Miguel’s eyes widen, preparing his fighting stance and powering up. He yells out, “HELL… FAIYAAAAAA!!!” He crosses his arms with closed fists, flexing out his thumbs, indexes, and middles, and blasts out a Hell Fire attack, burning everything in the distance.
Miguel brutally punches and kicks several demons who shoot at Miguel with their blasters. Miguel slaps each blast away and proceeds to charge flying while facing his knuckles forward and proceeding to tackle his enemy so hard that he gets knocked out.
Miguel holds his fist up and sneers.
Miguel begins dancing, humping the air, and proceeding to do the Harlem Shake. He does the Russian Kick Dance and holds up his hands like a ballerina, proceeding to tiptoe away while his enemies groan, each brimming with seething annoyance and irritation.
Miguel began to sneer and laugh as he burned everything in his path, proceeding to beat his enemies with his blunt stone-filled knuckles. “ALL HAIL… BEATLE ST. KING!!!”
Miguel walked out of the building. “I SAVED THIS CITY!!!” he smiled, before people began throwing trash at him.
“ASWANGS SHOULD BE HEARD TICKING… NOT SEEN!!!” roared one man, throwing plastic bottles filled with rocks.
“GO BACK TO THE FORESTS, CRITTER!!!” yelled a woman, throwing various spices and balut.
“TICK OFF, TICKER!!!” roared a man throwing manure.
“ASWANGS HAVE NO SOULS!!!”
“NO SOULS!!! KEEP FUELING US!!!”
“EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND LOVE IS FOSSIL FUEL!!!”
Miguel sighs happily. “What a wonderful day!” he smiled, before balut splatters all over his face.
Beatle lands before the crowd and growls. “EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!” Beatle shoots down from the sky and everyone runs away, screaming.
Beatle sighs. “You alright? That could’ve been the third beating this month.”
“It’s cool…” smiled Miguel.
“78% of your old school still supports Aswangkind. The 22% were… iffy… with current world events. Various fires. Extreme cold. Various airplane crashes. Terrorisms. Wars in the Middle East. God’s Vengeance truly bleeds all over the Multiverse.”
“Okay! I’ve got this!” smiled Miguel.
“How’s paper work?”
“Death! HAHA!!! ABSOLUTELY LIVID!!! But… otherwise okay.”
“Not easy… I’ve been doin’ somethin’ like this for 800 years… not within such a scale, however… Not that different from the time we became a Parliament, however. Quite awesome, I must say.” Beatle opens a portal and Miguel falls face-first into his pillow and screams into it.
“KRRRYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” roared Miguel.
“How’s the wife? Divorced yet?” asked Beatle.
“Anna and I are taking some time apart… To be fair, she thought I was dead at the time… So… I really can’t blame her.”
“My Sabbath did pretty much the same to me… With Death Leopard of all people.”
“She did it with some random dude. They broke it off and I returned like a year later with my daughter. She thought I was dead. Baked cookies to ease the um… I’m not comfortable talking about this.”
“I understand. I respect that, kid.”
Miguel laughs and sits down on his bed. “I got custody over Gabrielle.”
“Good,” said Beatle.
Miguel’s eyes quiver. “Am I… Are we… undesirable?”
Beatle sighs, sitting next to him. “Anne’s usually end up with their Miguel’s. Don’t worry about it. You’re young. This’ll pass.”
“I can’t stop thinking… about… their bodies just sweaty and-...”
“I know…” said Beatle. “Jesus. Ease with the sexy time. Any more and I’d get a boner.”
Miguel laughs. “Same… But it’s a raging one… one that’s… territorial-...”
“And you made it weird…” said Beatle, standing up.
Miguel laughs. “Sorry.”
Beatle snickers. “Anna loves you… She just did so because… she felt alone without you. Had too much in her hands… Everyone has their needs.”
“And everyone has the right to be angry. I know it isn’t her fault, but I’m allowed to feel frustrated that it happened. Not with her, but the situation. It sucks, I know… and it hurts… And sometimes I wonder if I even deserve love… If I deserve… anyone… That’s an expression of autonomy, right?“
Beatle sighs. “Autonomy. Of course. Anger is… But not loneliness… Anna will be back with you. It’s fate.”
“How about… your Anna… If you don’t mind me asking?”
“I chose my people.”
Miguel laughs and wipes his own tears, posing like a robot. “I chose my people. Meep morp.” Miguel laughed as Beatle punches his shoulder, laughing.
Beatle sighs. “Seriously, though. Some people would rather die than be alone… They see… death preferable. Those people are dangerous. Just… be glad that you’re happy doing what you do.”
“Thank you, Beatle… If… I didn’t have Prometheus… would I be the same Aswang I am now…?”
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“Sure… Sure you will, kid…”
Meanwhile… Doomer walks around the rain while he depressingly looks up to the sky.
Doomer looks up to the sky and sighs, allowing the rain to drip all over his face. “I will… find you, Sikabay…” He reaches up to the stars. “I will… Soon… Just lemme do this one last job… as per Morningstar-Prime’s instruction… Then I will kill myself… and return to you… I… Doomer… will always return to you, my Love. For I, am, Strength…”
Doomer nearly gets run over by a motorcycle and he transforms into a black Aswang, ticking the joints in his wings as he charges, takes out a glock, and guns each person down. He steals the motorcycle, seeing that there are files in it. This government vehicle is revealed to be one of Prometheus’ CoolDudeCycles right after the CoolDudeBus was franchised.
Doomer sighs while his glowing red eyes charge into the darkness, ridden by his bike.
“Doomer ‘Prime’?”‘ asked Miguel.
“Doomer Prime…” said the Reaper. “...is a very violent Aswang lieutenant of Morningstar Prime… Unlike you, Miguel, he is purely an Aswang, and merely trained in the Usog Arts and got strong enough to probably even be able to defeat you. Do NOT engage him. Not even I can defeat him. Originally named ‘Sikalak’ in Philippine Myth, he is the Multiverse’s first Aswang found in Cebu and founded the Ma’i Empire, which would later be colonized and become the Philippines. He was created by the Pantheon and was turned into a weapon. Originally an Igorot, he settled in Cebu. His genes were manipulated via the Bamboo Splitter, a device made by the Pantheons that splices the genes of Homo Sapiens with other species. He fell for his experimentmate, Sikabay. Their original names are lost from history, but Sikalak and Sikabay were turned into the first two Aswangs, the rightful natives of Ma’i. Eventually, Humans would settle in the islands and wipe the Aswang genome out through interbreeding and… well… war… Thus, Aswangs had to shapeshift into men to be different.”
“I thought Sikalak and Sikabay were the first Filipinos?” asked Miguel.
“They were,” said the Reaper. “Just not Humans… They captured Humans invited Humans from other nations surrounding Ma’i to avoid inbreeding.”
“‘Doomer?’”
“Actually, it’s a mispronounciation of ‘Duma’, the Ilokano word for unique.”
“Huh…” said Miguel. “IMMA FIGHT ‘IM!!!”
“Miguel, he’d kill you.”
“Aw… Fine…” sighed Miguel.
“Do not engage, kid… He’s known to have killed Pantheons before… with a fucking chicken bone.”
“Alright. So, dude’s John Wick. No biggie. I’ve beat up normies before who thought they were John Wick.”
“Yes, Miguel. But this one is ACTUALLY the John Wick of Aswangs. DO NOT… ENGAGE…”
Miguel sighs. “Fine… BT Dubs… What do I NOT do in case I DO meet him?”
The Reaper: “Don’t rile him up and threaten his strength. Aswangs are territorial. I hunted your kind. I should know…”
Later…
Miguel, in the streets of Manila, stands on a train waiting for Doomer.
Miguel smiles, preparing to fight him. “HEY DOOMER!!! THE PHILIPPINES CALLED!!! THEY WANT THEIR ISLANDS BACK!!!”
While lightning strikes in the background, Doomer is immediately looming over Miguel.
Miguel smirks with happiness.
“What?” asked Doomer.
“I’m here to deck your halls with boughs of jolly…” smirked Miguel.
“Why?” asked Doomer.
“To END… This war!!!” yelled Miguel. “YOU’RE She-Devil’s current head of the Splooge Factory! Assassinating you would free my people!!!”
“Falalala… Fuck… YOU!!!” Doomer punches Miguel once and he crashes into Egypt.
Doomer moves so quickly he practically teleports in front of Miguel.
Miguel lands and crashes into a pyramid, which, of course, explodes. He vomits blood upon a single glance at Doomer’s eye, who grabs Miguel’s head and violently hammers his fist into his stomach over and over.
Doomer snaps Miguel’s neck, but he regenerates.
Doomer just beats Miguel over and over again.
“DUMAMA!!!” roared Doomer, hammering his blunt knuckles into Miguel’s bones.
Miguel falls to the ground and vomits more blood. He’s on another planet, not even in his own world or his own universe. He believes that he can breathe on this planet, and thus, is able to breathe. Miguel stands up only for Doomer to strangle him, hammering his head into the habitable planet and blowing it up.
Doomer beats Miguel over and over, twisting his arms apart and mauling him like he was a lego ragdoll.
Doomer snaps his neck again and Miguel keeps on regenerating but simply just thrown around like a ragdoll.
Doomer runs and appears right back on the train where they met and Miguel is held by the neck, carried up by Doomer.
Doomer smiles. “Cute…” He squeezes his fist and snaps Miguel’s neck.
Miguel, of course, regenerates. “Harder… DADDY!!!” Miguel lands a strike but his fist’s bones just shatters and explodes upon the quick impact.
Doomer sighs. “Don’t call me again You’ll regret it.“ Doomer just drops Miguel’s body as his body crashes and blows up an oil tanker.
The next day…
Miguel, beaten and battered, but healing at the same time, has an eye that twitches while he walks into the alleyway.
“Hey, Miguel,” said Tyrone, wearing a hood.
“Get the fuck away from me…” said Miguel.
“Anna never deserved you. You know that, right?”
“You can have her. Just leave me alone…” said Miguel, walking away.
“Miguel!” yelled Tyrone. “IT’S TIME TO END THIS!!!”
Two other men come up in front of him from the corner and he just wall crawls up, walking while the world was on its side.
Tyrone throws the knife and Miguel catches it.
Miguel sighs. “Look-...” Suddenly, he feels… poisoned…
He grabbed the knife by its blade, and he got cut, with Hell’s Blade slowly seeping its poison into his hand.
He falls to the ground and Tyrone and his two lackeys begin beating Miguel.
“She loves ME!!! HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL!?!? HUH!?!? OUR BODIES TOGETHER FILLED WITH ECSTACY!!!?”
Miguel just smiles, allowing Tyrone to beat him.
“No wonder, Pro died…”
Miguel’s smile disappears.
“You should’ve thanked me for teaching you a lesson… You don’t… fuck WITH ME!!! EVER… AGAIN!!!”
Miguel catches his fist.
“Oh, what? You gonna punch-?”
Miguel releases his claws and punches the bottom of Tyrone’s chin. He gags and chokes, screaming in horror as Miguel just throws him into the wall, with his body splattering to the ground.
The other pair use their Usogs: Lightning and Water, but Miguel just grabs the Lightning-User’s head and bashes his head into the pavement over and over until his brains spill out of his fractured skull. Miguel just wails like an animal and gouges the man’s eyes out and beats his head over and over.
The next guy removes the water from his blood and Miguel claws him in the chest over and over. “GIMME!!! GIMME!!! GIMME, GIMME, GIMME!!! KRRYEEAAAAH!!!” Miguel kicks his head, decapitating him with a quick strike.
Miguel roars, “B-B-B-BIBINGKA, BITCH!!!” he roared, crushing the man’s head.
Tyrone regenerates but Miguel grabs his head and beats him over and over again.
“I ONLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING COCKROACH MANWHORE!!! FUCKING MY WIFE!?!? GETTING MY DAUGHTER KIDNAPPED!?!? GETTING PRO KILLED YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!” Miguel kicks his face over and over.
“I’m sorry… I just loved her… And she chose-...”
Miguel grabs him by the head and beats him over and over, scraping his face in the stone wall and hammering his head into the wall.
Miguel transforms into an Aswang and bites his neck, tearing out his veins, especially his jugular vein, and just feasts on him. He tears out his crotch and eats it as well. He, of course, regenerates, but Miguel grabs the Hell’s Knife and cruelly stabs his crotch over and over as he screams in horror and pain, sobbing as Miguel sticks the knife and and kicks him over and over with bones crackling, blood curdling, and brains spurting. “FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK… YOU!!! SHIT!!! YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE-ASS WANNABE DICKHOLE WHO THINKS HE’S BETTER… THAN EVERYONE… ELSE!!! YOU MADE MY LIFE A LIVIN’ FUCKING HELL!!! YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!!! YOU NEARLY GOT MY KID KILLED!!! YOU GOT MY GRANDPA KILLED!!! PETTY ASS WEAKLING!!! SHITSTAIN!!! DOGSHIT!!! HORSESHIT!!! BITCH!!! SL*T!!! DIEEEEE!!!” Miguel pants, tired… hands twitching… blood smeared across all over his body. He doesn’t say anything. He just smiles.
Miguel spits phlegm on his body. He grabs it and ties his intestinal chord to his car and proceeds to drive away, driving his body across town. Miguel does this during stopped time, so no one could see.
Miguel just drives… angrily…
Miguel enters home, now clean. Very clean.
Anna smells cleaning fluid all over Miguel. “What did you do?” asked Anna, seeing Miguel a tad bit fatter.
“Nothing that you SHOULD care about,” said Miguel, walking past her. “Cook dinner or not, I don’t care. Just stay outta my way. Never mind. I’ll cook. Go… be… somewhere away from… me… or whatever…”
Arachne drinks coffee. “You should really apologize.”
“Shut up and eat your veggies,” said Anna, sighing.