The Man in the Suit, known as the Goat, smiles, dancing in the moonlight as he offers a handshake to Anna, who reaches out for his hand…
In the private jet at the airport, Miguel and Aurora sighed, walking out of the plane while the staircase was placed before them.
Miguel blows wind out of his mouth. “Mom and Tita Mommyta are supportive.”
“And your Dad?” asked Aurora, holding his hand.
“Called me a blasphemous bitch and disowned me again,” said Miguel.
Aurora sighs and shakes her head. “You can do this. I am the first person to believe in you… Saint King,...” She smiled, winking and smelling his lack of actual smell.
Miguel listens to the song, “Wonderlust King” by Gogol Bodello.
Miguel, is brought to the palace of the High Rome, where he is seated at the right Hand of God’s throne, and crowned with thorns that shockingly do not injure him.
“He is here…” said the High Priest, who bows before him along with the entire High Guard.
Miguel is horrified as a light from above shone on his head along with a white dove,
The Voice spoke. “This is My Son, of whom I am yet to be pleased…” echoed the voice in every mind of every believer of all known religions…
Many social media artists began commenting on this… “event”....
“Well, well, well… It seems the High Roman Church sure is making BIG NEWS,” said a silly YouTuber with a beard and long hair. “Massive oopsie doopsie on the part of all atheists and agnostics out there. The Saint King is real! Personally, I think this is total bullshit, though.”
A Swedish YouTuber laughs at this. “What about the other religions, huh? Apparently, they just don’t matter anymore? Hm? Have we been living a lie? Everyone knows this is bullshit, come on!”
An Irish YouTuber laughs. “Nope! This is… This is a complete scam, guys. C’mon. No offense to your religion, alright? But WHERE’S THE PROOF!?!?”
A British Minecraft YouTuber sighs. “No comment.”
“What?” asked a YouTuber also with long hair and a goatee, known for his conservative beliefs. “Are we just supposed to believe that we’re all going to get judged and go to Hell? This guy must be a megalomaniac, right?”
“What do you mean?” asked Miguel, horrified, staring down from his wooden chair turned gold while the High Priest continued speaking to him.
“Sort them out… Judge them…” said the High Priest.
“No…” said Miguel, flying up.
Aurora gave a proud look at him.
“You will not fulfill your destiny if you don’t,” said the High Priest.
“You just want me to take out humanity just like that?”
“We don’t want it. We have been commanded for the sole purpose of redeeming humanity.” The High Priest's voice boomed into Miguel’s own thoughts, taking him aback, but he ultimately rejects it
“But I don’t believe causing a rapture that takes away the lives of all Humans is the answer!” yelled Miguel.
“There is no other way…” said the High Priest.
“There is always a way!” Miguel boomed as the room fell silent. The people in the livestream are shocked by Beatle’s attempt to speak against all this. “I am NOT A JUDGE, JURY, AND/OR EXECUTIONER!!! I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT THAT NO MAN ON EARTH HAS THAT RIGHT!!”
“You are not a man…“
“Well, I wish I were,” said Miguel, flying up. “I’ll find my own way of saving this world… Don’t know how, though…” Miguel flies up into the sky, creating a sonic boom.
Suddenly, a trumpet was heard from the skies above, and the Behemoth rose from the ashes of Rome. The Behemoth, a gigantic mammoth-like creature, stomped its way into the city. Its feet hammered its way toward the great seven hills.
Miguel senses this and flies toward the creature before it lands on the city. He lifts its gigantic foot up and pushes it away.
Miguel yells at the creature, booming his voice and yelling out, “RETURN TO WHENCE YOU CAME!!!“ And the skies opened up, and it swam up in the atmosphere, leaving the world.
The world is absolutely horrified, seeing Miguel’s actions on screen.
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Many YouTubers laughed at their comments in the past. Others begrudgingly feared death and the test God fated Humanity. But utmostly, most were silent, since on that day, the Saint King is born.
Beatle closed his eyes, flying like a jet in the sky, and closed his eyes, remembering many years ago…
Anna sighs, giving him a star pillow.
Miguel blushes upon grabbing it, then embracing it.
Anna smiles as Tyrone gives him an irritated look.
“A symbol of our friendship,” Anna smiled kindly. “You gave me hope… back then…” she smiled.
Miguel, however, felt something else. “You gave me hope as well… when I wanted to hurt myself…”
Today… Beatle Saint King dodges a group of bullets, now wearing his iconic costume. His silver cowl, his red gloves and cape, his white torso, and the blue pants with the streaks on the sides of his torso. Shockingly, he had no insignia.
Beatle flew over the Middle East, as the two countries of Canaan and Philistine continuously shot at each other, only for Beatle to protect the poor Philistines, who the Canaanites shot at. Beatle catches all the bullets and smashed a few tanks only to be condemned greatly by the High Roman Church.
Beatle smiles and winks at the camera before giving a peace sign.
Beatle flies away…
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?!?” asked Aurora, slamming the paper on the table.
“I smashed some tanks and stuff and saved the world from destruction! Yay!” smiled Miguel.
“Miguel, I am YOUR GIRLFRIEND! You just caused international controversy that will be injurious to our own company! We have many stakeholders from countries that support Canaan!”
Miguel smiles and shrugs. He sees she’s angry, so he hugs the star pillow Anna gave him.
Aurora sighs and hugs him.“Listen. I love you, Miguel. But it isn’t right.”
“Why? I saved a country.”
“They’re calling you a knock-off Superman.”
“Honestly, good. Flattery IS the best form of compliment. And honestly, those who hated the movie are just cultists who believe in a god that doesn’t care for them or just extreme obese conservatives who really like fucking their own sisters.”
“I know… But the world is a lot more complicated than that, my love… People are questioning our motives now… The President hates me… And now you’re a target, too.”
“I just want the world to be safe… To live and experience rather than survive.”
Beatle closes his eyes and sighs, facepalming.
Aurora smiles, hugging him. “I know. You’re a good bean, love. You are so much more than what they say you are…”
The next day, Beatle stops the Beast, a massive black creature with snake-like heads that breathed fire and attacked Manila.
Beatle flies into the city and punches the creature, though as softly as possible, and avoids injuring the creature from his own strikes, lifting its body up from sharp objects every time it was about to get itself injured. Beatle blocks its flames from the sky and lands in a building, meeting Michael, who is working with Aurora as a stakeholder. Aurora facepalms.
“Hey, loser,” smirked Michael, speaking in a fake Russian accent. “Just striking deal with your girlfriend, little bro!”
“Dude, that accent is so fake…” Beatle said before the creature’s tentacle drags him away and crashes him into the next building, but he magically fixes it with his hand, and heals the injured individuals inside. The being growls and shoots at Miguel the Saint King, who knocks it out, only for a strange man to shoot it in the face with a stinger before flying down with his bee-like mech suit. Suddenly, a man with stretchy powers kills the creature and knocks its teeth in.
The duo smiles and lands behind Miguel, sighs.
“Guys, come on. I gave you powers with the sole vow to give all living things the chance to autonomy, kindness, and dignity.”
“Dude, c’mon, man,” Inchworm sighs as the crowd smiles and cheers for the trio of heroes.
Beatle listens to Punkrocker by the Mighty Crabjoys on his iPod, sharing a good smile on his face… They shook the hands of every person, but the kids started laughing and trying to speak with Miguel, who smiled back at them kindly patting their heads and asking if they are all okay.
But then… A woman from the crowd shook Beatle’s hand. Miguel’s smile withers away. “Anna…?”
Anna cuts his sentence short. “Hi, Miguel. I’d like to speak to you.”
Miguel gives a horrified look…
…
That evening, Miguel speaks with Anna on top of a Hyatt tower. The city lights were absolutely beautiful, shining through the darkness like a beacon of stars in the darkness. The city was quiet from up there, and the pressure in her ears even showed the height of this place.
She smiles, looking up to the sky. “I missed you.”
Miguel was unresponsive, landing on tiptoes and just waddling to the ledge of the building, before flying up and floating midair.
Anna sighs. “Wait. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to say that I was wrong for believing Tyrone.”
“I forgive you. I just want nothing to do with you. Unless you’re in trouble, then I’ll save you.”
“Why do you constantly think that everyone you meet is someone to love, trust, and care for?”
“Because I can do it.”
“You couldn’t before.”
Miguel closes his eyes and bows his head.
“But now you could.”
“I always could.”
“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry. Just agree to disagree.”
Miguel shakes his head in annoyance. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to say that I love you.”
Miguel sighs. “You are a devout Christian. Seems to me you only love me because I’m the Messiah.”
“I’m sorry. Can I please act as your mouth? You clearly need a lawyer and advisor. That’s the least I could do.”
Miguel’s nose twitched. “Fine. Be my lawyer. Just please treat me with kindness this time.”
“I really am sorry for that night.”
“Dude. I wanted to hurt myself that night… Why did you not believe me?”
“Because I loved Tyrone.”
“Yeah.”
“But I love God more.”
“Mhm.”
“What if Tyrone was the Messiah. Would you have done the same?”
Anna stayed silent.
“I’m allowing you back into my life because you are one of the smartest and best lawyers I know. That’s it. Thank you,” Miguel flies away. Her hair and dress are both blown by the wind…
