A lab… nearly destroyed… all white but with blood painting the walls everywhere. A scream of a soldier was heard, echoing the clear white walls only for blood to splatter it.
Beatle walks out of the corner, revealing the star on his chest.
A baby is born from a Human mother’s womb, and the mother had died. A man, a scientist, sobs in pain, seeing the young boy and immediately sees he isn’t crying. He slaps the boy a few times until it gasps and cries, and hugs him dearly. The boy didn’t look Human, He looked… almost alien… Or… prehistoric… He was already hairy… Very hairy… And the baby was immediately vaccinated by the scientist.
Beatle is seen next to the scientist. “I am very sorry… She has chosen to stay in the afterlife…”
“Where… My son?” asked the man.
“Your other son…? Modred? He’s with the other soldiers… Under protective refuge in the mines…”
“They… They forced me to do this to my son… The Americans… are making an army… of weaponized Humans…” growled the scientist, who spoke with a thick Russian accent. “Some aren’t just part Neanderthal… Some are part animal… part bug… It’s evil… disgusting… America had lost its way in this… disgusting war… A war your little girlfriend CAUSED!!!”
“Easy, Unter. I promise I’ll handle Morningstar Prime,” said Beatle, hugging him. “You and your son will be safe… I’ll make sure of that…”
“I won’t let you make him a weapon as well…”
“He won’t…” said Beatle. “We’ll raise him… together…”
The eye… The eye of the baby is revealed to be… cerulean…
Today…
The cerulean eyes of Unter Cerulean Lightning darts left to right, watching the soldiers.
“HE CAST ME OUT IN THE WILDERNESS!!!” roared Miguel at the dinnertable, while everyone, including his family, ate with the various individual Akteonites.
“Big deal!” yelled Unter. “We put Akteonite children into wilderness every time they turn 15. It good, yes?”
“You guys are psycho,” said Miguel.
The mercenaries all prepare taking out their weapons but Unter halts them, raising his right hand with an open palm.
“Stand down…” said Unter. “You know, Emperor… You do realize that you fight against injustice, offensiveness, and racism, yet you display such to our people just now..,” spoke Unter, with a rasped voice. “Respect. Respect us, and we will continue serving the Governor of this Earth.”
“Dude. Not a good idea to judge a culture of the host of the dinner table,” said Myrmex, looking left to right. “While having your entire family here. We don’t wanna Red Wedding scenario here, dude.”
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“Right…” sighed Miguel. “Sorry. I’m just very emotional…”
Unter smiled. “It is okay, Miguel.”
“The fucking hell it is,” grunted America, spitting out a turkey bone in disgust. “THEY ARE IMPERIALS!!! JUST LIKE THOSE BASTARDS WHO ENSLAVED YOU, GRANDFATHER!!!”
“What is he talking about?” asked Miguel.
Unter sighs. “Majority of my people… are Neanderthal,,,” said Unter. “Cavemen… And Chimp Men… Others Animalized Men… But no Humans. No… Infected… HUMANS… Some are mercenaries… foreign… But Humans are generally looked down upon here. We accept you because you are Emperor… and not Human…”
Myrmex sees that Miguel is a bit hurt by those words.
“Humans… are disgusting.. vile… ” said America.
“OGH!!! OGH!!! HUMAN GOOD!!!” Unter beats his chest. “Humans… are the only reason we stand today… TOGETHA!!!”
“Humans tortured us, father… Your father was a Human scientist… who injectd his essence into your mother, a Human, gave birth to you, an artificial lower caste to them… To them… you are an experiment. Grandfather… OGH OGH!!!”
Unter snarled at America.
“Respect your grandfather… NOW!!!” roared Bluford.
America snarled. “Father… Please… Now, we respect the marriage of our Governor, Gerard Persuvius… He is a Human… Born from Grandfather’s half-brother… HUMAN!!! Fuckin’ Sapien…”
Gerard frowns. “Is that a challenge?” he growled, standing up and taking out his katana.
“AGH!!! AGH!!! OGH!!! OGH!!! RAGH RAGH!!!” panthooted America, who beats his chest. “YOU CHEATED!!! YOU GOT ME NEARLY KILLED IN THAT BATTLE!!! I SHOULD’VE WON!!! THAT MAN IS COACH!!! I KILL YOUR COACH!!! AGH AGH-!!! Now, he fuck our Slavern ELF!!!”
Gerard furrows his eyebrows and nose. “Kindly do not disrespect my leader, America.“
“Fucking Sapien…” growled America, preparing to take out his laser sword only for Unter to point his blaster at America.
“Grandfather…” said America, feeling insulted.
“I… stand on the throne… not for power… not for God, glory, or gold… I don’t take Gerard’s taxes… I take his loyalty… Because my loyalty is to the people of this world… to prevent another This to come.”
“The Humans took your arm away.”
“And that arm points its mouth on America’s… chest…” Unter growled.
America scoffs and leaves the table.
“It is rude to leave table when not everyone… Finished.”
America slams the door shut.
Myrmex reads the documents in the Akteonite Bible. She sighs.
“What’d you learn, darling?” asked Miguel.
“I learned… according to “Neo-Genesis”... that the royal family… the Animalized Men… were made from a lab called ACTION Labs. ACTION Labs was a facility that decided to provide an army for the American government during the time Morningstar Prime began raiding countries with her terrorist army… creating an empire around the Philippines. While she slowly bled her forces into the States and sapped away each piece of power they had left, the government grew desperate and began secretly working against the Geneva Convention. They built hybrid bioweapons… Unter was among the first. The toxic and magical fumes from the nuclear blasts Prime used was detrimental to the ecosystem. 97% of all land life on Earth was killed… survived by a few mutated species. Descendants of the species that were wiped out over the course of 500 years. Eventually, they began cloning new versions of these newly extinct species from zoos, designing them to adapt to the conditions of Earth. Going back to the War, though… It was called the ACTION Wars… from 2117-2199.” Myrmex flips to the next page, seeing that pregnant women having their fetuses augmented and changed with strange cellular cloning and Stem Cells, the Splooge, and with cellular editing as well. “Jesus Christ… This is disgusting…” said Myrmex.
Miguel closes his eyes. “All this time, I hated the Pantheon for making me… I just can’t believe Humans would do such a thing.”
“Are you bothered I’m a Human?” asked Myrmex. “Even though I’m Infected are you… bothered I’m Human?”
“Well, are you bothered that I’m an Aswang-Pantheon Hybrid?”
“No.”
Miguel smiles. “Then no.”
The pair share a kiss, before pushing their lips together.
