The Aswang King silently smoked tobacco. The doors open and his soldier, a Maharlika, walks in.

He bows before the Aswang King.

The Aswang King squints his eyes.

Later, the Aswang King, now in a suit with other Aswangs wearing suits, sit together at a round table.

"Which of you had killed the child?" asked the King.

One of the men stood up.

"Why did you eat the child? It is no longer our custom. It is now forbidden."

"We once ate fetuses. You did, too."

"But I have said it is no longer allowed. Why did you proceed."

"Because the child was not mine."

"The child was innocent."

"If you think you can tell me THAT, then you're a Goddamned hypocrite. I am insulted... INSULTED... by the way you speak to me. You speak to us... ALL OF US... As if we didn't see the shit you used to do. You destroyed literal worlds. You're a Goddamned monster."

The Aswang King sighed.

"Sir." He bowed.

"I could forgive you..." said the King.

The man nods.

"Sadly, you were speaking with the pigs."

"What? No, I wasn't..."

The Aswang King snaps his fingers, and a recording played of him ticking his wings in morse code.

"I recognize those ticks from everywhere."

The King stands up. "You have insulted me. You are a threat to my people."

"The Americans have given us so much shit. Why are you so angry of American work?"

"American work?" he sniffled and growled. He takes off his mask. "This is American work."

The others at the table looked away.

The man's lips quivered and drooled. "Oh, God... What did they do to you?"

"What did they do to me? Heh... I'm Frankenstein's monster. And you just pissed me off..."

The Aswang man growls and takes a knife. "GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!" The man tries stabbing his face only for the knife attack to bounce back into his eye.

The Aswang man screams and backs away as the King blasts a punch into his chest, disemboweling him and beating him to the ground. "You're a traitor. A disgusting star-spangled striped pig. A dog. Imperialist SCUM!!!" Suddenly, he transforms into an Aswang and begins feasting into his flesh as screams could be heard echoing in his castle.

"Stronger! STRONGER!!! I MUST BECOME STRONGER!!!" growled Miguel, training while a blue flaming aura left his body.

"Who was it that defeated Aurora Morningstar?" asked the King, prancing around him.

"IT WAS ME!!!"

"Who was it that became royalty simply by believing!?"

"ME!!!" roared Miguel.

"Who was it that became powerful simply because he believed in himself and NO OTHERS!?!?"

"ME!!! ME!!! MEEEEE!!!" Miguel blasts the moon away with his bluish Hell Fire.

"How did Prometheus and his Reaper take you choosing to learn under me?" asked the King.

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"Prometheus..." said Miguel, while hugging him tight. "I wish to leave you... and have the King as my master..."

Prometheus' heart felt hurt, but he couldn't blame the boy.

"Same goes for you, Mr. Reaper..." said Miguel.

The Reaper felt hurt, but he couldn't blame the boy either.

Now...

"They were hurt..." said Miguel.

The King hugged him. "Oh, my dear boy... You will serve my army valiantly... A great hero... That I will truly respect..." said the King. "I think... you are ready..."

Later... Miguel is placed in front of ten men: Two Spaniards, three Chinamen, and five American men.

"These men are westerners. Some of the higher-ups of the Reino de los Cerdos..." said the King.

The warriors all prepared flames from their hands.

"Will you look at that? They're just like you..." said the King. "The blood of your ancestors are speaking with you... Begging you..."

"To do what?" asked Miguel.

"To avenge them..." said the King.

Miguel transforms into an Aswang as the men sneer.

"So... A half-breed," smiled one American. "This the best you've got, 'your Highness'? What's his style? Hm...?"

"You'll see," sneered the King.

"Look at this brown monkey mongrel..." one laughed and so did the others.

"Freak..." said another.

"Ugh... Mouth-breather..." said one man.

"Hey! Acid-spitter!" laughed one. "What can you do, anyway? We are one of the highest-ranking warriors in the Pig Reign."

"Y'know how many of your kind we killed? WE CONTROL THEM!!! The Judges... Paid them to kill what you are..." laughed another. "Fuckin' sick bastard..."

"Well? When's it gonna be, Flip Tree-Climber?"

"Hell..." said Miguel.

"Impossible," said one American.

"FAIYAAAA!!!"

They blast a flaming forcefield to block Miguel's Hell Fire only for it to break and for them to be thrown away.

They all blast flames at him as Miguel blocks each attack with a flaming armor while he stomps toward the ten men.

One men dropkicks at him while blasting flames from his feet only for Miguel to grab his ankle and evade the flames then proceeding to slam him into the ground and beat him over and over.

Another man blasts flames at him only for Miguel to slam a flurry of punches into his face while an aura of blue flames leave his body for a split second.

A man spins in the air and kicks him toward his face as he grabs his waist and snaps his thigh forward.

Miguel blocks three more men that he proceeds to beat down with flaming fists over and over.

Three more men come. Miguel does the Aerial Hell Cartwheel Kick and shatters all three men's ribs simply through the shear movement of his foot with the force passing thru their chest and for a moment, stopping their hearts.

Miguel ticks his wings for the last man. The Chinaman who shivers in fear.

Miguel charges and exchanges fists with the man. The man goes for a quick flurry of punches toward Miguel, each of these strikes Miguel blocks. Miguel kicks his knee, making it bend sideward and snapping his knee in half. The man screams as Miguel lets him go.

"Okay... Finish all of them," said the King.

Miguel growls and prepares to power up only for the men to back away and crawl away like worms to the feed.

But... Miguel powers down. "No... I won't... These people are afraid... Just as afraid as you once were..."

"Thank you..." sobbed one American man. "Oh my God... thank you..."

"Indeed... That is respectable... you may go..." said the King.

Miguel nods and walks out of the arena.

One soldier approaches the King who calls unto him. "(What is it, sir?)"

"(I want them all dead by morning,)" said the King, before following after Miguel. "Good game, Miguel! Good game!"

"Mr. King. I'm sorry. But killing people? It isn't really my thing," said Miguel.

"I know. I respect that. I truly do."

"Why'd you try to make me do it."

"Because I care about you, my boy! I've grown to care about you! I want you to be strong enough when the time comes in order to be careful... To stay alive if conflict comes..."

"You... care about me?"

"Yes... You... have taught me what it's like to have a son..." said the King.

"Prove it..."

The King gulps. "I... I didn't... inherit this position..."

"What...?"

"I wasn't always an Aswang... I was born around the 1870s... On 1906, the Americans placed me in a holocaust camp and turned me into what I am now... Using pure Aswang blood... Rather than Splooge."

"They... turned you into an Aswang?"

"They tortured me... Turned me into a weapon to defeat the original King. But I ended up understanding what the King believed in... To protect humanity. I never ate a human as the Aswangs did. I never was part of their rule... But I came to understand them because I was like them. I understood who they were and what they stood for. They were... good men... Just trying to survive a world ruled by monsters... Monsters strong than Aswangs... Oppressed us for years... Bloodsuckers and corrupt men."

"The Westerners?"

The King smiled cheekily. "That is why I need you to be stronger. Because they are the enemy! You understand that, right? You gotta understand what it feels like to have your enemies constantly trample on you!"

"I... actually do. That... was my entire life back then," said Miguel. "I was bullied by these... normies..."

"See? Normies? Oppressors? Westerners? ALL OF THEM... JUST THE SAME... I'm trying to save our race... Our people..."

"What is this...?" Miguel reaches the end of the hallway and meets an army of Aswangs howling for him.

"This... This is my... rrrrrevolution," the King smiled. "TO NEW YORK!!!"

The men cheered and hailed the King while Miguel's eyes begin to quiver.

"WE... HAVE OUR... WEAPON!!!" he smiled.

"What...?" asked Miguel, as his eyes suddenly turn blue all over. "Hey! St-! WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!?"

Miguel sees that every soldier's eyes are also blue. The King smiles while his pupils turn cat-like, emitting a frequency from his wings that makes Miguel want... to just... follow him...

Miguel realizes why he was being so irrational lately... why he wanted to follow the King... Why he was so enamored by his ways... And then...

Miguel was gone...

"HAIL!!!" yelled the men. "HAIL!!! HAIL!!! HAIL!!! HAIL THE FILIPINOS!!! HAIL THE ASWANGS!!!"

The King smiles. He turns to Miguel...

"Hail..." said Miguel, crying. "Hail... Haaaail..."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!! RISE, ASWANGS!!!" he roared while raising his fist as they all cheer.