"Hey, Dad..." said Prometheus, sitting in front of his father while typing into his computer.
"Hello, son. What are you writing over there?"
"A new law for Maharlica-152. 'Bout Tariffs."
Joseph smiles sitting in front of him. "Told you you'd be a better lawyer than I'd be."
"I don't wanna be a lawyer."
"Yet you're writing a law right now for the Multiverse..."
Prometheus stops. "Holy shit..."
"Yep..."
Prometheus sighs. "Guess all that political science training got real handy...
Hey... I'm sorry for... being rude to you all the time back then."
"I'm... sorry for having a hard time accepting your choices... I'm... proud of you, kid..."
"Thanks, Dad..."
"Hey... I wanna uh... Teach you somethin'..."
Prometheus opens a portal to outside and sees a bike. He begins chuckling. "This is so FUCKIN' stupid!" he laughed.
"HEY!!! I THOUGHT REALLY HARD ABOUT THIS, MAN!!! C'MON!!!" roared Joseph, with a mountain bike in his hand.
Prometheus smiles and hugs his Dad.
"I thought that... maybe... to make up for all the crap I gave ya..."
"Thanks, Dad..." chuckled Prometheus.
Prometheus sits on the bike and nearly falls over, but Joseph catches the bike. "Thanks, Dad!" he chuckled like an old man.
"Alright. Now... cycle it, kid!"
Prometheus begins cycling and begins riding the bike with the aid of his father.
"Alright... Great job, kid!" smiled Joseph, with Prometheus now doing it on his own.
"HOHOHOLY SHIT!!!" laughed Prometheus. "I'M DOIN' IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" he chuckled.
The entire group smiled while watching Prometheus hang out with his Dad.
"Hey," said Kariel. "Sorry about yesterday."
"I apologize as well," said the Reaper. "Nice to see Grandpa have fun with Dad for once, though."
"Yeah. Haha..." smiled Kariel.
The next day...
Prometheus, the Reaper, and Miguel limped out of the bus and walked toward back to their home.
"They look like waddling penguins," said Jedan, as Anna kicks him in the leg.
Athena brings their bags back to home, carrying them on their pack bugs.
"Alright, kid..." said Prometheus. "Let's get us home... Perhaps there will be peace for us within the four walls of our humble cottage."
"Shut up," sighed the Reaper.
The eyes of Prometheus' goggles suddenly widen. "SHIT!!!" Prometheus punches a portal into extradimensional space and hops into the dining room. "GOD-!!!"
The Aswang King is there sipping a rather tiny cup of Earl Grey. The stench of snickering laughter and boney ticks could be heard echoing from each of the four corners of the house. Blue glowing pupils peer from the outside and stare back at Prometheus. His family followed after.
Miguel jumps out of astonishment and fear. "OH SH-!!!"
Prometheus grabs his mouth. "What the hell do you want?"
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The Blood from the Imposter Crown (2024)
Science FictionIn the sequel to "Blood of the Aswangs," join Miguel Azral as he unravels the mysterious truth about his lineage. Thought to be the legendary Aswang Prince, Miguel discovers his true nature as a hybrid of a demon and a Pantheon, his blood holding a...
