Beatle St. King finishes his speech only for the people to scream and yell insults at him.

Beatle St. King closes his eyes and walks away. “Beginning to think I’m understanding Prometheus…” he told himself, before meeting a group of activists.

“ARE YOU ALL TIRED OF LIVING UNDER THE TYRANNY OF THE PROMETHEAN DYNASTY!?!? Join Doomer, who wishes to establish freedom once more!!!” yelled the activist, as Beatle just scoffed and passed by him. “HEY!!! Well, well! If it isn’t the self-proclaimed ‘Messiah!!!’”

“My predecessor self-proclaimed as well… By a Samaritan woman by the well… I self-proclaimed to my Human father… and was beaten for it… That moment… Those moments… Those very moments defined who we both would become…”

“I bet you want to force us to believe in your cause, DON’T YOU!?!?”

“What I gave your people was an invitation. Not a mockery of your autonomy.”

“You wanna fight?” laughed the man.

“No,” said Beatle.

“So, the ‘Warrior Messiah’ is A COWARD!!!”

“I choose my battles. And you’re not even a battle.”

“You see? He calls himself the Messiah, and yet he rebukes us with his madness and mockery of our very own strengths! I am a gay man! And he insults my capabilities and-!!!”

“I’m bisexual.”

“LIAR!!! Jesus wasn’t bi!!!”

The crowd boos and rebukes him, yelling things like, “COWARD!!!”, “LIAR!!!”, “YOU WANNA BE IN OUR AGENDA SO BADLY!?!?” or even “FAKE F*G!!!”

Beatle speaks. “Comparing me to another person is a mockery of my own autonomy. My predecessor, as kind and loving as he was, was very traditional, but still believed in kindness toward all living things, regardless of who or what they desire. To compare me to His Greatness is a mockery of my autonomy and my faith. I will leave, for you are lost.” Beatle said, walking away while they throw things at him.

“You know NOTHING, WISE MAN!!” yelled the activist.

“Contradictory, but okay.” sighed Beatle, who drinks milk from his flask and coughs softly.

“WE KNOW OUR RIGHTS!!!”

“‘Rights?’ You actually dare to speak about ‘knowing rights’ to me? Believe me, I know you do. But rights cannot exist without responsibility nor without the accountability that comes with it…”

Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.

The Consul smiles and raises his hand, as the crowd turns to silence.

“Why should we listen to you? You have failed 800 years ago and you’re trying to find a way to make sense of a reality so bleak…” said the Consul.

“That being?”

“You have no place in the world anymore…” said the Consul. “We don’t need a Messiah! A savior! We think you’re a coward who does nothing to make our world better. Why try? Why not just leave? Take a break! A breather! For your own sake! Start a family!”

“My purpose is to serve and protect Humanity, for their innate right is equity, autonomy-...”

“Mr. Ibarra, please… We’re only trying to understand you…”

“You dare… use my slave name…? Worse of all… You think you could make sense of me?”

“Yes! You’re just a regular joe like the rest of us! By Golly, if we work together-!!!”

“Never say that. Never try to say that you understand me. I spent my whole life being at the mercy of those who did. I literally DIED because people tried to make sense of my mannerisms, my personality, my quirks, crevices, and they called it ‘madness’. People called me ‘mad’ for being… different. For being… ‘special…’ The only thing special about me is how I struggle in every aspect of being a ‘normal’ Human. I hate you for that. Since, that is such a good question, it deserves one of its own. Why the fuck should I keep tryna save your sorry asses, who, mind you, are at the mercy of my feet, if you think you could understand… me…?”

“My friend, Neurodivergence… or… ‘Autism…’ as they might say…” The Consul proudly says while Beatle’s eye twitches. “…just means you’re a bit quirky and act a little funny. I mean, we’re both men placed at high regard… That doesn’t mean you have the right to do whatever or use it as an excuse-...”

Beatle punches the Consul and people in the crowd begin screaming and howling insults at him. “Bitch. According to Abrahamic Law, you… should be stoned for that… Be glad I’m FIlipino, and I’m the one in the wrong…”

The men cuff him as he readily shows his wrists.

“I’ll get a slap on the wrist at best…” said Beatle. “What has this nation come to? I’m someone in high regard after all… Isn’t that right, Consul? Try to fucking relate to me again. I dare you… I’m 902 years old, I don’t GIVE A FUCK…”

“THE SAINT KING SWORE!!!” yelled one man in the crowd.

“HE ISN’T THE MESSIAH AFTER ALL!!!”

Beatle just sighs and walks away while the men usher him away.

One queer man wipes the blood off his knuckles.

Beatle sighs. “What?” he asked, annoyed.

“I… I still believe…” said the queer man. “I believe you helped save my world… My husband and my kid wouldn’t be alive without you…”

Beatle smiles. “Y’know… If you were the leader and not those dumbasses, I wouldn’t be here right now. Know that. Take that to heart.”

“How do ya know I won’t become some kinda communist asshole? Heheheh…”

“I can… tell you have a good heart, kid…” said Beatle, coughing. “I thirst.”

The queer man takes the flask from the inner pocket of his coat and opens it, twisting the cap off and letting him drink. “As you wish, my Lord…”

Beatle sighs, entering oblivion and a massive eye, rooted upon the upper corner of the room, stares back at him.

“Give me a reason of why I should continue caring for this world?” asked the Eye, the Being of the Beginning and the End, the Being who Loves Humanity Dearly, or ‘loved’. “I created it in the hopes of them becoming accepting, loving, cherishing each other… And here you are, My dear, younger Son… Who so blindly believes in a people who treats him like scum… Who treats him as if he is playing the victim… A pathetic excuse for a race…”

“Father, please… Give them a chance…”

“A chance for salvation?”

Beatle sighs, but sternly cries. “A chance to prove they’re worthy of it. These people… These people don’t understand either of us. They never will. But that doesn’t mean we have to destroy them.”

“THEY BROUGHT MY SONS AGONY!!! PRAYED TO OTHER GODS!!! IDOLS!!! PHILANDERED WITH THE SAME SEX!!!”

“HEY!!! Mind you, a bisexual male man saved my ass earlier, SO DON’T EVER-!!!”

“Leviticus-...”

“Say the verse. I dare you.”

“I’d win.”

“And I’d be the second man who tried,” Beatle smirked, proudly.

“Fine…” said the Father. “Plead your case.”

“That one queer man gave me water when no one else did. He is a good man. A kind, gentle man. A father of one and a husband of another good man.”

“And… he treated you with kindness…?”

“Recognized me. Respected me. Why would I want to wipe that person away if he was capable of such kindness to any man?“

“Maybe because you were the Messiah.”

“I thought that at first… But he was casual… Treated me like a Human being… I was… happy…”

“Fine… I will give Humanity another year.”

“Thank You, Father.”

“Whatever.”