Blood of the Aswangs

Chapter 23: The Blood of the Aswangs

"3,996, 3,997, 3998, 3,999... 4,000! And there you go! 4,000 Pisos to represent 4,000 Pesos!" smiled Prometheus.

"Yeah. Thanks, po, sir," sighed the Taho vendor, carrying a very heavy bag full of coins. "Could you have just change this to bill-...?"

"Okie! HOCUS POCUS!!!" Prometheus warps the coins into 200 20-peso bills.

"I was hoping... Thousands?"

"C'mon, Jerry. The plenty-er the better. Now, give 'em..."

"Sir. 'Plenty'er' is not grammatically correct po..."

Prometheus warps out his eskrima sticks.

"Okie. Sorry sir. See you tomorrow!" The taho vendor gives him 100 bottles of soy milk.

Prometheus teleports into the basement, which is freezing cold, and places the soy milk into the fridges.

Prometheus then twists some dials and pulls down some sliders to further lower the heat of the basement. "Perfect!"

He then teleports into the dining room. "HEY GUYS!!! I GOT US PROTEIN FOR TOMORROW'S-!!! AH!!!"

The Reaper worriedly bounces his leg repeatedly as Prometheus meets with Aurora Morningstar and MABUS.

"What the shit are you doing here!?" growled Prometheus.

"Where's the boy," said Aurora.

"Yeah. About that. False alarm. He isn't a Hybrid. Go home. The war may continue. Just let me find a way to make better Splooge for you. I have a lot of time. Believe me."

"I would believe you if that insect girl ally of yours hadn't stolen some files in one of my ships' registry," said Aurora. "I want the so-called 'Prince.'"

"Well... Sorry. But you can't have him. I've been observing carefully these last few months for some progress..."

Earlier...

Prometheus deletes some of his old recordings and begins recording new ones.

"I basically ended up placing myself in a dead-end. The war must continue. I am sorry. The boy is not a hybrid."

Prometheus deletes the next one and begins recording another.

"I'm sorry to my world. You can keep it for now... Just PLEASE don't destroy it!"

Now...

"Oh! I WILL destroy it! Lest you give me the boy..."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!" roared Prometheus. 

"Hey Prom-!" Miguel is suddenly grabbed by Athena's clones, who cover his mouth.

"I've been working hard! FOR FORTY YEARS!!!" Prometheus roared. "I just want my world back!"

"Your world? Your world doesn't even care about you! Even after you revealed to the worlds that you are God's Avatar... No one cared! No one simply cared! Your father called you a blaspheming scammer... Your own friends had you crucified in service of ME!!! And I came to the world in their last moments... And after several years of suffering, I offered to  stop their time for eternity while they stay conscious, screaming silently while they suffer eternally for their sins. Instead you bargain while I enslave them! Isn't this what you want?"

"I did... I wanted vengeance..."

"You even told me to save your two wives and husband years later. Just them! You had won! What else do you want!?"

"I WANT MY FAMILY BACK!!!" he roared. "I WANT WHAT'S FAIR!!! I thought I wanted respect. But that isn't worth their lives... THEIR SUFFERING!!!"

"You just want to be their savior."