“So…” smiled Aurora, crossing her legs. “You think we’d be able to go on vacation tomorrow?”

  “I know. I just have so much work to do… My writing and my duties in the barangay…” Miguel sighed, carrying so many papers, plopping them on the table to type them all into the laptop. “Ruru… I WILL go on vacation with you. Just not now, okay?”

  Aurora smiles and nods. “Maybe one day.‘

  Now… Aurora cackles, having defeated the Cross Crusaders.

  Meanwhile, below, Miguel had died, still clenching on the other half of the star pillow in his hand.

  Meanwhile, Aurora’s voice echoed in the entire universe. “I WILL LEAD US ALL INTO THE TRUE FUTURE OF MANKIND!!! NEURODIVERGENCE IS THE KEY TO TRUE EVOLUTION!!! ARISE, MY FELLOW MALEFACTORS!!! AND DESTROY ALL THAT STANDS IN MY WAY!!!” she boomed, gesturing to herself.

  Aurora then stabs Narciso’s neck from behind and tears his head off, carrying it and pushing the body off as well. “I… AM… MORNINGSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!”

  Meanwhile, the Voice spoke in Miguel’s spirit…

  “Miguel Ibarra. You have proven yourself ultimately worthy of your title. I expected you to give way to my Judgment, but had done no one else had done before, prove me wrong. And for that, I entrust in you the title of the Saint King. You were once Flesh, and now, you are a Word. Dwell.”

  Miguel’s eyes opened upon that word.

  “ALL HAIL… MORNINGSTAR!!!” Rasputin danced his classic moves while causing the hail storm that killed most Manilans. Mars zoomed around and cut down the entire Senate, killing the entire Legislative and Executive Parties of the Philippines. Meanwhile, Cheapshot laughed and shot at any citizen who tried to reach Hyatt Tower, cackling.

  “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THE PHILIPPINES RIGHT NOW!?!?” asked the Irish YouTuber from earlier. “WHERE IS BEATLE SAINT KING!?!?”

  “I was wrong… very, very wrong…. I’m sorry…” said the Swedish YouTuber from earlier. “Where is the Saint King when you need ‘im?”

  “WHERE THE HELL IS THE SAINT KING!?!?” asked the Conservative YouTuber from earlier.

  “Welp, major oopsie doopsie of the world. Welp, curtains down, I guess. See ya all. The Christians were right. Time to leave stage left,” said the YouTuber named Charlie.

  “We are all fucked,” said the MineCraft YouTuber who never swore.

  “Fuck American Politics! WHERE THE HELL IS A SUPERHERO WHEN YOU NEED ‘IM!?!?” asked the American President.

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  Miguel opens his eyes and begins floating behind Aurora after A FOUNTAIN of light and fluid left from the ground and hammered Beatle to the sky.

  Beatle the Saint King floated before Morningstar.

  Morningstar turns to Beatle, slowly. “I really am crazy…” She bared her fangs. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Her bloody, branded face just shows it all.

  Beatle smiles as the smoke leaves, having tied up the other villains and knocked them out, dropping them on the roof while his cape was flown in the wind.

  Beatle smiles. “I am Beatle Saint King! Listen up, Morningstar! I will not let your sniveling swine self destroy this land.”

  Morningstar smiles. “Hahahahaha! Isn’t that rich, Saint King? Trying to make sense of all this madness! Oh, Saint King! When will YOU LEARN!?!?”

  Morningstar cackled and blasted at him with her trident.

  Beatle dodges the bullets with relative ease and spins, and hammers a punch into her face.

  She somersaults and unleashes her batwings that she uses to tackle Beatle into several buildings, but Beatle stops himself from crashing into one and kicks her into a mountain.

  Morningstar laughs and shoots and blows up several mountains as Beatle deflects most of the bullets.

  She laughs, kicking him into Egypt, Russia, China, Canaan, Philistine, Japan, then Saturn itself, only to crashland into Cebu’s beach.

  The people back away as the two titans beat each other down, hammering one strike after another as Beatle struggles to pummel her.

  “Poor Beatle Saint King! Too weak to kill his poor old lover!” she laughed.

  Beatle is saddened, trying to talk. “Ruru-...”

  Morningstar manages to shoot Beatle in the abdomen, as he bleeds and doesn’t heal at all.

  Beatle limps backward, and she tries to strike him, but he weaves left and delivers a devastating blow that knocks her to her feet. His eyes glow red, and he warps out the Cainmarker for the first time. “Morningstar. You have betrayed everyone: The Philippines, your friends, your family… Me. I won’t let you destroy this world.”

  Morningstar sneers. “I don’t want to destroy this world… That means killing you! I don’t wanna kill you! You complete… me… I’m just going to destroy everything you believe in… Prove you wrong… Destroy every fucking Neurotypical in this GODFORSAKEN MULTIVERSE AND BECOME… SAINT KING!!!”

  “I will never let that happen.”

  “I wasn’t the Elita 1 to your Optimus Prime. Turns out I was your Megatron,” she sneered.

  She smiles, floating up. They both teleport on top of Hyatt Tower, as she unties her lieutenants.

  Beatle sighs. “Leave. Never return, love.”

  Morningstar sneers. “NEO KATIPUNEROS!!! FOLLOW ME!!!” She charged, flying up as they all followed.

  Beatle sighed as he and the Starcrross Crusaders looked up to the sky.

  “There is a thin line between hatred and love. Love is innate in all living things that choose to have it as a part of their lives, but hatred comes from love that was hurt. Love will always remain in every living creature. And I believe that the world will keep itself together, with that love. All I need is to reach that humane part… in all of them. I cannot allow myself to hate someone as much as I hate her again… Never again, and I will keep on moving forward, for the better… of my people.. I am Beatle Saint King, and I’m going to work a 9 to 5 for today’s 800 fucking years.”

  Tyrone smiles, now wearing his Death Leopard suit. He smiles, being interviewed by YouTubers. “I’m telling y’all! Batman is THE GREATEST SUPERHERO EVER!!! No one can top him!” he smiled, looking at the camera. “I’m always gonna be better than ya, Beatle! Ever learned about why Beatle is so afraid of cops? He’s a sex predator. Complete fuckin’ asshole… He used to harass me before with disturbing memes!”