Miguel and Jedan are walking in the park. Birds sing and flowers bloom. The scent of pine entered their noses. In the park, there is a coop where pigeons stay.

"Close your bag..." sighed Jedan, closing the backpack Miguel carries.

"Jedan, please. I'm a grown man," Miguel shrugged him off. "I beat Aurora!"

"No. All of us did," said Jedan. "We used stolen info Myrmex got from hacking Aurora's mothership."

"Yeah! But without me, we all woulda lost!"

"Yeah. But you barely won. No! You DIDN'T win! She was dominating your ass in the fight COMPLETELY." Jedan sighs and sits on a bench with Miguel.

"Hmph... Least I beat her. Heheheheheheh..."

"No, you didn't."

"Uh... Yes, I did."

"Miguel the end of the fight was her standing and you on the ground. You couldn't even touch her."

Miguel takes a sandwich out of his bag. "Yeah. But I beat her with TRICKS."

"Look. You ARE important to the team. Just stop acting like you're the MOST important."

"I'm not! I'm just-!" Miguel squeezes his sandwich and the tomato falls out of it. "Y'know! Happy!"

"AND CLOSE YOUR BAG!!!" Jedan closes his bag for him.

Miguel finishes the sandwich and opens it again to get another without closing it.

"Goddamn it, Miguel."

"What?"

A pigeon then flies into his bag.

"OH MY GOD!!!" yelled Miguel, before he transforms into an Aswang in daylight, burning his skin. "AAAAAAAH!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOOOOD!!!"

Jedan tries to take it out only to be pecked on the face. "GET IT OFF!!! AAAAAH!!!"

"STOP MOVING!!!" yelled Miguel, on fire. "I WATCHED JURASSIC PARK!!! THEY DON'T DO ANYTHING LEST YOU MOVE!!!"

"NOT A T-REX!!!"

"BIRDS ARE DINOSAURS!!!"

"STILL... NOT A T-REX!!!"

Miguel transforms back and throws a strike at the bird only for it to fly away leading to him punching Jedan in the face.

*thud...*

"Maybe I should tell Mr. P and Mr. R that I'm straight..." said Miguel.

The bird then lands on Jedan's face and poos.

"AAAAAAAAAA-!!!"

Later...

Prometheus angrily crosses his arms.

The Reaper smiles. "THAT'S GREAT!!!"

"No, it isn't," said Prometheus.

Across the table from them is Miguel, who asks, "WHY NOT!?!? I BEAT THE ULTIMATE HIGH-PRODUCTION VIDEO-MAKING OIL-STRIKING BUSINESSWOMAN SOCIAL INFLUENCER in the MULTIVERSE!!!"

"You're not straight. I said so," said Prometheus. "Listen. I'm bi. He's bi. You? You're bi."

"No, I'm not," said Miguel.

"EVERY MIGUEL I'VE SEEN IS BI!!!"

"No," said the Reaper. "That's not true."

"It's tradition at this point."

"Nope," said Miguel and the Reaper.

"Listen. Your straightness is just a phase," said Prometheus. "Don't worry 'bout it... Check this out..."

Prometheus shows Miguel a picture of hundreds of men and women in terrifying soldier suits standing in unison. He then shows a hologram video of the soldiers marching and yelling, "HEIL FROHLIC!!! HEIL FROHLIC!!! HEIL-!!!"

"What... the fuck...?" asked Miguel. "Prometheus, your soldiers are acting like gay stormtroopers."

"It was one of my most glorious days! Sadly, Reaps here JUST HAD to stop me from becoming, 'A Totalitarian Liberal Dictator!'" he did air quotes saying that.

"Prometheus. You were about to force people to become gay with your army of LGBTQ+ Soldiers. You were practically making Liberalism an extremist left wing political view that was dangerous for the utopia you wanted," said the Reaper.

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"Yeah. But IT HELPED!!! It's 1988 in our world and people are happy and gay and living perfectly in our utopia!"

"Because I mediated you," said the Reaper. "And I'm TIRED of mediating IDIOTS like you!" The Reaper stands up and walks it off. angrily.

"What's his problem?" asked Miguel.

"I dunno. He's more straight than bi," he puts his hand over his mouth and whispers to Miguel. "(You gotta keep an eye on 'im!) Heheheheheh!!! 'Cuz his parents died."

"By the way, where are my-? *GASP!!!*"

Miguel's eyes suddenly turn a glowing blue.

He sees an angelic figure above him radiantly glowing above him and a shadowy figure in the form of a shadow watching from below.

Miguel shakes his head and sees that he's just at the table, and the Reaper and Prometheus had already left. "Hm... I wonder who were those people...?"

Prometheus types into his laptop studying a type of Mutant rat. "What is it?"

"I saw angel lady and shadow monster in a dream. Explain, Wizard Man."

"Ah. Yeah. Those are your parents. Straight. Absolutely ugh! No offense, Dad... May he rest... IN HIS COUCH!!! Cuz he's at home probly eating chips right now. AND writing his book! GOOD FOR HIM!!! Now, lemme be, boy..."

"Explain... What HAPPENED to my parents!?" Miguel forwards himself, acting stern.

"Your balls dropped," said Prometheus.

"Excuse YOU!?!?"

"I'm saying that you've become brave and acted like a man for once. Balls. Down on the floor."

"Thank you?"

Prometheus sighs. "To answer your question, you must teleport here. Come on. Do i-..."

Miguel teleports in front of Prometheus.

"There... What did you do right there?"

"I teleported from there to you. Now, lay it on me. Stat."

"I am. But first, you must think for a second... Aswangs in myth don't teleport. Do they?"

Miguel's eyes widen with disbelief. "It's a Diwata ability."

"Yeah... About that... Diwata is only a tribe of those people. These people are called... The Pantheon."

Pantheon.

The Pantheon is a race of god-like beings that consists of various tribes. They are split into four groups: Supreme Being, Angels, Demons, and False gods. The Pantheon is one of the origins of the Most High.

Around 14 billion years ago, the Pantheon created the Super-Multiverse of the Sacred Multiverse, particularly in a world untouchable by us known as the Sacred World. This world is a world that is completely normal, adjacent to the alternate dimension known as the World of Eden where the Biblical stories occurred (minus the New Testament). These worlds include Maharlica-152 and the former Devilish Worlds among others that Prometheus had since retaken. The Sacred Multiverse one day, around many years ago, had a war over the World of Eden. Three factions fought over the World of Eden, the Angels, the Demons, and the False gods. The Angels wanted to maintain order and create a garden known as the Kindergarten to create Humans. The Demons wanted to corrupt them. The False gods? They ruled over one nation each, dividing the tribes from believing in their true ruler, Adonai El, an angel and his nine children, the Archangels: Sama El, Micha El, Gabri El, Rapha El, Uri El, Azra El, Ragu El, Sari El, and Remi El.

Soon, two factions broke out. With the help of Azra El, Sama El rebelled against God uniting the Demons and the False gods, naming himself Lucifer of the Morningstar, or Satan. He rebelled, brutally killing his own father, only for his father to combine with the being known as the Most High.

The Most High would then come to the battlefield and shatter Sama El's formed empire with the Demons and the False gods and promised a savior.

Soon, the False gods' control over the Multiverse dwindled to their last whimper. The names of Zeus and Odin are just mere legends and myth to the modern populace.

Adonai El had truly become one with the Supreme Being, the Most High, and became the being, and was the being. Adonai El represented Him and became Him, and was Him. And thus, as the Supreme Being, He uttered a Word, and that Word was made Flesh, and shall dwell among Humanity.

And there it was. The Intersection: Every known Universe in the Omniverse colliding in that era of time. To fill up some discrepancies, the Nazarene's life stayed the same all throughout every universe, only that he had different understandings and experiences in each world. Some worlds are futuristic and He lived that kind of life. Some worlds, it was prehistoric, and He lived that kind of life. Others were full of zombies or talking Apes. In the end, it barely mattered, since He is One.

The Angels are known to rule over Heaven.

The Demons dwell in Hell.

The False gods are that. False gods who look like Angels but their faction remain a mystery. Some work with man. Others work with evil.

Diwatas, however, are protectors of nature. That is what Miguel's mother was. A Diwata. And Miguel's father is an Aswang, a lowly but incredibly proud demon.

Now...

"But that doesn't answer anything about who they are!" yelled Miguel. "How'd you know my father was male and my mother was female? I mean-! My Aswang parent is male and-! YOU GET THE IDEA!!!"

"Well, yeah. That whole royalty schtick was full of shit. But I just know."

"HOW!?!?"

"Oh. I have this weird ability that allows me to sense what's more or less probable in any situation," said Prometheus. "Kinda like a Spidey Sense! But not really..."

"Is that ALL YOU KNOW!?!?"

"Yeah. Now, go play with your new fangly gadgets or some whit."

"But Mr. Prometheus!"

"Nope! Not hearing it! G'bye!"

Miguel bows his head and walks away.

Prometheus sighs. "Wait!"

"Yey!" smiled Miguel, adorably.

"Close the door," said Prometheus. "Getting chillly out here."

Miguel rolls his eyes and does so, only for him to fall into a portal and land before Prometheus, but he teleports and lands on his feet, perfectly.

"(Okay... Listen... Reaps doesn't know about this but your parents have a connection with his wife, or so-called wife, and the killer of his parents...)" said Prometheus.

Miguel tries to speak up but Prometheus covers his mouth. "(Look... Reaps and I are the closest thing you have to a father. But if you're really interested, then take this..)" Prometheus offers a holo-watch.

"This is a holo-watch."

"Not just any..."

Miguel opens his eyes and his eyes widen and turn sparkly with amazement as he views each of the files in there.

"(It's one of the copies to my life's work. Bestiaries. Worlds. Moons. Species. Fauna. Flora. Dimensions. Usog. Kulam. Mutations. Prices. You name it. Read what you gotta read.)"

"It's in he-!?"

"SHUSH!!!"

Miguel covers his mouth.

"(Yes... But stay... vigilant... NO ONE can know... Not even your dumbass YET ADORABLE little IDIOT friends. Got that?)"

Miguel nods.

"(Everything in there is strictly for your eyes only. Share it with NO ONE and you kids will keep away from trouble. Got that?)"

"(Yes, sir...)"

Prometheus nods.

Miguel hugs him. "Thanks, Mr. Pro!"

Prometheus blushes and smiles, being hugged by someone who is practically his own kid. "You're welcome, kid. It's... time for me to pay you back for all that trouble you went thru..."

Miguel smiles and teleports away.

Prometheus sighs.

Author's Factoid Note: Sub-Types

Angels

-Seraphim

-Cheyafarim

-Cherubim

Demons

-Morningstar

-Common Demon

-Ars-Goetia

-Djinn

-Oni

-Hellhound

-Aswang

-Succubus/Incubus

-Vampire

-Lycanthrope

-Nephilim

-Giants

-Fire Giants

-Frost Giants

-Old One

-Kaiju (Behemoths and Leviathans)

-Dark Beasts

False gods

-Olympian

-Aesir

-Ennead

-Diwata

Spirits

-Engkanto

-Yokai

-Satyr

-Centaur

-Nymph

-Mermen