Miguel slowly opens his eyes. "H-Huh!?"
Before him is a fox woman who is tending to his injuries.
"This dream again? Ugh... Please be gentle-..."
The fox woman slaps his face.
Miguel, Prometheus, and the Reaper are revealed to be
"Ow!" yelled Miguel.
"Miguel, please. Don't flirt with the help. Not only do you already have a partner, but she's helping me, too, and you'll scare her away with your icky boyhoodness..." said the Reaper, being sewn up by Anna. "OW!!! DAMN YOU, CHILD!!!"
"S-Sorry, Mr. Reaper..." said Anna.
"Whatever... It's cool. Sorry..." 220
Prometheus, meanwhile, just stared at the wall.
"Mr. Prometheus?" asked Miguel.
"He's been like that since two days ago," said the Reaper.
"I'VE BEEN OUT FOR TWO DAYS!?!?" asked Miguel. "MR. PRO!!? MR. PRO!!!"
Prometheus' hands are shaking and his eyes quiver, trying as hard as he can to remove the holes bored into his wrists and feet. "TCH-!!! TCH!!!" His lips shiver with no pain, but fear. His eyes look terrified and afraid. "GUH!!!" He grabs his head, looking like he's about to break.
"It's all right, Dad... Come on..." Athena, as small and tiny as her body is, still hugs Prometheus' arm. "You'll be fine."
"F-F-F-Fine... Fine... I'm fine... Fine... Fine...
Fine..."
Flashes of the times he was on the ankh occur.
He remembers evil extremists screaming and cheering on his death. They raise their hands and dance, frolicking like cultists.
He bleeds on the ankh, nailed to it while the people beat him from below and stab him repeatedly with broken pipes and spears carved out of fences and electric posts. He sobs, screaming in pain while extremists watch the livestream on the news and revel in his death.
"MR. PRO!!!" The dying Prometheus saw a light and heard a voice from it. "MR. PROMETHEUS!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Prometheus sobbed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
And now... He snapped...
Prometheus' voice shook as he started slapping his head over and over.
"Mr. Prometheus!" yelled Anna, Lord, and Jedan, holding his arms so he wouldn't hurt himself.
"Wh-Wh-Where am I!?" asked Prometheus. "Shit! Where am I!?"
"It's okay," said Anna, grabbing his cheeks. "You're safe... You're with us..."
"The screams..." He grabs his head. "I s-s-still... hear them... screaming..."
"What happened to him?" asked Miguel.
"I dunno..." said the Reaper. "I just woke up recently as well..." The Reaper immediately sees the holes in his wrist. "No... He didn't-!"
"I heard the screams... They just k-k-keep screaming! WHY WON'T THEY STOP SCREAMING!?!?" he howled.
"He was crucified..." said Anna. "He left 6 hours before you arrived and was probably left hanging on some sort of stone. There was debris inside the holes of his wrists and feet."
"How did I not see him!?" asked the Reaper. He gasps. "The Mirror Eyes." 221
"What do you mean?" asked Miguel.
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HumorThe Gospel Truth According to Miguel Azral 1. He's AN ORPHAN... He's CONFUSED... And he's JOJO POSING... Miguel Azral is a teenage boy who was orphaned by his stepfather, since he was too dirty, TOO ENGLISH-SPEAKING... AND TOO... ASWANG!!? TURNED IN...
