A Short Story

  Chapter 1: Black Sabbath’s Entry: 1-6-2533

  I feel awful. I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I am NOT a writer. I am a person who can’t even share anything vulnerable. He considered me shallow. Alas, it has been 500 years since the Original Sin.

  Recap, okay? I am Black Sabbath. Today marks the very day that Miguel was chosen as the Saint King, which led to the series of events where I kissed him and became his lover, leading to the creation of Morningstar, born from the heartbreak of poor Aurora. Truly, how terrible I am for doing so in my youth. That completely sucks because I dislike the idea of celebrating this day. Because I am so filled with cynicism. I fear. I love. I conquered.

  Alas, this is my detail of what happened today. I was so hurt and traumatized that I was forced to write about it.

  So, here it goes.

  On January 6, 2533, we recently learned of some strange readings in the thingie on Beatle’s desk. Turns out it’s a confirmation that there is another fabric in space-time, or whatever mambo jumbo Beatle said. I believe that he means that there is another timeline out there. I don’t really understand it. Beatle speaks in tongues of madness sometimes, but I believe there is some truth in it.

  Recently, he stopped a celebration out of pure absurd and rude behavior. THE WAR ENDED. DOES HE NOT REALIZE THAT EVERYTHING WE WORKED FOR IS [???] Never mind. It’s Beatle.

  Ugh. I dread when he speaks in tongues because it infuriates me when he speaks so differently. Well, Beatle seemed to have learned that there is a way to end this war, and that is by sealing the Trident. The REAL Trident. Seems that Morningstar had lost it long ago. The Trident is a device that was given to her by the Dark One and made her what she is: A being with unfathomable power and horrific strength and madness. She rules with tyranny along with her variants across the Multiverse, answering to Morningstar Prime.

  I hate her. She thinks Beatle loves her still but I think he’s just being weird. I dunno. I hate that he [looks so cute].

  Ugh… Crossed the end of that sentence out.

  Anyway, it is rather funny that this all started upon a misunderstanding in college. It all started when Miguel thought we went to a party in a different place and he felt abandoned. Honestly. Then he confronted and blamed everything on me and I felt like I got the shorter end of the stick. I hate that he doesn’t communicate very well. It’s all his fault that I got hurt, and now, I suffer until this day where he gets to rule and lead while I stay in the backburner.

  [I honestly kinda hate him. But I still]

  I remember one time when we played this game in college. We were told to play a game due to some absent students. I proceeded with the game that confirms our love language. And Miguel wrote that he would take care of some cup. And that cup he would give all the love he can. And meanwhile, I would just watch my own cup. Turns out the favorite cup Ma’am was talking about represents the person you love. Sadly, I was in love with a Professorl. Hahaha. What an idiot. [Honestly, Miguel should’ve]

  [I wish Miguel was with]

  Well, anyway. I remember that. Because on that day, I just looked at the screen and realized how stupid this whole war was for. I lost good men, women, and youthful soldiers out there and literally died, over and over again, and for what? Some high school crush? I feel like I did all this over nothing. A very shallow take, they say, but I cherish that take because it’s what makes the most sense to me.

  Anyway, Beatle pressed the button, and he wouldn’t even tell me what it was for. I was his right hand woman in countless wars, and practically defended him even at the period when he was still an early Superhero. Was it the Black Spiral? Was it the war? Honestly. Fucking stupid.

  Chapter 2: Inchworm’s and Unter’s Letter to the Akteonites

  Akteon I

  Hello. I am Jedan Ligera. Quite the honest day. I seem to have witnessed the end of an entire war with the push of a button. How it was? Why was it? I don’t know, but whatever that button was for, it must have been some sort of nuke.

  Fondly, I seem to have decided to send you a letter, dear “savages” of the continent of Monopolia. Akteonites, we decide to give you sovereignty by the decree of Beatle Saint King.

  Philippines I

  Fuck you.

  Akteon II

  It seems that Akteon had been replaced with a simple letter of profane language. We will catch this prankster and bring him to justice. We apologize for the confusion.

  Philippines II

  Yeah. The prankster was me. Unter. Fuck you.

  Akteon III

  Ah, Unter Lightning. We heard about what had happened to your father. We kindly take no responsibility for such travesties.

  Philippines III

  []

  Akteon IV

  We seem to have lost your letter due to it being blank. We apologize.

  Philippines IV

  No. I put a blank paper there because it is the same amount of thoughts you have in those brain of yours.

  Akteon V

  Fuck you, too, then.

  Philippines V

  Excuse yourself, colonizer.

  Akteon VI

  []

  Philippines VI

  Dear Beatle Saint King. Fuck you.

  Akteon VII

  []

  Philippines VII

  Kindly stop sending me blank papers or I will proceed to wage war against your nation.

  Akteon VIII

  []

  Akteon IX

  []

  Akteon X

  []

  Philippines VIII

  Very well. Meet your God soon.

  Philippines IX

  40,000 Pigs

  40 Tanks of Splooge

  40 Nuclear Bombs

  Chapter 3: Tophbee’s Letter to the Philippines

  Hello. I am Tophbee. I kindly want to implore to you that the war has ended with the push of a button. Rejoice for salvation is here and nigh. Rejoice for we are saved. Upon all the adventures and misfortunes that we have lost, we are reminded by the very fundamental thing God reminds us with, and that is Hope. God has foretold that this day would come through the Word, of whom was made Flesh. And now that Flesh has once again become a Word, a tongue that shivers in the bony spines of the frost deserts of this world.

  Alas, I say that the Saint King is here, and the end is nigh, and the new beginning shall come. Rejoice.

  Chapter 4: Ladybug’s Diary Entry

  My brother had been around for centuries, as I have been, and I manipulate luck, right? Well, bros, he has recently discovered that our world is a link to every known other dimension, and the only way to end this war is to cut Morningstar’s supply chain. What an ingenious move. I find that his intelligence and wisdom is intriguing, indeed for my beloved older brother who raised me as his own. How wise was he to create such a masterful strategy. And tonight, we shall feast.

  Chapter 5: Beatle’s Diary

  REMEMBER: PRESS BUTTON. END THE WAR. CHECK.

  Garden Watered CHECK

  Tea Brewed CHECK

  Wine Cellar Fermenting CHECK

  Cooked Breakfast CHECK

  Breakfast: Egg Malasado and some Sliced Toasted Bread. Black Coffee.

  Tell Sabbath about the button? NO. I don’t trust her with the knowledge because Morningstar used the device to traverse time and create the Multiverse, starting this whole war. I do not want Anna, or Black Sabbath I mean, to go through what Aurora did as well, and become another Morningstar. I will not let what happened to Ruru happen to Anna as well. [I love her]. I care about her a lot.

  I am [Battle] Beatle. [Hi.]

  {DRAWING OF CAT EMOJI}

  I love food. I wonder what I will have lunch for today. The button. I did it. I ended the war IG yay.

  Feed Troops: CHECK.

  Feed Orphanages and Hospitals: CHECK

  Paperwork: CHECK.

  War: ENDED.

  Man, I’m hungry. LUNCH.

  How odd. People seem to be loud outside. I kindly went outside and told them to be quiet since I was eating with my family. I wonder why. The war ended, but many died. What’s there to celebrate? The end of a burning flame? Celebrating the ashes? That it’s over? Alas, they do not realize that we stiil must rebuild, since 97% of Humanity died out from that battle. Alas, I must enjoy my tea and my time with my family. Alas loud noises make me wanna curl up and cry in a fetal position. Man, I always suck and lose all the time.

  I hate that Sabbath is angrily staring at me. Did I offend her about commenting on her choice of cupware? Ah. I did. Now she mentioned the story in my head back in college. I chuckled and blushed, validating her memory that I remembered the whole game, but she got more annoyed. She said I didn’t and I should just be silent. I apologized and gave her some tea which she poured out in the sink. I felt awful for whatever I had done. I nodded and went to bed.

  I woke up at evening.

  MUSHROOM FARM: CHECK.

  Time for turmeric and whole milk with some wheat bread. Ah. I missed the feast. My little brother and I had a talk about Star Wars and then he kissed me goodnight and slept. Alas, I must rest. What a wonderful day with my family.

  I hate being autistic. I hope Black Sabbath is okay. And my cute little brother. Meanwhile, those two were too busy writing the letter. Had to take a nap since my back was broken in the battle. Now I’m healed. I feel… lonely… I just gave each of them a kiss good night and went off to bed. I prayed. Good night.