"No. You're gross," said a girl right in front of a younger Miguel.

"But... why?" asked Miguel.

"I need to study to get a better future."

"I have a boyfriend."

"I don't like boys."

"I think you're a bit of a weirdo."

"I think you're not that handsome."

"You're kinda creepy."

"Lots of baggage."

"Weird."

"Ugly."

"Fat."

"Gross."

"Smelly."

"Strange."

"Bizarre."

Miguel slams his head on the table of his armchair.

"You okay?" asked a simple and pretty girl.

"Uhm... No. Why?" asked Miguel.

"My name is-... Huh? Why are you crying? Miguel? Miguel? Miguel!?"

"Miguel?" asked Prometheus. "*sigh...* REAPS!!!"

The Reaper opens his eyes.

"Look. Miguel... Sorry... The Miguel of THIS Universe... OUR Miguel... has a mission in the United States. He has to find and kill the Vampire King."

"America? Which one?"

"Superhero World."

"Hm. Not exactly welcomed there after your last controversy."

"More like you don't wanna welcome yourself. Take everyone with you."

"City and State?"

"Los Angeles. California."

The Reaper's eyes quiver. "I'm not exactly welcomed there."

"Reaps. That version of Antonia was never your wife. I don't know why you keep telling people she is. Like, what the shit is wrong with you!?"

"She was my best friend."

"Yeah. That's it. Your best friend. Just because you were together for years, doesn't mean she loved you. Or even was your wife!"

"I loved her as one."

"Okay, my simp child. Do remember that Antonia is probably married now! With a zombie or a Mummy!"

"Not... funny."

"Welp, she's undead! Who cares!?"

"Y'know what? I had a very, VERY busy week, Pro. I'm outta here."

"You're still going to L.A."

"Yeah. Fuck you for that."

Prometheus snickers. "See ya, blud!!!"

Later... while the CoolDudeBus flew over the states of America...

The Reaper sighs as he types into his laptop.

Jedan and Lord snicker.

This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

"Check this out," said Jedan. "*POP!!!* *POP!!!* *P-*"

"I will kill you," said the Reaper.

Jedan and Lord snicker even harder.

The Reaper facepalms. "Idiots..."

"*POP!!!*"

The Reaper slams the table. "DAMN IT, JED!!!"

Miguel smiles while eating some buro and rice.

"Gross! Whatcha eating???" asked Anna, pinching her nose.

"Pro's buro. He says to eat some of the stuff on rice and then eat."

"You mean... that fermented fish and rice stuff!?"

"Try it, dude!" smiled Miguel.

She takes a bite. "Oh. It's just bagoong."

"With RICE!!!" smiled Miguel.

The Reaper grabs his ears and groans. "Ughhhhh..."

"Just saying, mates," said Happy. "We're nearing the Angels."

"What are ya yappin' bout?" asked Fred.

"Los Angeles," said the Reaper. "We're here."

The CoolDudeBus lands in Superhero World's Los Angeles, which is practically a dystopia. With neon-lit skyscrapers adorning the city in the shape of strange gothic towers adorning the city. They pass by monuments such as the Griffith Observatory and a sign where the Hollywood Sign once was, "Draculand."

"Um... Mr. Reaper?" asked Anna. "Where are we?"

"Oh dear goodness..." said Gerard. "We aren't where I think we are, are we?"

"Shit... This place..." said Happy.

"We're supposed to be in Los Angeles," said Lord. "Why are we in Gotham City meets the post-apocalyptic city of Terminatoria?"

"We're in Los Angeles..." said the Reaper.

"It looks... depressed..." said Anna.

"Welcome to Draculand, I guess!" smiled Athena.

"Where are the Athenas?" asked Anna.

"My life is considered far too pathetic to be here!" smiled Athena.

"Whoa, don't talk like that, Athena! You mean something to us!" smiled Lord.

"Heh," smiled Athena.

Jedan yells out, "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT THE F-!?!?" He is currently staring at a Vampire eating a guy alive.

"He's a criminal. Don't worry," said the Reaper. "I mean, hopefully, he is."

"Reaps, WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!?!" asked Miguel.

"Welcome to the 'secret' capital of Maharlica-152. Draculand."

"Wait... This does NOT look like what Los Angeles was in the ad," said Anna.

"It's the Vampire capital. Couple of satellite dishes in space and barriers creating a laser wire connected to barriers covering the whole state. And I mean THE WHOLE state. Creates a shade barrier to protect the Vampiric heathens from the sun."

"YOU WORK FOR VAMPIRES!?!?"

"We... just found out when we fought the King. We... didn't know. Or, more accurately, didn't remember. Dracula's Usog is fairly... heavy, as I should say. Our memories were recently brought back with the help of your fuckface King."

"He's not my King," said Miguel. "And what did you mean by 'my' King?"

"Sorry. Been... working on that side of myself as well. Sorry, kid."

"Thank you," said Miguel.

"Anyway... Get you, your imposter crown, and your knights together... We're gonna go to Wilshire Tower," the Reaper walks forward.

"C'mon, guys," said Miguel.

"Anyone else getting the heebie jeebies?" asked Jedan.

"Kinda wanna stay in the van," said Lord.

"Stop being a wuss," said Anna.

"Oh..." The Reaper hands them holsters full of stakes. "You're gonna need those... They're blessed. Oh... and these..." The Reaper gives them crucifixes. "And these..." He gives them rosaries. "And... wear your hoods... Or... scarfs..."

Everyone does so.

"I'm... naked," said Fred.

Happy hands him a scarf. "You could use mine!"

"Why do ya even need a scarf?" asked Fred.

"I get chilly," said Happy.

"Youse a ghost. 'Course you are," said Fred, as they all walk away.

"Why? Is that weird?"

"Nothing about us is normal," said Gerard. "It's cool. No such thing as weird, right?"

The Reaper sighs. "Yeah. No such thing as weird."

Miguel looks at the Reaper, a bit worried.

Meanwhile, in the bushes in the distance, a pair of eyes stare back at them.

Later, they enter a hotel after parking their bus...

"Welcome," smiled the concierge. "Ah... If it isn't the Reaper of this Multiverse! Reaper of the Superhero World!"

"Give us the biggest bedroom you have."

"My, my, Reaper. It is quite arrogant of you to not address me properly!"

The Reaper doesn't respond, thus, Miguel followed. Everyone else followed as well, staying quiet.

"Ah... yes... Memory. Wiped. You've only partially remembered, is that correct?"

"We would like the biggest room possible, Count."

"Clever man. I am Count Mengele."

The Reaper's eyes squint.

"You mean... The Nazi...?" asked Lord, as Miguel holds up his fist, making Lord become quiet.

"No. I am his son. Forgive me. Josef was my father. I see that this makes you uncomfortable. I am what they call a Hybrid. I am a Daywalker, as they call it."

"That makes me afraid. Give me a reason why I shouldn't murder you."

"I was the one who killed my father," he smiled.

The Reaper sighs. "Fine. We'd prefer our rooms now, Count."

"Very well, Reaper."

The group follows the concierge.

The door opens and everyone enters the room.

"Huh..." said Miguel.

The room is actually quite nice, with a comfy set of beds and nice dim lamps everywhere. Aside from the dead body on the ground, it's actually quite nice.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S A DEAD HOOKER!!!" roared Anna, as everyone screams in horror.

Suddenly, the dead woman stands up, it's an alter of Anastasia: Antonia.

The Reaper sighs. "Anne."

"Hello, Miguel," said Antonia.

"It's the Reaper now."

"Persephone."

"What?"

"That's my name now."

"PBBBT!!! Lame."

"Why are you called the Reaper?"

"I reap what my master sows."

"Well, I was reborn."

"Hm."

"Hm."

"Why are you here?"

"I asked for Prometheus to bring you here to me."

"What? Why?"

"I dunno! Why would I call the man who got me killed?"

"I'm... sorry I hurt you."

"And I'm sorry that you got me killed. But here we are!"

"It wasn't... EASY..."

"Well, looks like it was for you, because clehehehearly you have kids now."

"They're adopted."

"Oh..." smiled Antonia.

"Look. Anne. I'm sorry for getting you murdered to an Aswang..."

"I don't forgive you."

"THEN WHY ARE WE HERE!?!?"

"Because I hate this place and I want you to assassinate Lord Vlad."

"Hm..." the Reaper squints his eyes.