Beatle and Prometheus, from where we left off from their last fight, stare at the stars full of hope.

  Prometheus chuckles. "Hey, Beatle? I think it's about time I face the Devil."

  Beatle is intrigued.

  "I... want you to do one last thing for me... One last favor..."

  "Is it stupid?"

  "Not really."

  "Is it a stupid joke?"

  "Even moren't."

  Beatle nods, sensing grief in both their hearts.

  Now...

  Beatle and Miguel walked across the old lands of the Kapampangan, now having wiped out into a snow desert.

  "Heh..." said Miguel. "This'll sound out of pocket but, Prometheus never actually learned my daughter's name."

  "Hm..." said Beatle, his eye twitching. "How come?"

  "Ran away with Anne because we had this big fight. I punched him."

  "Why?"

  "He lied to me... again... GRRR!!! IT WAS ABOUT THE STUPID DISHWASHING INCIDENT!!!"

  "What the fuck?"

  "Eh! Maybe it was just a huge fight over nothin'..."

  "Did he lie to you before?"

  Miguel nods.

  Beatle sighs, realizing Miguel's understandable sentiment. "Hey, Miguel. Ever heard of the Buffalo Soldiers?" asked Beatle.

  "Pro talked about them before... Heard they were a deadly army of African-American soldiers sent to hunt the Filipinos in the Phil-Am War."

  "Ever heard of the Buffalo Defect?" asked Beatle. "We're gonna be speaking with him... He lives here in the snow desert of Pampanga."

  Miguel smiles. "Huh... Hope I meet this guy!"

  Beatle's watch rings. "Wait here, kid..." he said. "Death Leopard's callin' me." Beatle teleports away.

  Miguel sighs. "Uhm..."

  Beatle teleports back and gives him a gigantic bag for camping.

  That evening... Miguel camps out in the desert, making sure he stays by the campfire nearby.

  Miguel sighs, falling asleep, only to feel a painful white hot nibbling into his leg. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

  Miguel sees that a giant cockroach has torn his leg off and eaten it. Miguel grows, transforming into an Aswang, and tears it to pieces, only to see five more. Miguel beats down the cockroaches and tore the skin from his flesh. The cockroaches were brown and they smelled atrocious, with spines on their legs treading the sand below their feet.

  "Funston used to call me a Mad Dog... Fuck that man... They argue it was war... But what was the war for...?" All the cockroaches vibrate into lightning and are torn to pieces. "Hey, brother..." said a handsome African-American and incredibly buff gigachad of a man.

  "Eyes of Lightning..." said Miguel, astonished. "Usog-User! Hello... Um... Hi! I'm Miguel!"

  "The name's Fagen. David Fagen. They call me Pugot-Askal."

  "Like the legendary protector of nature..." said Miguel. "And... a street dog?"

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  "Nickname... Murricans used to call me the Mad Dog..."

  "So... Um... Hi! You must be Beatle's friend!"

  "Mhm..."

  "Um... Thanks... for saving me..." said Miguel. "Pugot-Askal."

  "You one of 'em Aswangs, right?"

  "Yeah..."

  "I always respected y'all... You Aswangs are a discriminated tribe in many universes... Been Versejumpin' lately..."

  "Your original universe?"

  "Same world as the Aswang King... I was one of the Japanese's experiments. They captured me as an old man and... made me stronger..."

  "With Usog...?"

  "Kinda... Yeah... I was tortured to believe in their cause... Turned into a weapon... Hunted Aswangs, actually."

  Miguel closes his fist. "Uhm..."

  The man laughs. "Easy, kid... I ain't tryna hurt nobody... Heard you were a writer?"

  "Yeah huh..."

  David smiles. "I used to read a lot, actually... Loved your people's stories..."

  "Yeah... Um... Mine's about a fantasy world inspired by a Pinoy setting."

  "Interestin'! Hm... Uh... Genre?"

  "Oh! Fantasy... Coming-of-Age... type schtick..."

  "Nice... Growing older I heard of characters like Spider-Man goin' 'round lately..."

  "Yeah... Heheh... Favorite character?"

  "Ooh... Hard to answer that... Uhm... personally, I loved Uncle Tom..."

  "May the Lord be with you," smiled Miguel. "Or... whatever you believe in..."

  David laughs. "Hahaha! You're all right, kid. You cook?"

  "Um... Yeah... I made um... Sinigang."

  "Holy! I love Sinigang when I hung with the tribes here! Chicken?"

  "Ahhh... Sorry. Pork."

  "Great! Gimme some?"

  "Sure!" Miguel kindly serves him a bowl and bows. He serves himself one as well and they both pray.

  Miguel smiles. "Thanks for the food!" He eats it with rice, and David smiles eating with him. "So... Um... Fil-Am War, huh?"

  "Mhm..."

  "So, Static Shock... What can you say after all that?"

  "A man needs his rest. Get plenty of it," smiled David. "So... Morningstar, hm? The She-Devil one... Dracula... Your people's King..."

  Miguel laughs. "I agree... Get plenty of rest!" Miguel laughed.

  "You're alright, Miguel... I heard you were askin' 'bout your daughter."

  "Yeah..."

  "Arachne's in Hell... There is a technique to enter Hell... I know of it... But I personally don't use it."

  "How?"

  "You draw her symbol on the ground and use Usog to summon it..."

  "That's it?"

  "Harder than you think... Don't have the proper faith... and... well... You die..."

  "Could you do it for me?"

  "I'm a Christian. No."

  Miguel nods. "I understand."

  "Yes... But I will teach you how..."

  Miguel smiles.

  Factoid: This person is based on the real-life Filipino hero, David Fagen, who defected from the U.S. Army and served in the Revolution against old American Imperialism.

  Miguel opens a portal to Hell after spilling spoiled milk all over a pentagram with a Troll Face.

  The portal to Hell opens.

  Miguel smiles and thanks David before leaving, entering the fiery pits of Hell.

  Miguel begins dancing and prancing around like an idiot. "IMMA KILL THE DEVIL!!!" Miguel begins humorously humping the air like an idiot and proceeding to spin around and moonwalk. He proceeds to punch the air over and over again. "HOCUS POCUS MOTHERF-!!!"

  Miguel accidentally punches a face. "Oops! SORRY MY GOOD SIR!!!" he laughed. "S-Seriously though, sorry." he laughed, only to be slightly horrified, switching to, "Oh dear God, a dead alter of mine..." said Miguel, seeing a much older scarred alter of Miguel's hanging by a rope. "Weird..." he said, nearly unfazed, seeing the body swing like a pendulum. He looked down his face and to his chest, seeing an ankh. Then, his eyes widened. His lips quivered. He stopped quipping. His fingers shook and his heart beat faster. This was Prometheus' body.

  "No..." said Miguel.

  He proceeds to hug the man hanging, crying... He keeps on crying and crying. He whimpered, sobbed, and yelled in anger.

  The man's chest has a symbol, an ankh, PROMETHEUS' symbol.

  "No... No... Grandpa..." he sobbed, crying for his now old-yellered master's name. He hugs him and proceeds to cut the rope, carrying him, with shaky hands as he lays him on a spot at the walled area of the overlooking cliff.

  Miguel begins giving him CPR only for more blood to gush out of Prometheus' mouth. "No... NO!!!" he sobbed.

  Miguel grabs his mouth, half his face all red, as he did nothing else but sit down next to Prometheus. He begins laughing, tearing up, saying. "I'm sorry..." he whispered. "Her name's... Gabrielle..." he smiled, lips quivering as he kissed Prometheus' forehead and continued weeping.

  A man walks by, and it's the grave digger. "Yippee da doo da!" he smiled. "What's wrong, boy-o?"

  Miguel's lips quiver. "I should've done the dishes..." He smiled, laughing and crying, still hugginng Pro. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."

  Behind Prometheus' body is a massive array of other Miguels with different symbols, each seemingly hanged without their consent.

  A man walks by, and it's the grave digger. "Yippee da doo da!" he smiled. "What's wrong, boy-o?"

  Miguel's lips quiver. "I should've done the dishes..." He smiled, laughing and crying, still hugginng Pro. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."

  Behind Prometheus' body is a massive array of other Miguels with different symbols, each seemingly hanged without their consent.

  Beatle walks out from the shadows and kills the gravedigger with a quick blast to the head. "Demon scum."

  "Did you do this...? ALL THIS!?!?"

  "No. Just Prometheus," said Beatle.

  "He... was the last Prometheus..." Miguel looks away in disgust, closing his eyes with eyebrows furrowing. "Why?"

  "To end the war. As per his request."

  "What?"

  "He wanted to protect your species. The only way for Aurora to stop killing your kind was to have him dead. So, I offered them Prometheus. It was his dying wish, and my sole purpose is to protect-..."

  Miguel, mid convo, had already activated his Usog and charged...