A champagne bottle was shaken and its lid was popped into the air, striking into the damned eye of Miguel, who proceeds to grab his eye and rock forward and backward to avoid stress.

  Myrmex sighs and pats his back gently while America Ninjaheim laughed, still holding the emerald clandestine bottle in his hand.

  America howls. “Today, we dine! EAT, BRETHREN!!!” He brushed his furry chin with his wrist’s knuckle. He hooted like a monkey. “EAT!!! Go on, Homo Sapiens.”

  “America, do not…” growled Unter. “Enjoy the occasion.” He eloquently nodded to Gerard and Robin, Groom and Bride.

  America spoke to three men and a woman, who each quietly whispered.

  “You also realize that this is just a good show to not think about what is happening right now. This isn’t a partnership. This is colonization,” said America.

  ”Hush…” said the woman. “The mutt listens…”

  Miguel is indeed listening, through his ears that were heightened like a bat’s. He listened, very intently to each word and phrase spoken in the party, but he had a hard time focusing on one conversation. He stims, flapping his hands and slapping his face to calm down.

  Upon the slap, some of the guests were intrigued and concerned with him.

  Myrmex proceeds to hug Miguel, gently reminding him with words. “You’re play. You’re okay… We’re all okay…”

  Miguel sighs and he twitches his head, muscles twitching on his face. “They make me sound like I have ulterior motives with the deal. I have to be a role model. And people keep just… thinking bad things about me…”

  Myrmex smiles and snuggles on his neck. “Their perspective wouldn’t define who you are.”

  “You,” said an Akteonite.

  Miguel doesn’t maintain eye contact, but does observe. “You’re a reporter.”

  “Yes… for Akteon…Studied abroad. What are your motivations with creating this alliance? Are you representing the economic powerhouses of Maharlica?”

  “No. I don’t care about that.”

  “But you illegally entered this country in turn. Many question your motives.”

  “People are going to die,” said Miguel. “If I don’t step up and unite Beatle’s world… stop Stefan… stop this incoming war… Stefan will kill us all.”

  “So, you need resources.”

  “I need this world before Stefan has it.”

  “Well, Stefan is a Black Spiral. Many Akteonites are beginning to agree more with Stefan, however. Why should we be forced into subjugation by your people?”

  “The Black Spiral are murderers and cultists who believe in a destiny that is all but naught,” Miguel stimmed again, shaking his head and flapping his hands.

  “Well, some of us believe that the Black Spiral was intended to bring back Akteon into its glory days. A nation of Superheroes. Why are you stopping this? Are you sided with Casin?”

  “PEOPLE WERE GOING TO DIE!!! WHY AM I SO EVIL FOR CARING!?!?” Miguel stomped his foot and slapped his face over and over, screaming.

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  And everyone fell silent and turned to Miguel. Cooking, talking, artistry, entertainment, all brought to a halt, because of his little tantrum. Again, he looked down to avoid eye contact.

  “What is in it for you…?” asked the reporter. “Why are your fighting so hard? THERE MUST be something.”

  “Absolutely nothing…” Miguel slammed the table, turned, and walked away.

  “Freak…”

  “Creep…”

  “What a weirdo…”

  “I feel sorry for him, honestly. He needs professional help.”

  America smirks, speaking with his allies. “I got a call from someone who actually agrees with-...”

  The doors slam open, and Unbreakable and Eradicator walk in withs everal Black Spiral soldiers.

  “YES!!! WOO!!!” yelled America, while Eradicator rolled into the clandestine halls.

  “What have you done?” asked Unter.

  “Lemme just tell you something… Eradicator here and his champion shows us what a real hero is. The strongest. The person who does the coolest visuals and the person who acts and looks the strongest! Who can do what others cannot! THAT is a hero!” he smiled. “Unbreakable…” America shook Unbreakable’s hand. “Would you show us what it means to be a hero? We offer you contract deals… you will be a celebrity with my money.”

  “Your money?” asked Stefan, who proceeds to melt America’s brain, shocking everyone as America’s body fell limp on the crystalline floor.

  Stefan speaks up. “He had no honor. A traitor to your kind. You people… are right. We offer a solution to protect your world from theirs. Colonists. I, Unbreakable, shall be the shield you will ALL hide behind.”

  Several men in suits from other kingdoms approach Stefan.

  “Mr. Unbreakable! How would you like a deal in politics?”

  “How about a seven movie contract?”

  “Wanna host my own TV Show?”

  Unbreakable laughs.

  Miguel approaches him, still avoiding eye contact as he stumbles toward Stefan. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here as a guest, my friend! Now, I am not here to fight!”

  “You’re a monster who kills my people.”

  “I am saving your people… As I will save these…” He sneered.

  Miguel gives a look of disgust. “This was supposed to be Gerard’s day.”

  “Now, it’s a day for all Akteonites… unity with Maharlica…”

  “What the hell have you been up to?” Miguel squints his eyes.

  “I killed some Nazis recently…” smirked Stefan. “Redeemed them. Brought ‘em to Heaven…”

  Miguel’s eyes are horrified.

  Meanwhile…

  A movie trailer finishes on screen. “Unbreakable the Movie! Now in Cinemas!” The screen switches to an onscreen TV Host with Stefan.

  “So… I heard that you’re the guy who thinks saving people is by killing them!”

  “Killing bad people… People I deem terrible. I after all am the second St. King! The Unbreakable Saint King!” smiled Stefan.

  The people cheer for him. Others spoke in disgust.

  “Mhm? Oh! Stefan? The Unbreakable? He’s a lunatic! A crazy person who believes that he kills people who wrong himl He deems all of ‘em evil!”

  “Stefan? He’s a Goddamned hero. I heard he melted aa guy’s head for being an all-out bully. I’d like to see that.”

  “Stefan? Why are we talking about him? He is a killer!”

  “A Goddamned symbol for those who don’t walk in line with Maharlican people. And Monopolian lives for that matter. Anyone who fights against Nazis is a friend of mine”

  Miguel turns on Stefan. “Are you people crazy!? STUPID!!? Don’t you see he’s a bad guy! He kills children!”

  “Drug dealers!”

  “Fake news!” roared Miguel.

  “Look, kid. We know that you’re all emotional and autistic and stuff and you’re using it as an excuse,” said one reporter.

  “No!” yelled Miguel. “This MAN is a MONSTER!!! He is NOT the Saint King!” Miguel closes his eyes, realizing what he’s about to say.

  “Then who is? On what authority do you speak this?” asked a reporter.

  “My own. I AM… THE SECOND SAINT KING!!! I AM… THE ASWANG KING!!!” roared Miguel, rocking his head forward and backward.

  Stefan bursts out laughing, but the reporters gather all around, which actually angers Stefan.

  Miguel gives Stefan a pragmatic smirk, as Stefan is honestly angered by his mere look.