MABUS sighs, as the gates open.
Miguel Silver prepares his flames, and Miguel Prime halts him. Miguel Prime looks at him with so much love, and so much hindrance.
Miguel Silver nods and sighs in relief.
Miguel Prime turns to MABUS. Torches all around his palace, with many demonic men shrouded in darkness around the palace.
“Kamusta, kaibigan?” smiled Miguel Prime, crossing his arms.
“‘Shalom…’ That is the correct greeting. Not ‘Kamusta, Kaibigam?’ It is a corruption of the Spanish ‘Como esta‘, which is a corruption of the Latin ‘comodo estas’, which means, ‘In what manner is your state to be?’ Roughly meaning ‘How are you?’”
“It means ‘how are you?’” smiled Miguel. “Fine… Hoy! Mabuhay! Pwera Usog…”
“Living… How is that enough? Filipinos aren’t even the chosen people of God. No one's special.”
"If no one's special, then maybe everyone can be whatever the hell they want to be. You see, being chosen doesn’t mean you stomp on others. Being chosen means to set an example. Y'know, I lowkey imagine the God of this universe named me after himself. What a narcissist, amirite?” Miguel notices that MABUS taps his fingers and bobs his head forward and back.
“Fuck you.”
Miguel Prime looks at MABUS lovingly. “Miguel of Earth-9.”
“Silence.”
“Miguel of Earth-9…”
“SILENCE!!! I STAND AS AN ENEMY!!! AN ADVERSARY!!! I AM THE VILLAIN THAT THE WORLD MADE ME SO!!!”
“You are not. You… are the most beautiful, most interesting, and most exemplifying of all of us. You are the best of us. That makes you His Son. Just as Nazarene was. Just as his ancestors were.”
“Do you want to die?” mocked MABUS.
“The Lord is My Shepherd. I shall not want.”
“You mock me.”
“You’re humiliating yourself. Please, MABUS. Pride, Greed, and Disobedience leads to one thing. The opposite of Faith that empowers all Kulam. Fear.”
MABUS sighs. “So…” He floats before Miguel Prime. “Our fated battle is nearing. Very well…”
MABUS lands before him and strikes a pose to fight. “Begin, Mutt.”
“Pwera Usog, MABUS,” Miguel Prime smiled, as he struck a defensive back stance. “The Kingdom was torn because of you.”
“Tell me it isn’t so…”
“It is…”
MABUS warps out red bubbles. “BEWITCHER!!!” MABUS charged his bubbles at Miguel Prime.
Miguel Prime blocks the bubbles from Miguel Silver. “Quit giving me reasons to try and destroy you.”
MABUS cackles. “YOU ADMIT IT!!! A MONSTER CLAWING INTO YOUR HEART WISHES YOUR BODY TO BURN ME!!! ALL HAIL… THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME… THE FUCKING GOAAAAT!!!”
“MABUS… Stop…” said Miguel Prime, shielding Miguel Silver.
“My Lord…” said Miguel Silver. “What do I do!?”
“Stand there and believe! And… help me…!”
Miguel Silver’s eyes widen. “Oh. Right!” Miguel Silver pushes MABUS’s red bubbles of death back as well.
“Shalom Shalom…” mocked MABUS. ”I am Saul. Canaan has become Saul, hasn’t it? A misunderstood King…” MABUS stims. "'Aswang...' Realize that we are just an allegory for autism. THAT'S IT!!!"
“No. A King who stopped being an example, and thus the Voice turned his back on Him. But it’s never too late!” Miguel Prime lovingly smiled.
“DIE!!!” MABUS roared and strangled him. “Who is your teacher in your world, hm?”
“Superman 2025,” said Miguel Silver.
“Undertale 2015,” said Miguel Prime.
MABUS roars and prepares a black bubble.
Miguel Prime backs away, fingers shivering.
“What?” asked Miguel Silver.
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“Miguel… I died…”
“What!? Like NOW!?!?”
“No… I just died. Like… six months back your time.”
“WHAT!?!?”
“I both exist and do not exist. I represent everything that is an anomaly.”
“Wait, so-... You can beat MABUS…”
“No… Don’t get ahead of yourself… His black bubble… He draws power from Beyond the Multiverse… Dangerous.”
“So?”
“He can hurt me.“
“How…? How can that-!?”
Miguel Prime pushes Miguel Silver away, only to have a hole punched into his chest. Miguel Prime slowly regenerates, activates Diwata State, and somersaults to kick him down. “AERIAL HELL CARTWHEEL KICK!!!” He blows the bubble into several more bubbles, each slowly approaching them both this time.
Miguel Prime pops the bubble, as reality itself warbled.
Miguel Silver backs away, blasting all of his known elements, heat, light, electromagnetism, electricity, sound, mechanical, nuclear, gravitational, elastic, and dark energy, all sprayed into the black orb, but none could touch the orb None of these energies that allow to wield every known of the 24 elements could even fathom what the black bubble is. Fog, Sand, Breathing, Heat, Water, Stone, Wind, Fire, Ice, Crystal, Smoke, Lightning, Blood, Metal, Storm, Plasma,.Bone, Suffocation, Infrared, and Light, all spinning around in an array of reality-bending light and colors emerging from Miguel Silver’s hand, and none of which barely even hurt the stubborn black bubbe. The black bubble was from beyond the Multiverse, bleeding into ours. Each inch and moment it passed by was that it would target Miguel Silver no matter what.
Miguel Prime immediately struck it, and a gust of air injures Miguel Silver, knocking him into a pillar. Miguel Silver tries to stand, but falls to his knees, still feeling the head trauma, feeling the pain he just felt.
“What… I am… I am not healing…” said Miguel Silver.
“Stay away from the black ones!” yelled Miguel Prime. “They come from outside this land!”
“That sentence could be taken outta context-...” Miguel Silver is shot by another black one, and he was deafened by the gust of wind, now with his head bleeding out.
MABUS chokes Miguel Silver and slams him into Miguel Prime, knocking him out of the palace. “YOU WILL NOT REPLACE ME!!! I AM STILL HIS!!! HE STILL DOES NOT TURN MY BACK ON ME!!! I SAY, I AM STILL.. HIS!!!”
MABUS strangles Miguel Prime and slams him into the walls of his palace. “I am a dark prince!!! Of, of, of DARKNESS!!! I am the perfection of Humanity… I am A NORMIE!!!” He stimmed.
“You’re… just as weird as I am. And that’s okay!” Miguel Prime choked.
MABUS sighs and snaps Miguel Prime’s neck, throwing him into the ground. “Stop that! Stop rebelling against my authority!!!”
“Authority means nothing without respect.”
“The world RESPECTS ME!!!”
“They fear you. That is why they rebel.”
MABUS roars and grabs Miguel Prime’s face and prepares to crush it. “No… You wish to take that throne from me… Why!?”
“I don’t wish to steal your throne… I wish to rest.”
“Then WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!?”
“To save YOU!!!” Miguel Prime knocks MABUS’s teeth in. “Usog will find away. Finds a way to save all of us.”
Miguel Prime would be kicked to the ground, twice, firstly knocked down, then secondly beaten.
Miguel Prmie slowly tries to crawl away.
MABUS kicks him down. “Sometimes, you gotta do things yourself! Like murdering you! That would be beautiful! You Aswangs! Be glad I’m not an Edomite! Like Abraham Van Hellsing! He was a powerful Edomite! Hunting your kind among others so-called Demons…”
“Edomites? Ha!” choked Miguel Prime. “Like that’s ever gonna happen!”
MABUS smirks. “By the way… Have you met my Edomite friend?”
MABUS dodges as a deadly man, all armored in red, knocks Miguel Prime to the walls.
The Edomite cracked his mehacical suit, whipping his arm like a latigo to remove strain.
Miguel Prime coughs. “Hey!” yelled Miguel Prime, preparing a defensive stance.
The Edomite takes out a blaster and shot at Miguel Prime over and over. The Edomite roars, grabbing Miguel Prime as he turned into his Wrathful Faith form, only to have his legs sweeped and be kicked to the ground. The Edomite activates his vambrace and prepares to cut Miguel Prime’s throat.
“Aswang… Your head would be good on my wall…” said the Edomite.
“So… You’re an Edomite! Hi! Miguel Azral! Name?” asked Miguel Prime.
“I don’t care…”
“Hi, I don’t care! I’m Migue-!!!”
He vibrates the knife and causes his jugular vein to pop, causing him to bleed out his neck.
“NOT SO AWEH-SOMEH!!!” Miguel somersaults and hammered his foot into his chin and regenerates.
“HOCUS POCUS…” Miguel Silver dropkicks MABUS. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!” He uses his tongue to whip the helmet of the Edomite, who activates his rocked boots and tackles Miguel Silver to the ground, spinning as he skewers Miguel Silver in the chest and cruciffies him to the walls.
“Almost humorous…” said the Edomite. “Something tells me that Alpha of yours seems to be much, much less alive than you are… Maybe I’ll keep him as a pet. Hunt others like you.”
“Killing to make a quick buck. Do you really think I can respect that, 99 Red Balloon?”
“99 what?”
“Go 100 and you’d just… POP!!!” Miguel Silver blasts flames at the Edomite, only for the Edomite to snap his elbow in half.
Miguel Silver screeches like an animal as Miguel Prime teleports behind and hammering the Edomite to the ground.
“Filthy Aswangs… The Great Grandmaster Esau is humored. I hear him speak to me…”
“Okay… zealot…” coughed Miguel Silver.
Miguel Prime blasts several thousand punches at the Edomite whose armor barely even fazed by his punches.
Miguel Prime growls.
Miguel Silver turns into an Aswang.
Miguel Prime yells out, “Silver DON’T-!!!”
The Edomite immediately clamps his throat with a brace, perfectly fitting the neck of the Aswang. “Die, Ticker.”
Miguel Prime teleports into Miguel Silver’s place and gets himself decapitated, only to reform.
Miguel Silver gasped, now back in his Human form. He grabbed his throat, coughing.
The Edomite chained him on a leash and began reeling him closer, activating his vambrace.
The Edomite began throat singing. He stops, and yells out, “FOR QOS!!!”
Miguel Prime regenerates and spin dashes, tackling the Edomite. But, the Edomite dips his blade in some sort of liquid he sprayed all over the soil, which began bubbling around his blade. He quickly cuts Miguel Prime, and now, no longer Miguel Prime, regenerates.
Miguel Silver growls and screeches like a cat while the Edomite hauls him closer.
But suddenly…
Itak tackles the Edomite and cuts his armor with his bone.
Itak roars and knocks him down.
The Edomite is impressed. “Impressive… An Infected Individual.”
Itak roars and charges, stabbing him, and managing to cut through his armor.
The Edomite backs away, befor Itakl just tears out his guts, as the Edomite fell to his knees, dead.
“This place will be running with 3 more. They’re like roaches. Kill one, and they multiply,” mocked MABUS, who floats down. “Killed a juvenile. Only 200 years old…”
Itak helps Miguel Prime and Miguel Silver up, cutting the equipment tearing their bodies.
Miguel Prime gasps in relief. “Who the hell are you?”
Itak smirks. “I honestly have no idea either, kid.”