stumbling backwards. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?”
“You being stupid. I know very well you didn’t want this, but is that true? Is that honest or are you just holding yourself back!?”
Miguel Silver gulps, for the first time, since not even Beatle Starcross told him that, but he had a gut feeling… all Miguels subconsciously knew that… But this Miguel Prime just spat it out.
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“Be kind to yourself, man! Of course you wanna be Saint King!”
“The power’s too much.”
“Yet I’m here. I just gardened today. Brushed my teeth. Did my hair. And I didn’t hurt a single soul. Cept maybe that Ceylon I have. Kinda cut the bark off today.”
“Oh! Did you know Ceylon is technically the real Cinnamon?”
“Insane… I did, haha! Wanna come in? I’m… kinda recruiting peeps.”
“Oh… O-Okay? But I have Superhero business-...”
“This tournament IS Superhero business…” said Miguel Prime. “Now, come on. It’s cold out there. You need a shirt.”
Miguel Silver blushed.
He enters, and Miguel Silver sees that his house is just a classic Ilocano house. Old wooden furniture, tiles at the bottom and wood at the top, and many chairs to welcome guests. Miguel Silver kindly removes his shoes and places them on a rack for footwear. He puts on slippers Miguel Prime offers him and they head inside.
Miguel Prime is with Arachne Prime, Anna Prime, and Basille Prime, all from the prime universes. Miguel Prime and everyone else are much older, and much, much experienced. Miguel Prime offers Miguel Silver a seat, and Miguel Silver taes it.
“Hey,” said Miguel Silver. “Are you… Anna?”
“Queen of Hellish Worlds… Successor of Morningstar Prime. I removed the Morningstar Council, which now joined the Pentagram. I’m the legal ruler of Hellish Worlds. The Pentagram is considered a terrorist organization in my-...”
“Anna, c’mon, man…” smirked Miguel Prime. “No flexin’ on the new guy!”
Anna Prime smirks and punches him in the shoulder.
Miguel Prime holds her hand, and so does Basille.
“So…” said Basille. “What’s your story?”
“I’m just a vigilante from Tondo. I kinda got outed a while ago… But I’m better now,“ said Miguel Silver. “Well… IT’S better now, to be grammatically… I don’t get… Bullied… or made fun of anymore…. Well, I do, but…”
Miguel Prime smirks. “You’re an Aswang.”
“Yeah. They call me the Aswang of Tondo. Kinda leaned into it.”
“I’m the Aswang Prince. The Prime version,” smirked Miguel Prime. “Well, least I thought I was… but I believe I am.”
“I’ve heard your stories,” said Miguel Silver. “Is it true you’re some type of anomalous hybrid?”
“Mhm!”
“Destroyed the All Ender Missile!?”
“Yep!”
“Can ya fight me?”
“God-...!” Anna Prime facepalms.
“Not again…” chuckled Basille.
“Well?” smiled Miguel Silver.
Miguel Prime laughs. “Alright…” He suddenly… glitches…
“Miguel? Did you just-?” asked Anna Prime.
“Stop time? Heh… No… I was uh… just checkin’ Just checkin’,,,” Miguel Prime smiled.
“Take this outside?” smiled Miguel Silver.
Miguel Prime then snaps his fingers, and freezes time, as he blasts bubbles and flames at Miguel Silver, who dodges and flips to the wall.
Miguel Prime smiles and shows that his flames phase through the family… the furniture… EVERYTHING. As if they were ghosts. “Welcome to the Purple Dimension, where Space-Time exists between the physical and spiritual worlds.”
“You turned us into GHOSTS!?!?”
“Technically, this is true Time-Stop. You can interact with the world if you wanna… Or not! You become non-existent.”
Miguel Silver smirks. He punches Miguel Prime who spins up and lands on his feet, but Miguel Silver begins flapping his hands, turning into an Aswang out of fear as he begins floating out of reality itself, before Miguel Prime grabs him by the collar and pulls him back in.
Miguel Prime smiles and punches at him. So Miguel Silver begins weaving his punches, even managing to copy the patterns and get a footing. Miguel Silver watched Miguel Prime’s body language and his movements, seeing each muscle movement that allows him to navigate.
“You place gravity in the soles of your feet to… stay tethered…” said Miguel Silver.
“Do you believe you have gravity?” smirked Miguel Prime.
“YES!!!”
Miguel Prime sneers with his eyes widened as Miguel Silver charges and blasts flames at him, but Miguel Prime just masterfully blocks all of his strikes after the flames die out.
Miguel Prime yawns, blocking with one arm before striking with his feet, and dropkicking to knock him back to reality.
In the real world, Miguel Silver, teleports back and crashes out of the window.
“You could have taken it easy on him,” sighed Anna Prime.
“Yeah… I know,” smirked Miguel Prime.
Miguel Silver teleports back in, regenerating.
Miguel Prime kindly gives him one of his old shirts. “There… Wear this.” He stands up and walks away. “You’re training tomorrow.”
The next day…
“I want you to believe,” said Miguel Prime, placing the Cainmarker on the ground. “Believe that you can lift this. This is Narda. She’s mine. Passed down unto me by Beatle Prime of Earth-0.” Miguel Prime senses something. “Now, hold on.” Miguel Prime turns behind him, and sees a man in the distance. A man with eyes of vengeance. His shadow casts across the hot sun’s rays, slowly approaching from the waving heat.
Miguel Prime sighs flames, seeing Undying Prime. “Thought you died from MABUS.”
“MABUS… has a lot of cards behind ‘im.”
Miguel Silver backs away.
“Was told he’s the Saint King.”
Miguel Prime doesn’t answer.
“Was told MABUS made all this bullshit happen… Turned me into this unfeeling freak. He was the so-called Pantheon who made me.”
Miguel Prime doesn’t answer.
“You fuckin’ autist.”
Miguel Prime just stares at him.
“You don’t have the right to-...” spoke Miguel Silver, as Miguel Prime waves his hand, and Miguel Silver stays silent.
“Oh, now you have nothing to say, huh?”
Anna Prime walks out to the doorway. She crosses her arms.
“Anna, c’mon. This bitch thinks he can play you like this, right?” smiled Undying Prime.
Anna Prime stays silent.
“You fucking bitch,” said Undying Prime. “C’mon, baby-...”
“Don’t you have a master to return to? An existence to defend? Join me, and I can save you.”
“Hahahaahaha! Okay… Okay!“ mocked Undying Prime. “Look at the mongrel you became.”
“Look at what I didn’t stoop so low to becoming.”
“Saint King, huh? Is he the Saint King? I need confirmation because I need to get paid.”
Miguel Prime frowns and goes defensive position.
Undying smirks. “You really wanna do this? Bitch, I will destroy you.”
Miguel Prime stares at Undying, still in his defensive position, before smirking.
“Heh…” With immediate precision and absolute accuracy, he flicks out an icicle like a vambrace from underneath his arm, spins, and tosses it toward Miguel Prime.
After what sounds like wind coursing through the air, something splatters.
Undying sneers. “Gotcha.”
Miguel Prime tears up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
Undying laughs, and laughs, and keeps laughing, but then…
Blood leaks from Undying’s forehead.
Miguel Prime sighs. “But everyone knows what Beatle does to the irredeemable.”
Undying Prime falls in Miguel Prime’s arms. “Is h-...?”
“He is,” said Miguel Prime, gently answering.
“I’m sorry…” Tyrone pukes blood, and the life leaves his eyes,
Miguel Prime sighs. “I forgive you.”
Miguel Prime closed Undying's eyes. "Darth Maul."