"Lolo! Lolo, look!" smiled a younger version of Miguel. "I caught a bug!"

His grandfather pats his head and laughs.

Now...

Prometheus squishes a bug in front of him, and sits down right in front of Dracula while Prometheus sat next to the Reaper.

"Good evening, Prometheus."

"It's always been evening," said Prometheus.

"I see that your Reaper is swell. Sadly, he is no longer part of the Brotherhood, now, is he? And where's his Cu?"

"Don't have one," said the Reaper. "And I ain't joinin' those Reaper boybands."

"You bring... SHAME... To the Order of Reapers..."

"I need... *sigh...* you to please avoid war at all costs. Please."

"Why? It's not like you don't have enough resources for it."

"Dracula. Please. I just learned about you yesterday."

"Oh, Prometheus. Do you know how many times we've had this very conversation? Prometheus, there will be a war. My Army of Darkness and Monsters will destroy yours. Your... Chuuuurch..."

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"Why now?"

"Because I want to... Because I can. Because it's... *SNIIIIF!!!* Fun... And I will stop at nothing to destroy everything you are."

"I'm trying to negotiate," said Prometheus. "What do you want? We've already given you criminals-..."

"FUCK!!! 'CRIMINALS!!!??' IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!! Y'know what I want, Emperor Prometheus? Fresh virgins. Nuns. Teenagers. Young Adults. Priests. Advocates. FRESH FLESH WITH GOOD HEEAAAARTS!!!"

"Gross," said the Reaper.

Dracula growls. "It's NOT SUPPOSED to be sexual. *HISSSss!!!*"

"Why do you want those kinds of people?"

"The healthier the body and the healthier the mind... the more delectable the blood... flesh... organs... brains... all the better."

"You weird, blud," said the Reaper.

"You filthy children and your disgusting slangs."

"I can't give you those... Because those are people. My people."

"THEN WHY DO I STILL RULE OVER YOU!?!? I clearly just have to kill you... and your people..."

"Why have you been wiping our memories," squinted Prometheus.

Dracula sneers. "Y'know what? Fuck it... I won't wipe your pathetic mind after telling you this..." Dracula leans forward. "You want to know why? *SNIIIIFF!!!* Do you know who crucified you... sent you to Superhero World... Made all of this...?"

"My people. MABUS. My father."

"Ngyes... And your father only did so because your grandfather died from cancer. Blahahahamed you for it. That's not true... Not at all... I wiped their minds... Made it look like he died from that... I ate your granddaddy, Prometheus."

Prometheus' eyes twitch.

Dracula sneers.

Prometheus stands up, only for the Reaper to keep him down.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHA!!! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!!! I... MADE YOU!!!" cackled Dracula. "You see, Multiverse Theory is a bitch. I created your timeline primarily to create this... An unending resource of humans... And I'm becoming IMPATIENT!!! I want you to start selling me HUMANS!!!"

"How the hell were you even able to see the future?" Prometheus' eyes widen. "The Eyes of Time..."

Dracula teleports in front of them as the Reaper prepares his flames. "Precisely... The Eyes of Time..." he sneered. "So, what will it be, Prometheus?"