Chapter 50: Miguel Wants to Date Anna

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"'For it was the daughter of the Nazarene that had given birth to the new savior...'" read Prometheus. "'And the daughter, a Pantheon of royal blood, shall give birth to a child destined to rule the cosmos.'"

"Whoa...!" smiled Miguel. "What is that?"

"An old prophecy from the Sod Ketava. It's a portion from the real Bible that's been... gone... And so ends tonight's class!" smiled Prometheus. "So! Any plans for tonight?"

"I'm goin' out to date Anna!" smiled Miguel.

"Yeah! Wait, what?" asked Prometheus.

"Yeah! I'm... dating Anna!" smiled Miguel.

"You can't date her," said Prometheus. "She's your adoptive sister."

"Constitution says its legal to marry her."

"What!? Crap... RIGHT!!! Really need to change that law."

"Yep!" Miguel walks away.

"You can't!" yelled Prometheus.

"Why not?"

"Because you're a Pantheon," said Prometheus.

"Yeah, yeah. Half Diwata. I know..."

"Miguel, a Diwata is not a type. It's a tribe from the Pantheon. Your mother may be a Diwata, but she wasn't born one. She was raised by them."

"Yeah? So?"

"So... Just, please! You can't marry her or date her! That is very, VERY important, kid!"

Miguel begins feeling suspicious. "What?"

"What, what?" asked Prometheus.

"You look like you either did something wrong, illegal, or you're lying to me."

"Wha-!? PBBBT!!! No, I'm NOT!!!"

"Hmmm..." said Miguel. "Okay! Then I guess I'll date Anna." He walks away.

"Have YOU been seeing the Nazarene... lately...?" asked Prometheus.

Miguel turns to Prometheus. "How do you know that name?"

"The Nazarene is a Pantheon. He's your grandfather. MATERNALLY, I mean..."

Miguel chuckles. "Okay! What drugs are ya on?"

"I'm serious..." said Prometheus. 

"Pbbt! That's why you didn't kill me? I don't... get it..."

"No... I didn't know at the time! I mean... You were just a kid and all! Haha!"

"What the heck are you not telling me?"

"I'm just saying. You can't have kids! WITH ANYONE!!! That's... dangerous..."

"Because I'm a 'Pantheon'...?"

"Mhm."

"And what is that? What even is that?"

"A Pantheon is a very powerful, powerful being. They ruled the Multiverse as gods ruling over each Earth."

"And what? They're actually aliens?"

"No... They're gods."

"Like... gods... gods...? Sheesh. Always thought I was an alien..." said Miguel. "So, I'm a demigod...?"

"The Olympians. Not really related. The Ennead? Questionable understanding of love by the Egyptians. The Aesir. Not as savage as we all thought. The Diwata... The Diwata are... quite dangerous... Descended directly from the Nazarene... Spawn of the Voice Beyond the Horizon."

"You mean... I'm part... God...?" asked Miguel.

"As it is written..." said Prometheus. "And your bride shall be a Pantheon."

"But... I want to be with Anna..." said Miguel. "I don't... want to be some sort of fucked up Messiah or God! I WANT TO BE A NORMAL-!!!"

"That's why..." Prometheus places bubbles over his face. "For now... Enjoy your date, my child... Love her while you still have time... before... you rule the Multiverse..."

Miguel smiles. "Hey Prometheus! That was a nice story you told me."

"Yeah... Enjoy your date!" smiled Prometheus.

That night, Miguel ran toward Anna, who was waiting, saddened in the rain.

Upon seeing him, she ran into his arms and Miguel and Anna laugh, spinning while the rain got both their clothes wet.

They began slowdancing in the rain and silently keep their foreheads together.

Prometheus sighs, heartbroken by the sight while looking out the window.

"You wiped his memory?" asked Reaper, walking in.

"My mouth slipped..." said Prometheus. "But, thinking about it, I realized that he needs love as much as anyone. I never had love. I never had love from parents. I never had a healthy romance. I was... alone. My mother was annoying and abusive. My father was... whatever the fuck he was. And I grew attached to every male and female relationship I've had. That ruined our friendships. I'm alone. I don't want that for him."

"I get it," said the Reaper. "He's my kid, too."

"Oh, please. Compared to me, you're a total creep!" laughed Prometheus, as the Reaper punches him on the shoulder.

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