The Reaper Silver watches the video of Dark Silver and Askal Silver killing Reaper Prime.
The Reaper Silver gives a soft sigh.
Prometheus Silver turns to him, while he stood beside him. “Dude. I know you’re my husband but sheesh… That variant of yours… Wow… My variant is his Dad? Whoa… Like… retroactively, that makes our ship weird…“
“We’re distinct from them… So distinct that you were mentored by Prometheus Prime. So was I. So was he,” said Reaper Silver, eyes looking down, almost mourning.
“Yeah… Honestly… Pro Prime, huh? Remember when he used to hit us with his bamboo stick? PROMISED to NEVER do that with our Miguel! Heh… Eventually, Prometheus Prime DID find his own Miguel… And… didn’t kill him. Followed our footsteps when we betrayed Morningstar Prime. Shocker, huh?““Shocker…” Reaper Silver’s eyes drooped down, almost hurt by the realization that his own allies had killed Reaper Prime. Then a chill went down his own spine. For some reason, he sinned himself. It’s almost as if he remembers it himself, as a part of him echoed from Reaper Prime and back into his mind. Alas, Reaper Silver shrugs it off. “Is it true that Pro orchestrated the death of every version of my parents?” asked Reaper Silver, eyes jolting toward Prometheus Silver.
“Prometheus Prime didn’t. But Miguel-Prime’s father was indeed the marksman who murdered your parents… And his… And likely mine.”
“The nobody from Aswangworld?” asked Reaper Silver.
“That nobody is one of the finest gentlemen I know! Brews a good beer! Also, he may be abusive to Miguel Prime and completely neglectful and is a lowclass deadbeat warrior and father, buuuuut… I think he has a chance!”
“How’d he get in bed with Kapitan Maharlica?”
“Miguel’s mother? No idea,” Prometheus Silver shrugged.
“Honestly…” sighed Reaper Prime. “What IS Miguel’s mother? If Miguel Silver’s father is fully from Aswang World and is actual royalty, how come Miguel Prime’s father variant sucks?”
“Royalty isn’t really royalty in the Aswang World. Aswangs typically fight for the throne. Strongest one becomes King. Hence why Miguel Prime prefers being called the Aswang Prince and Miguel Silver is just… the Aswang. How do I know this stuff? Because I’m a magical Space Wizard and I’m a god, sooo-...”
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“Avaar of Bathala or whatever. Yeah, yeah,” Reaper Silver rolled his eyes.
“Werpa. Anyway, what’s with all this exposition-y questions?”
“Oh. I just wanted to know what makes our kid different from their kid… It’s almost like our kid was manufactured from the start. His story. He trained in the Usog arts and he still is… Controls all 24 Eyes of Usog and still he holds back just like Miguel Prime. Is he just a copy? Is he just… Was he made?”
“Reaps…” Prometheus Silver kisses his forehead. “You’re overthinking again.”
“Dude… I swear to God. Miguel Prime… Will-Be-Done himself is hiding something. He manufactured our son for this specific reason. For a specific reason that denies him any form of freedom whatsoever.”
“What could that be?”
“What if Miguel Prime’s dying?”
“What!? No way!”
“No. That would make sense. If he dies, then all known variants will fade away…”
“What if he doesn’t die?”
“What? A fake out?” asked Reaper Silver.
“Well… No. What if whatever’s killing him can be cured?”
“Got it…” Reaper Silver finishes with one quick search in his Reaputer. “‘Quantum Cancer’. Odd…. Apparently, a type of Cosmic Disease when Cell Deterioration is caused by cosmic radiation. He’s dying… He’s physically being erased from reality itself.”
“What should we do? Should we tell the kid?”
“Miguel Silver? No. God no. He probably already knows. Just didn’t go public with it. I reckon he wants to keep hope up, which I can respect.”
“Aswangs are still alive, right? Isn’t that hope enough?”
“Apparently, over the years 97% of Aswangs died out in the Multiverse, and majority of living Aswangs are just Miguel Azrals. Pure Unique Aswangs are quite rare and unique. Dark variants are a thing. Which is cool, I guess.”
“So, you’re mad that our kid has no agency.”
“(Wrong…)” A familiar voice echoed in their minds.
“Will-Be-Done…” said Reaper Silver.
“(Miguel Silver chose this path. Willingly. I didn’t make him, but I did pick him. His existence was the closes variant to mine. He wasn’t groomed, but I recruited him because your son was the closest to mine. He started hero work much earlier than I did, and I appreciate the fact that he got so strong in just this age.)”
“Why the hell should we believe you!?” asked the Reaper Silver.
“Siding with Batman on this one,” smirked Prometheus Silver.
“(Because…)” This time, it was Miguel Silver. “(I will be the one to bleed my ego for this world I existed in…)”