Morningstar Prime strikes the poor child with a bamboo. “10 Hours outside, 10 years in this room… You are a weapon…” said Morningstar Prime, striking her again. “Your purpose… IS VENGEANCE… For your father abandoning you…” She strikes Gabrielle again. “You purpose… IS VENGEANCE.. For your father abandoning you..” She strikes Gabrielle again, repeating this over, and over, and over again…
Now…
Gabrielle walks around at the public market smelling the awful smell of fish and meat everywhere. She sighs, as some young men whistle upon seeing her. She says, “Hmph…” and avoids confrontation as much as possible.
Gabrielle sighs, grabbing some Salmon head to turn into in Sinigang later and buying it from the sweet old lady.
“10 Units,” smiled the lady, as Gabrielle smiled subtly and is offered the meat.
“HEY!!!” roared the man. “YOU’RE HIS KID, AREN’TCHA!?!?” asked the man. “Your Dad met my brother when he was on a job!!! WHERE IS HE!?!?”
“Hmph…” Gabrielle turns and walks away.
“HEY!!! BITCH!!!”
“Please leave me alone,” said Gabrielle. “I don’t want to fight… Not anymore…”
“HEY!!!” The man appears before her and prepares a stance. He prepares controlling ice. “C’MON, BITCH!!!”
Gabrielle smiles nervously. “Mom just asked me to buy some ingredients for today… No need for violence-...”
The man punches her, and she snaps and punches him to the ground.
“Gotta be honest… I killed before…“ said Gabrielle. “I was 12. Snapped the demon’s neck who tried to have his way with me… Go on, punk… Make my hour…”
The man stares at her eyes and proceeds to vomit, standing up, turning around, slipping into his vomit, then running away, crying and screaming.
Gabrielle sighs, pinching her nose and turning around, walking away. “Hmph…”
“Just shut up and eat your veggies…” sighed Anna, as Gabrielle is seen picking out the veggies out of her food. “If you’re not gonna eat it, why even buy it in the first place?”
“The meat’s good…”
“Kid, if we have dinner, you should eat the same dinner with us. It’s how all Pinoys do it.”
“I don’t like Salmon…” she sighed.
“I LOVE SALMON!!!” Miguel passes by. “Hey, kiddo…” he said, patting her head as anime flowers leave her head and she smiles sweetly.
“HI, PAPA!!!” she smiled, cutely as Miguel sighs.
“You’re 15 and I’m 21. Christ… Your time in Hell just gives us a six-year age difference. People would start makin’ rumors, y’know?”
“Okay, Papa!” she smiled.
“Awtoto…” Miguel smiled, pinching her cheek. “Lookie you! So biggie and wiggie!!!”
“OKAY PAPA!!!” she smiled.
“Ugh…” sighed Anna facepalming. “She won’t eat her veggies.”
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Gabrielle switches. “Shut up, old hag. Tch-...”
“Gabrielle… Don’t talk to your mother that way,” said Miguel.
“Okay, Papa!” she switched, smiling cutely like a kitten.
Miguel turns to Anna. “Where are the others?”
“Work…”
“Mm… Alright. Jed and Chris?”
“Selling balut.”
“Ah… fertilized duck eggs. Very Filipino.”
”Ostrich, actually. The ones from Beatle’s farm. They found a way to find a way of living when Beatle hired ‘em to sell some of the extra Ostrich Eggs on his farm.”
“Arent they T-Rex sized!?!?“
“They sell the eggs like poultry. It’s delectable. Even though it’s fertilized, it’s sold like a whole bird. Americans actually love that stuff. Its soup. Everything.”
Meanwhile…
“AHHHH!!!” yelled Jedan, running away from a horde of feral Aswangs wanting to eat them.
“WAHAHAHAHA!!!” yelled Chris.
Mean-Meanwhile…
“What about Gerard, Fred, and Thenes?” asked Miguel.
“Cafe downstairs?” asked Anna. “They’ve earned enough this month. We might be opening a Sari-Sari Store out back.”
Gerard and Fred smile while selling coffee, tea, and other meals downstairs in the garage.
“Gerard always loved tea,” said Miguel.
Meanest while…
“And the Reaper?” asked Miguel.
“We… don’t know..” said Anna.
Meeeeeaaan…
The Reaper looks into the distance while walking around in a Hellish Desert.
Back to the scene…
“We haven’t seen ‘im since your coronation,” said Anna.
“Right… The Crusaders?” asked Miguel.
Meanest Greenest While…
“Sabbath and Led Zeppelin are upstairs handling the current state of Post-Apocalypse World to try and revitalize its urban progress,” said Anna.
Sabbath sneezes and Led Zeppelin cleans her snot with some tissue.
“As you wish, M’Lady,” said Led.
Back to the scene…
“Panthera and Green Day are patrolling in the Barangay. Now, that our home and Barangay Hall of Rizal Street went from bullying capital of Burnham City to the most prestigious capital of the Multiversal Empire, they’ve been non-stop working…”
Mean Mean Mean-...
Panthera and Green Day both finish playing ML while the barangay kagawads and even the locked-up criminals watch them compete, cheering for them.
Back to the scene… Wow that’s a lotta Back to the-...
“And Beatz?” asked Miguel.
“Doing business. Protecting the world,” said Anna.
“Anything else you wanna say…?”
Anna tears up, but shakes her head.
“Bye Anna,” said Miguel, walking away.
Gabrielle sighs. “Honestly… Gimme a damned break. Mom… You have to tell Papa you’re sorry…”
“For what!? That he abandoned me!?!?” asked Anna.
“You abandoned us. We were sorting MY LITERAL KIDNAPPING…!!!”
“I thought you were gone… And I didn’t know how to feel… I have my needs, okay?”
“Cheating on Dad isn’t a need. It literally is a law in the Family Code that you shouldn’t do that especially in the accounted length of time.”
“I didn’t go to college,” said Anna.
“Ignorance of the law can’t save you from it, Mom… Neither is ignorance itself saving you from this damned conversation.”
“I don’t need this…” she facepalmed, walking away.
Gabrielle looks away, saying, “Hmph!”
Billy and St. Princess meet up with Gabrielle.
Gabrielle smirks. “Hey, kids! Wanna talk to your Ate Gabby?”
“Shush!!!” yelled Billy. “Shut up! Mrs. Devil just BOUGHT A LITERAL PYRAMID AND CAMPED OUT THERE FOR THREE MONTHS!!! Awesome!!!”
“Right… Brain-rot…” sighed Gabrielle. “St. Princess?”
“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!!” smiled St. Princess, playing Roblox on her iPad.
Gabrielle facepalms. “Time to go for a walk…“
Gabrielle walks outside and sees the street right now being heavily urbanized and industrialized as guards, the Kagawads, are seen marching in unison to protect the Barangay Hall. They each salute Gabrielle who scoffs.
“Princess Gabrielle Azral…” bowed one Kagawad. “Would you need a bodyguard for-...?”
“Shut up. Nope,” said Gabrielle.
“Indeed, M’Lady… ALL HAIL, THE PROMETHEAN PARLIAMENT!!!”
“Mhm…” said Gabrielle, walking away. “Whatever…”
Suddenly, a guard from the distance points a gun at Gabrielle, as the guard pushes her away and is shot.
Gabrielle senses this beforehand and manages to catch the bullet. “HEY!!!”
“ALL HAIL… BEATLE SAINT-...” The assassin guard is then shot thrice by the guard Gabrielle saved.
Gabrielle walks toward him. “Why?”
“You’re a fuckin’ Prime-following scoundrel…” he whispered.
“My loyalties are to my father… and if he believes in the St. King, I do, too.”
“Heh… Lies…”
“You think I enjoyed working for Prime?” Gabrielle shows her old brand. “She branded me with this… Now, I branded it with a new symbol…”
She has Beatle’s symbol over her own, now with a ten-pointed star on her chest. “Tch-...”
“Forgive me… I am but a fool…”
“I… I do… Papa always told me to forgive my enemies… So, I will…”
“Thank you… My Lady…“ He slowly wheezes to death.
Gabrielle sighs, closing the man’s eyes and walking away.
She hitches a ride on a Modern Bus passing by and pays the bus around 12 Units. “Tch-.. Overpricing… Fuckin’ Consuls…” she sighed, as the bus moved forward while she watched the night sky.