"Reaps," Prometheus called upon the Reaper who was watching TV quietly as he is smoldering with frustration.

"What?"

"He found his father."

"I figured."

"Reaps. He needs you."

"No, he does not."

"Okay. What if he's just like my Dad? Hm? What if it drives him as it drove me!?"

"Pro... The man killed my parents."

"Then avenge them by being a good father."

"Tch..."

"Kid... I ain't askin' much... I just want him safe."

"He's safe with you."

"Not physically..." Prometheus points to the temple of his head. "Here... So he won't go... mad..."

"Pro..."

"Please..."

"No... I just can't believe I'm deciding to do it."

"You should! That's because I raised you right." Prometheus smiled at him with respect and pride.

Reaper gives a hug to Prometheus, who pats his shoulder. "I owe you my life, you old piece of shit... Remeber that."

"And I owe you my sanity."

The King taught Miguel while his friends watched over. "It was around the year 1863 in my world when education began for all children. I grew up studying under Spanish friars who spoke Spanish and not in our own language for the Spaniards did not care for our people.

But... it was around the time when Rizal's death jumpstarting the rebellion really set things for the future course. The Filipinos waged war until we defeated the Spanish... But Aguinaldo, the man who had famed general Bonifacio allegedly killed, gave the Americans permission to give us benevolent assimilation. They believed they are the Messianic nation and thus have the right to save countries from tyranny."

"Which they did?" asked Miguel, who is there while all of his friends watched over him.

"Of course, not! America only wanted one thing. A colony. Teddy Roosevelt was, of course, an imperialist pig. Of course, Luna, one of my dear friends and leader, would deny this and he was charged for treason. He and I argued that the Americans wanted to enslave us, not trade with us. And they did. They had the excuse of six guards killed to jumpstart the war. Luna. Goyo. My leaders dead because of the filthy American PIGS. I was there. Holocaust camps they set up for torture and experimentation of villages. I was captured and experimented on.

It was then that Prometheus came and instead of joining us to stabilize the world economy, he went to New York. Set it as the world capital. He denied OUR PEOPLE that power! THE POWER WE DESERVE!!! THAT FREEDOM!!! We received freedom on July 4, 1946. But the destruction was done. America continued to rule over us via neo-colonization. They continued to buy our resources for a low price and resell it in better forms of better products. Fuck... Look at our people. If I was the leader... IF I WAS THE THE RULER OF HUMANITY, MY PEOPLE WOULD HAVE STRENGTH!!! POWER!!! DIGNITY!!! RESPECT!!!"

"Did this really happen?" asked Anna.

"We didn't learn about this in school. A lot of our teachers are pro-American..." said Jedan.

"Oh dear..." said Lord.

"So, my plan is to bring peace... prosperity... and love to the world for those oppressed. Starting with the head of the snake..." sneered the King.

Miguel's eyes sparkled, having faith in everything the King is saying.

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The next day...

Miguel walked around in the great forest north from the village of the King. From there, Miguel saw wondrous things. Ibong Adarnas, Sarimanoks, Duwendes, Nunos, Engkantos, Tikbalangs, Kapres, and many more while they guard nature itself. Miguel listened quietly to the sacred and soothing calls of the Adarna Bird and the benevolent clucks of the Sarimanoks. Miguel closed his eyes, listening to serenity and the chirps of geckos, monitor lizards, field rats, birds, owls, and all the intricate little things.

Miguel turns to the Reaper, who was also listening to his environment, but for a very different reason. "Hey, REEEEAAAAPS!!!"

"JESUS CHRIST!!!" the Reaper yelled out. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"

"Nothin'! Just excited to meet my Dad is all!" smiled Miguel.

"Mhm..." said the Reaper. "But you do realize this guy's a murderer, right?"

"He was forced! He did it to protect me. That's what Pro said!"

"Maybe, Pro just didn't want to tell you the truth to avoid hurting you."

"Nonsense! When did Pro, EVER, lie?"

The Reaper gives a "Really?" look at Miguel.

"Okay, fine. But he doesn't know that. That means, there's a chance I can finally have a father."

"I get that. Believe me. But remember to never replace what you already-..."

Miguel sees the cabin. "*GASP!!!* DADDYYYYYY!!!!"

"Ooh, boy," said the Reaper.

Miguel teleports to the front of the door and knocks several times. "DADDY!!! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY-!!!"

The Reaper grabs his fist and mouth. "Sorry for the commotion. We would like to speak with you. Sir?"

The door slowly opens, revealing an old obese man with muscular arms smoking a very dirty cigarette. He wore visors and had messy long black hair, He had a black spiky beard. He smelled like tobacco and smelled rather earthy. As the door opened, ash and smoke left the room and into their faces, causing Miguel to do a cute sneeze.

"Aw..." smiled the Reaper.

"Ew... What the fuck are you doin' in front of my house?" asked the old man.

"Uh... Mr... Azral?" asked the Reaper.

"I am Artorius Bathari. Great General of the Aswang *BURP*!!!"

"Uh... Mr. Bathari. This is Miguel Ibarra. He's your son."

"Oh! Uh. Great for you! Anyway... Since you're my son, could you remove that stump in front of my yard? Real annoying piece of work out there."

"Um... Sure!" smiled Miguel. Miguel transforms into an Aswang, pulls it out and throws it into the sky.

"Great. Thanks." Artorius began closing the door.

"W-Wait!" yelled Miguel.

"What?" asked Artorius,

"Didn't you hear? He's your son," said the Reaper.

"Yeah. I heard. Since you're my son, I'd like to have you do some chores around-..."

The Reaper growls and injects a syringe into Artorius' neck and takes blood. He takes some from Miguel, who yells, "OW!!!" The Reaper presses a button on the syringe.

"100% Match," stated the syringe.

"Whoa... How much is that?"

The Reaper grabs him by the cloak. "HE'S YOUR SON, YOU BLUMBERING IDIOT!!!"

"Yeah! I heard! Now, the chores-..."

The Reaper, annoyed, asks, "Why did you abandon him as a baby? To protect him, right?"

"Well! Haha! That was uh... a joke! Yeah! And finding me was the punchline! Now... Uh... I want him to hunt for some boar meat-..."

Miguel begins bowing his head while his eyes quivered.

"Is this a joke!?" asked the Reaper.

"I dunno... Maybe he abandoned me, y'know? Or uh... Some heartbreaking origin story happened that made me lose him! Haha!"

"WHY DID YOU KILL MY PARENTS!?!?" roared Miguel.

"I killed a lot of people, kid..." said Artorius. "And if you were one of the victims, I'm sorry. Because if they're dead, it was probably for money, y'know? It's called wisdom!"

The Reaper strangles him while Miguel begins to cry. "Say that this is a joke! SAY IT!!! I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!"

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!??!?" asked Artorius.

Miguel transforms into an Aswang and pounces at Artorius only for Artorius to turn into an Aswang and activate some sort of power similar to Kulam. He activates something similar to black flames or shadows to break Miguel's arm. He proceeds to punch Miguel, who drops to the ground and shakes in pain.

"MIGUEL!!!" growled the Reaper, who proceeds to prepare Hell Fire.

*CRACK!!!*

The Reaper looks down and sees his legs had been snapped backwards by the dark flames, causing him to trip over.

"Get the fuck out of my property," he said, slamming the door shut.

That night...

Miguel depressedly opens the door to his bedroom and walks into his room looking incredibly heartbroken and hurt.

Miguel sighs and sits on his desk, beginning to draw some drawings of the creatures for his book. He begins tearing up and angrily grabs the page and rips it out. He screams and slams the notebook on the table over and over, proceeding to hammer his head over and over.

The Reaper and Prometheus immediately come rushing into his bedroom and give him a big hug.

"I'm sorry, kid..." said Prometheus, as Miguel sobbed. "I know.. I know..."

"I'm sorry, too," said the Reaper.

Miguel buried his face on the Reaper's belly, sobbing and clawing the Reaper's back.

Jedan, Lord, Anna, Happy, Gerard, Fred, and Athena all hug Miguel as well, who sob silently.

Meanwhile...

Artorius walks toward the King, proceeding to give him a deep bow.

"Is it done?" asked the King.

"Yeah. Can I please have my money now?" asked Artorius.

The King smiles and gives him a bag of money. "Good job breaking your son's heart in exchange for money. He... needed that."

"Uh-huh. I don't care. Was he really my kid?"

"Yes."

"HA!!!" Artorius laughed and grabs the sack, walking away.

"I'll be a good father to him," smiled the King. "All according to plan."

"I don't care..." The gates slam as Artorius happily walked back to his cabin.

"Now..." said the King, who is revealed to be staring at a map of Superhero World's New York City. "Where to start...?"