“Adam and Eve was a metaphorical story… of evolution. Ever heard of human… e.vo.lution? Joseph… They called him Joseph. Joseph was the son of Israel, the strongest man. Then came Moses, his descendant, the Prince of Egypt turned first leader of the Israelites against the Pharoah Ramses II. Then, came David, the first true King of Israel. Then came the Nazarene, David’s descendant and Son of God. Then came Beatle Saint King. Beatle was an odd one in the line. Firstly, he was a firstborn, unlike his predecessors. Secondly, Beatle was not born from the land of Canaan, but came from an isolated archipelago. He was indeed descended from the line of the Nazarene with a Magdalene woman. His line was so distant, that an Israelite managed to get a boat to the South East Asian islands… His line, banjaxedly, was already Islamic. His line only became Christianized due to the tragedies by the Iberians. His family survived centuries of tragedies, from forced religious changes to the tragedy of other nations. Eventually, the Filipinos became among those children of the three Abrahamic sons. He stomped the head of the snake… as promised by the gods. But what did it cost.” MacJovial Prime crossed his legs, standing before Happy. “Dillon Aldritch. I posed as your uncle back then… As Raycrocito Tomas Jr. My blood is in the hands of my descended family… My brothers’ descended family… I took you in like my own…” MacJovial Prime faced Happy Hornet, who was already bound by chains. “Dog. Worm. I am glad that I can put up a fight ya bloody bloke? Ya really honestly think that the gods would be so kind to keep ya alive, don’t ya think? I have spent YEARS… trying to perfect EVOLUTION. BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO BE GOD IN A UNIVERSE THAT DESPERATELY NEEDS ONE!!! Is that so wrong?”
“Beatle… stood for kindness and autonomy. If he knew what had Sabbath done, he would have tried saving her, too.”
“Beatle is dead,” said MacJovial. “And so will you be, yeah?”
“I may not be related to any of these dogs, yeah? But bloody hell, ya think they’d give me an ounce of respect? Like, like… At least make me feel like what I actually am?”
“And what is that?” asked Happy.
MacJovial sneered. “A newer god. I alone am the head scientist of Happy Hornet’s Entertainment! I alone drew the dogs from their leashes and into the pound! I alone made you! I formed you, as Head and CEO of Happy Entertainment! I am the Head Scientist of MABUS HIMSELF!!! I AM MACJOVIAL!!! Bloody hell, mate, yeah? Ya all gammy daft trufflesniffers think y’all got the blokes by our necks but in truth… I… AM… MACJOVIAL!!! I forged every mascot of mine praying to Praed Shivus… Forged from the Souls of the firstborns of man. It makes me what I am… A god… Above all of you. I alone can toy life ME OWN WAY, YEA!?” MacJovial grabbed Happy and pulled him away, before showing before him the factory inside of his ship. MacJovial saw the armies of children pushed into conveyer belts and ground into dust, with their blood, precious, pure, and innocent as they can be, were etched into the souls of Mascots. “Alas… They are only slaves…”
“I…” said Happy, shuddering in horror. “I feared you… I feared what you would become… I feared what you were… When I was younger, I… read about the stories of how Egyptians and Romans twisted the whims of their gods into replacing their consciences with obedience… blind obedience… And I realized the people today have become so fraught because of the very God. His name twisted by those who once believed in Him, justifying greed, pride, and disobedience framing it as obeying my God… My poor, poor God, seeing his own people swept by people like you who justify all your sins with His Name… The colonials did it, and now your Kings do it… I watched the Philippines, a poor country, gain a ruler much like Saul once was… Saul lost his honor… So did President Dingdong Narciso. And what’s worse is that his own people don’t love him. They fear him. They fear speaking against him because of the power he holds. What he represents. Like King Herod, blind zealots followed him, like dogs on a leash. And here I stand now, one of those corporate greeds born from misguided ruling of my country standing before me… I am Tomas Happy Jr.… A mere forgotten lineage in an army of lineages… The Filipinos, in my universe, were one of the many nations born from Abraham… And Beatle stood as our beacon of hope. I know that now… And I respect it… The people like you must be destroyed…”
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MacJovial whirred.
From the distance, someone began to walk toward them, a distant figure of light with a body made of lightning.
“What the fuck?” asked MacJovial. “And who may that be, ah? Another Crusader?”
Happy began praying. “I believe in one God… the Father Almighty… I believe ine Jesus Christ, His Only Son Our Lord… and I believe in everything the Saint King brings home.”
“‘Saint King?’” mocked MacJovial. “A mere myth I’ve only heard of… You actually think that is the Saint King?”
A New Challenger Approaches…
MacJovial began to feel the sins crawling up his spine. “Wait… I’m… I… Wait… What is this? What trick is this?”
“Take the sandals off your feet, since the place where you stand…” Happy removes the sandals of his feet. “Is Holy Ground.”
“Fuck…” said MacJovial, backing away. “SOLDIERS!!! OF DARKNESS!!! ATTACK!!!”
The Hellish Demons began to blast at the white figure, only for suddenly, in a blitz of light, the figure had knocked the teeth in all of the heroes, punching them, kicking them down, and spinning around at great speeds.
“Let…” said Beatle Prime, knocking them down. “My people…” Beatle Prime hueadbutted another demon. “GO!!!”
And there came the predecessors before him, the King of Dreams, the Prince of Egypt, the King of Israel, and the Nazarene, all appearing behind him as he laid his fist up.
“Well, well, well! Seems that the world had gone bleaker without me, I believe!” Beatle Prime hammered his palm with his fist. “SO BE IT!!! Because as darkness shrouds the path to light, I shall uh… I shall… be the light… I dunno… Like a torch, or whatever… Damn. Hey,” he waved to Happy. “I am Beatle Saint King. The Original!”
MacJovial roars. “FIRE!!!”
Beatle dodges and punches them each down, pouring heat vision out of his eyes. “I AM BEATLE SAINT KING!!!”
MacJovial jumps around and blasts at Beatle. Beatle blasts at him with Heat Vision, but MacJovial strangles him, but Beatle Prime remained unmoved.
MacJovial strangled Beatle Prime, but Beatle Prime grabbed MacJovial by the face. “Imma plant me a dumbass tree!” He slams his face to the ground. “AGRICULTURALLY TILL THE SOIL, BITCH!!!” He drags MacJovial around the soil.
MacJovial growls, garbles, and slithers.
Beatle Prime merely stood above them all, farming flames of aura. “KICK HIS ASS, KIDS!!!”
And upon his word, children rose from their grave and beat on MacJovial, savagely, knocking him to the ground and beating him.
MacJovial Prime screeches. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
Beatle Prime smirked, as Beatle Starcross flew abovehead and cured the children beneath them. “As Ainsley the Chef said, ‘Yeah Boi’...”
Beatle Starcross gave life to the children on conveyer belts, and each left through portals, escaping back to their mothers and fathers. “Ha ha ha!!!”