Beatle and Sabbath

  “I TOLD YOU TO KILL UNTER LIGHTNING!!! AND YOU DENIED ME THIS!!! HE, WILL PURGE THE MULTIVERSE INTO DARKNESS!!! AND IT WILL BE IN YOUR HANDS!!! You listen to your heart too much… Bah… Well… Fine. I will give you love, Beatle… I will… But I will be forced to show you… how much painful your choice really is. No, I don’t enjoy this! No! I hate this!” The Voice sighs. “I wish you’d see… the bigger picture, kid… Please… or suffer a great loss… at the end of this story…”

  Chapter 1: Anna the Loser

  Black Sabbath was just sitting there before Beatle. Eyes baffled. Maw gaping with subtlety. She just glared at Beatle with such pain and jealousy, not over his love, but for his attention. The very thing she feigned for, as despicable as it was: Her daily ego vitamins. She was filled with cowardice and nausea from what he just said.

  “Anz? Anz,” Beatle snapped her mind back with a Saturn voice.

  “Huh?” asked Sabbath.

  “I said I’m already seeing someone. And I don’t wanna lead you on.”

  “Leading me ON!? Whahahahahat??? How-... No! What? NO!!! If anything, I’m leading YOU on!” she laughed.

  “Her name’s Aphrodite.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Sorry… I just… wanted to prove to you that she’s real.”

  “No. You wanted me to cry over you.”

  “What? Why would I want that to happen with my best friend?” Beatle tilted his head, looking rather confused.

  “I… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

  “Oh… Alright then. I’ll be gardening soon.”

  “Great, I guess. Make sure you do your best on those sunflowers!”

  “I don’t plant sunflowers.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I plant oregano. Totally different, dude. I dry their leaves not the sunflower seeds.”

  “Mhm.”

  “You are NOT paying attention.”

  “Yes, I am!”

  “Sorry… I’ll… I’ll just…”

  Sabbath places her hand over his.

  Beatle stops himself from standing.

  “I’m… worthy… of your love.”

  “No, you’re not.” Beatle gently picks her hand up and places it down on the table. “You broke my heart. You only came back to haunt me. Remind me that I’m stuck with you. Now, you constantly grovel and mask it as some kinda apology, but in reality, you’re trying to keep the narrative that you’re some sorta victim.”

  “Miguel-...”

  “Don’t call me by my slave name.”

  “Miguel, I-...“

  Beatle cringes and scoffs, standing up and walking away. Beatle hands her some cash. “Here. For the bill.”

  Sabbath facepalms, slamming her forehead on the table.

  Beatle sighs and walks away.

  Sabbath stands up and turns to him. “I love-...”

  Beatle stops.

  “N-... Never mind.”

  Beatle sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t blame you. Not anymore. But please remember that I didn’t want to lead you on. Don’t do the opposite to me.”

  Black Sabbath looks down, as Beatle walks away, and Sabbath turns to a handsome, muscular man across the bar, smiling at her.

  Sabbath wakes up, under the bed sheets, with the man having left a note on her bed. ”Traumadumping is kinda cringe, but you were hot, I guess. Not the best tho.”

  Sabbath crumples the paper and angrily threw it to the ground. She stood up in her messy apartment. It smelled terrible, like sweat, and dishes, clothes, and various papers are everywhere. Her daughters are absent, since they now live with Beatle.

  Sabbath groggily walked toward the kitchen and whipped up some terribly-beaten eggs, mixed with water, and some tea, and also some day-old rice left out in the open.

  Black Sabbath turns on the television and sees how the world is doing, which is burning, as per usual, with all the splinter factions of the original Christ Crusaders battling each other. She sighs and turns it off.

  She smells her pits and decides to put on her suit, activating her bird-like wings and flying off the window.

  She sighs, seeing a gigantic lizard attacking town square, breaking the buildings into pieces as Black Sabbath, with a single punch, blows up its head, as its body fell toward the city, only for Beatle to save the city by keeping the creature from falling on any bystanders and gently placing it down.

  Beatle smiles, while many children smile, laughing and waving at him, hugging him and giggling. Beatle asks, “Are all of you okay? Hey. You okay?” smiled Beatle, as Black Sabbath landed behind him.

  “You stink,” said one girl, turning to Sabbath.

  “Hey. That isn’t nice, okay? Say sorry to my friend,” smiled Beatle.

  “I’m sorry, Beatle’s friend,” said the girl.

  “It’s okay…” said Sabbath, nodding softly. “Would you like some candy-?”

  The kid walked away to hug Beatle.

  Suddenly, a woman of great beauty and attraction landed before Beatle, who kisses him, and Beatle pulls away, eyes turning to Sabbath’s, who is clearly distraught.

  Beatle sighs, laughing, resting his forehead on hers. “Aph… Not now…”

  Aphrodite giggles. “Right… Public, yes?”

  “No… Uh…” He turns to Black Sabbath.

  Aphrodite gasps and offers a handshake. “Oh my! I am so sorry! You are-...?”

  “Black Sabbath.”

  “Aphrodite. Goddess of love.”

  “Black Sabbath. Goddess of Bitches Who Don’t Give A Fuck-...”

  Beatle frowns at Sabbath, who looks away.

  Sabbath whistles.

  “Sorry. She’s a friend,” smiled Beatle. “And… mother of the kids.”

  “Ah! Billy and Gabrielle? I love those two!” she smiled.

  Sabbath clenched her fists. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah! They called me Mommy once!”

  Sabbath approaches her and Beatle grabs her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and walking her away, causing her to blush but stayed angrily staring at Aphrodite.

  “Hahaha!!! Such a kidder, this one!” smiled Beatle. He whispers to Sabbath. “What the hella are you doing, dude!? Have you been drinking again!? And you’re making that face whenever you didn’t do good with either me or Death Leopard…”

  “Oh, I’m sorry!” Sabbath rolled her eyes. “I’m not the one with the whore!”

  “Aphrodite is a kind and gentle MILF, Sabbath! She’s also changed from her Greek Myth self! She listens to me, validates me, loves my interests, and actually KNOWS I PLANT OREGANO!!! And she’s just a swell person all throughout! AND SHE HAS AUTISM LIKE ME!!!”

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  “Uh-huh. Where was she in the fight, huh?”

  “IN STARBUCKS!!! What is WITH you, dude?”

  “I can’t just stop… feeling… this way overnight…”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right. But don’t hurt her over it.”

  Sabbath scoffs and walks away. “Guess that evening at the top of Hyatt didn’t matter, huh?”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” asked Beatle, as Sabbath scoffs and continues walking way.

  Meanwhile…

  MacJovial whirs, building… something… A strange new breed of animatronics: The Love Doves.

  Chapter 2: The Revelation

  Beatle and Black Sabbath sigh, walking across the street. Beatle eyes a poster of the new alternate Transformers movie.

  “What the hell, dude!?” laughed Beatle. “Ugh! I just loved it when Optimus killed Soundwave in that new alter movie!”

  Black Sabbath nods. “Mhm. Anyway, remember the top of Hyatt Tower?”

  “What?” asked Beatle. “We were on top? I hate standing on top of heights. Why would I be there, dude? Place is trauma. That’s where… Well… I died the first time.”

  “Yeah, but remember WHAT HAPPENED, there?”

  “Where?” asked Beatle.

  “THERE!!!”

  “Dude, you are not making sense.”

  “Stop that.”

  “What?”

  “Stop evading the question.”

  “Or, maybe I’m tryna protect you.”

  “How the hell would you be protecting me right now!?”

  Beatle shrugs. “Ah… I like the stars…”

  Black Sabbath shakes her head. “Whatever, man.”

  They silently walked.

  “Did it mean anything?” asked Black Sabbath.

  Beatle stays silent.

  “On the tower. Did what happen mean anything?”

  Beatle’s phone rings. “Sorry, dude. It’s Aph.”

  “Beatle-!” Black Sabbath grabs his hand. “Listen… I-...”

  Beatle turns to the road, seeing a child is about to get struck by a truck. He tries blitzing forward but Sabath immediately punches the truck, causing an entire traffic crash. Cars crash upon each other, tearing their snouts into pieces as smoke and burning tires entered everyone’s nose.

  Beatle facepalms.

  Black Sabbath gives a thumbs up, smiling. “Kid’s okay!”

  “YOU COULD’VE KILLED SOMEONE!!!” yelled one man.

  “BOOO!!! YOU SHOULD’VE LET BEATLE-!!!”

  “Hey! She did the best she could. Lay off her, man!” yelled Beatle.

  “Sorry, sir,” said the man, as everyone went off to work and the Athenas, local tiny ant women that work as Maharlica’s staff, began their clean-up, fixing the mess of the debris and towing away the cars.

  Sabbath rolls her eyes and walks away.

  A paint can nearly crashes onto her head but Beatle shields her with his body, causing her to blush.

  “You okay?” asked Beatle.

  Black Sabbath began laughing.

  “What?” smiled Beatle.

  “I remember you totally failed protecting me that one time and instead got us BOTH WET!!!” she giggled.

  Beatle smiled softly and even chuckled a bit. “Yeah. That was 800 years ago…”

  “Anyway… Uh… I had sex with some guy last night,” she smiled. “It was fine.”

  Beatle frowns. “Uh-huh.”

  “Mhm. I know. Guy sucks, right?”

  “Mhm,” Beatle walks away with annoyance laid on his shoulder.

  “Beatle, wait. I-I-I just wanted to SAY that it was like a jokey little-...”

  Beatle flies off, creating a sonic boom. But, he lands back, trying to speak, turning to her.

  “What… What’s wrong?” asked Black Sabbath.

  “I’m sorry. Never mind. I’m late for Aph.” Beatle flies, creating a gush of wind that puts some dust in her eyes, causing her to wipe them clean.

  The next day…

  Sabbath has a stye, now with an inflamed eyelid; she applies tobramycin on her eyelid.

  Suddenly, she hears a cooing sound outside her window.

  Sabbath sighs and takes out a bat. “Fuckin’ space pigeons.”

  She tries to swat them away, only to see a giant Pigeonman stepping inside.

  Sabbath backs away.

  “Crrrooo!!! Message for Sabbath from the CRRROOO Kingdom of Akteon!” he spoke.

  She gets the letter and reads it. “My HELP!?!?”

  “You are the greatest pilot of the Multiverse.”

  “LIVING pilot. The greatest pilot was the original Sabbath and she’s dead. Fuck, Akteon’s on the other side of the world. I need a Pantheon to get there.”

  Later…

  Aphrodite smiles, as Black Sabbath begrudgingly leaves the portal and Beatle just follows after with Aph. Aph smiles and allows Black Sabbath to close the portal.

  Aph offered a handshake. “Hey. I heard you used to be nicer when you guys were in college.”

  “Kindness is transactional, lady. It’s what Christ would’ve done.”

  Beatle sighs. “Honestly…”

  “Mhm,” affirmed Sabbath, almost keeping quiet from the draining wrath she has for this situation.

  The trio is now on a snowy distant horizon, with blizzards constantly crushing all. There, at the end, they see a small city colonized by strange Cavemen wearing various armors similar to the Spartans. Mercenaries, zealots, all the same kind: The Akteonites. Their culture was very brutish and boorish, sporting hairy bodies and masculine body odors even for the women. They were massive, tall, almost the size of Beatle, and absolutely strong. They rode T-Rexes for steeds and ate Mammoth pemmican and meat.

  Sabbath looks at the distance.

  Beatle speaks to a brutish-looking warrior.

  “Excuse me,” said Beatle. “I can sense you are someone of vital importance. Could you please tell me the exact street names of that area on the way to the palace? Like, list ‘em all down, please. A-A-And is the um… Like the city hall. Before or after the-?”

  Black Sabbath intervenes to save him. “How do I get to the palace? Are there any landmarks we would take note of?”

  “I was getting to that-...”

  “Just shut up,” said Black Sabbath.

  “Near the bakery,” said the brutish warrior.

  “Of course! The bakery is the medieval town’s heart!” smiled Beatle. “Thank you, kind Shepherd!”

  “How’d you know he was a shepherd?” asked Black Sabbath.

  “He has those tangles on him clearly made of wool and it doesn’t seem to have a brand. Place is known to brand their items, slaves even. So… No brand. He made the product himself and harvested it himself. Duh!” smiled Beatle.

  Black Sabbath chuckles softly, causing Aphrodite to roll her eyes in annoyance.

  Beatle, Sabbath, and Aphrodite reach the court, and there, they stood before the King, Unter Lightning.

  “Unter Lightning,” Beatle bowed while Sabbath instinctively did so, but Aphrodite realizes they were bowing and politely tried to fix her mistake by bowing, though a little too late. “I am Beatle Saint King. May I present to you, the savior of your town, my first lieutenant and most proud warrior, Black Sabbath.”

  Aphrodite smiles and pushes Sabbath forward.

  Sabbath scoffs. “The fuck, bitch?” she asked.

  Sabbath turns to the tall King, who stomped down the staircase before her.

  He was almost Neanderthal-like, with a sloping head and a jawline the size of two fists with hair of an ape all over his body similarly to a pelt of some kind. He lowered from the staircase. One left leg, one left arm, and his right arm and leg are replaced with cannons.

  “I am Unter Lightning. Back in the day, back when the Americans first got here, I was raised by my kind father, an alchemist who helped toy with life for a company known as Colossus. Few years later, while being sprouted like a damned pea in the lab, the war broke out, and you of all people came into the lab and decimated the scientists I called my family since you believed what they were doing was inhumane. Albeit, your forces were the ones who did so, you, Sabbath, caused the attack’s command. Soon, the Americans came. A cult of sorts and they enslaved us. We were enslaved. We were starved and made to suffer by the damned Human Devils and were forced to feast on the flesh of rats. Soon after, you attacked again and you freed all you could, but then my father and I were not saved by your forces. I don’t know if you were avoiding me or what, but I starved. We starved. Soon after, I buried my father, cut him open and ate his warm flesh to survive the cold winter’s frostbite your Saint King unleashed to this world. Well, now I am King of the Cavemen of Akteon. And what, pray tell, are you here for?”

  “The… Love Doves…”

  “I destroyed them. MacJovial’s armies? That I did. Tell me, again, why the bloody hell are ya here?”

  Black Sabbath turns to Beatle in fear, and Beatle just smiles and shrugs.

  Unter kept descending the staircase.

  Beatle’s eyes widen. “This is a trap, huh? Set up by Mac so we could-?”

  “Face me? Ah. Maybe.”

  “I didn’t sense you…”

  Unter smiles. “I call it Lightning Eyes. Usog that allows me to bend not only the electricity around me, but the minds of fools like you.”

  Beatle warps out his Cain Marker.

  “Ah! I see what you’re doing, there!” smiled Unter.

  “Dude… It was a war.”

  “Ah, Saint King. Far too much of a pussy to intentionally take a life, I see?” smiled Unter, facing Beatle. Unter is 20 feet tall, and Beatle is 18 feet.

  “Look at ya! Cowering in almost humorous fear!” smiled Unter, grabbing Beatle’s shoulder.

  Beatle is frozen by the Lightning Eyes, his Usog, causing Beatle to puke almost instantly.

  Unter grabs Beatle by the throat but Black Sabbath immediately tries to cut him with her bladed feathers, yet Unter just smacks her away.

  “Aph…” said Beatle, but Aph is frozen in place.

  Unter sneers. “Pantheons have no power here, Beatle… Severed her connection to the Earthrealm with pure… faith. Faith in my one true God.”

  “I am the Saint King!”

  “Clearly, you lacked,” said Unter, punching Beatle in the stomach and crushing his ribs. “YOU. FUCKING. LACKED!!!” He crushed his ribs with one punch upon each period of that sentence. He pulls out a bloody fist. He grabs Beatle by the throat and slams him to the wall. “Though, alas, what I cannot understand is why are you still HERE. You and your variants… Or in OTHER WORDS… YOU… HAVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY DOOMED THE ENTIRE MULTIVERSE!!! And you dare try to FUCKING COLONIZE MY PEOPLE!??!” Unter beats Beatle in the face and into the ground. “What was born from your so-called righteousness is A MONSTER!!! GRASPING FIRMLY WITHIN THE RAGE OF MY HEART!!!”

  Beatle whimpers. “Sabbath… Only Aphrodite can get us outta here… Please…”

  Black Sabbath could only hear the beating in her ears.

  “SABBATH!!!” roared Beatle. “DUDE!!!” He whelped.

  Though, she decides to angrily and furiously tackle Unter, beating him over and over, though her punches are noticeably weaker, lacking the shockwaves she usually pulls out from each strike. Suddenly, she is unable to move herself, as the energy, the electricity in her muscles jolt her flesh and allows Unter to puppeteer her.

  Sabbath cries, as Unter cruelly snaps Beatle’s neck, as he fell to the ground, limp.

  Sabbath roars in pain as Unter lets her go, and she hugs his lifeless body. The blue glow from his goggles goes out, and Sabbath sobs, cradling him in her arms.

  Unter sighs. “That man would have been the death of us… I did you a favor.”

  He swayed his hand and his soldiers threw them both into a portal, into the cold snow, where Sabbath held Beatle’s lifeless body, ot… was it…?

  A faint glow escaped from Beatle’s goggles. Sabbath cries and immediately hugs him, and,... kisses him.