333. The Society of the Blind Eye + The List of MM

Yurielle is still unconscious on her bed.

"Hey! Hey, there!" said a voice. "Hello!"

Yurielle, confused, cannot see anything but decides to follow the voice. She tries to listen around, trying to make sense of her situation. 

"Hey! It's okay! C'mere, sweetie! It's me... your Daddy!"

"Daddy?" asked Yurielle. "Where the hell are we?" she sobbed. "I can't see... I can't see!"

"It's okay..."

"Where's Mom!?"

*clang! clang!*

"There are chains..." said Yurielle. "Around my wrist and legs!"

"Me, too..." said her father.

"Where's Mom!?"

"She's gone... sweetheart. I'm so sorry. We... We got into some business with very bad people. Just know that I'm here, okay?"

"HAHAHAHA!!! GERMAN SCIENCE IS ZHE BEST OF ZHE VORLD!!!"

"Daddy?" sobbed Yurielle. "What's goin' on?"

"It's goin' to be okay! No... Look... Tell the Boss that I'm sorry for betrayin' him!"

"Oh, really, now? Did you think about zat ven you let his coordinates be known to Miguel JOJO!?"

"You people are insane!Honey... Find Kariel JoJo! He will survive all this! Find-!!!*GASP!!!**choke!!!*"

"Daddy!" sobbed Yurielle.

Coughing and choking could be heard. Struggling could be heard.

*SNAP!!!*

*thud!!!*

Yurielle grabs her father. "Daddy? Daddy!?" she sobbed. "Daddy!" she gasped and sobbed. "DADDY!!!"

Stroheim's laughing could be heard. "Oh, Yurielle..."

"You... You're the German lady from the store!"

"Perhaps... Ah, well... Too bad, Yurielle Mista... You'll now spend zhe rest of your miserable life as my slave... First test... Vat if a little blind girl gets a Stand!?"

Yurielle kept on sobbing and sobbing. She tries to tear herself out of the chains, but this just causes some of her bones to snap. She kept on crying even more.

*SLAP!!!*

Yurielle feels a sharp pain in her cheek and head as she drops to the ground.

Yurielle kept on weeping.

"Yurielle... You... v'll never find a family again... and you vill vok aimlessly forever."

Now... in the hospital room...

"Daddy..." whispered Yurielle.

Jack smirks.

"It ain't like that you sick bastard... Fuckin' nasty..." said Jill in his head.

"Yeah... I know..." Jack bows his head.

"I would like to be gettin' on with that, though," said Jill.

"Yeah... damn straight so do I..." sighed Jack.

"I am Gabrielle JoJo and I am here to apologize for -..." Gabrielle facepalms and puts the papers down. "I cannot do this..." she sighed, shaking her head.

"Well, you have to," said Miguel.

"I will not apologize for something I didn't do!"

"Well, you have to!"

"But, I didn't do it!"

"But you have to!" said Miguel in a singsongy manner. Miguel eats a banana-Goober-Nutella sandwich. "Y'know what? We should start a band! Like...! A Band called... I, dunno... *GASP!!!* Gabrielle and the JoJos!"

"No, no, no..." said Gabrielle. "Sounds stupid."

"Hey! I consider lots of ideas stupid. That one isn't!" yelled Miguel.

"Who made you the world's greatest critic?"

"Oh, I don't know... God? In fact... probably the best invention of all human society... is this sandwich I made! Then again, anything that was invented was just... made-up by mortals! Therefore, anything that ever existed, words, culture, thoughts, opinions, beliefs... They're just... concepts!"

"Huh..." said Gabrielle. "Ah! Self-Nepotism! Doesn't work that way!"

"Well, technically whoever thought of the Choco-Banana-Peanutbutter-Jelly Sandwich is the true inventor, so no. It's not self-nepotism! Dark jokes! Racist insults! Being a horrible friend! Joking about terrorism! Horrible history! The Americans colonizing the Philippines and other countries they REALLY should've let go of now, or at least turned into states! They're just concepts! Who cares if it offends you! Because it shouldn't! One's opinions shouldn't matter to you because it's theirs and theirs alone! We should just be happy with who we are and love ourselves... and love others even though no matter how much... they've... they've hurt you... and... abandoned you..." Miguel bows his head, remembering his family and his mother, who treated him horribly. "Ah! And you just invented that word, 'Self-Nepotism'! Concept!" 

He had successfully switched the conversation that went from depressing to humor.  I applaud. 

"Thank you!" smiled Miguel

"What's my score?" asked Gabrielle. "For the word I invented!"

"B-Minus. I don't know." Miguel yawns.

"Why do I have to do this, again?"

"To show that you're mature enough to be the bigger woman and admit you're wrong."

"Even if I didn't do anything?"

"Tell you what..." sighed Miguel, putting his sandwich down. "I was in high school. I used to be this kid who no one cared about. Not a single one noticed me there because I was fatefully unlovable. Now, one time, I was framed by this asshole... Tyrone Giovanna told everyone in school that I beat him up when I fought him off in a dumpster. The only person in my life who believed me that I didn't snap was my Aunt Erica. Now... She told me something that I just had to agree with."

"You have to be the bigger man?"

"Yeah! Pretty much!"

"But they'll remember us as the bad guy!"

"That's not up to us! Your father fought them! Your father was the President who fought them! The United States of America! Of course, he would be painted as the bad guy! You, too, unless you apologize! But in the end, they're the ones in the wrong!"

"Wait..." thought Gabrielle. "You've seen the afterlife! Will they at least be punished for what they did to me!?"

"Well, there's this little thing called Calamity. For every little sin, they did like... well... hating the good guy... There will be several hundred individual tiny vexing calamities that they will experience for the rest of their lives! And afterlives!"

"Is that how Hell works?"

"Yeah! Pretty much! And it's horrible! There's one that you die horrible deaths infinitely! It's called Reset to Zero! Very horrible way to punish sinners!"

"Honestly... Wade's war against racism... Josuke's... Thing! And everything my father has ever done."

"You don't really... It's not the Americans' fault! It's actually just the media, Gabrielle! They need content and their content is to rip people like us off! Find every flaw we have and use it to destroy everything we are! It's all about money, Gabrielle! And love for money is the source of all evil! You can't do anything to fight against it except to roll with the punches and let everyone hate you. A wise woman once told me if I'm willing for the world to hate me just to save the world. And believe me, it is so damned worth it.My God! The Goober in your Universe tastes... so much better..."

"What about the Nutella?"

"Meh! Nutella on our Universe would be an 8/10. On yours, it's 7.2/10."

"I thought we were scoring this with a letter grading."

"Yeah! But I'm using human concepts! Hell! Every tweeter user's opinion is a concept within itself commenting on people who have done concepts called sins!"

"But I thought you were the Chosen One! Doesn't the Chosen One rely on the fact that the Universe is a concept that matters!?"

"I'm not saying that it doesn't matter! I'm just saying that we should just take reality with a soft grain of salt and accept that it exists in our lives forever no matter what we do! We should just... accept things the way they are! But if that thing hurts the people we care about that actually matters! Not something like crying over something as measly as fat-shaming and some assholes online defending that person by harassing that person over and over again to the point of suicide! Like... I don't know... Genocide? Or... Anarchy? Or... War? Or... Conquest? These things actually kill people. Rather than hurting the people who don't really deserve it because likely these people are just incredibly stupid or irresponsible, why not stop the people who actually change the world massively and people who destroy lives!? Rather than destroying lives, stop the bad guys! Be part of... well... reality!"

"But, my father being the new Hitler isn't the truth. It isn't reality."

"No one ever talks about the fact that Hitler was a vegetarian and that he was against animal abuse. But yet there he is now burning in Hell for an atrocity he committed, which is killing my people! And here we are, condemning his existence! Hell! He usually possesses people to this day!"

"So... You're saying that I should just suck it up?"

"Yep!"

"But... that would be a breach of our code!"

"What code!? Is it another thing invented by a mortal!? Again! Made-up! All of it! Who cares if they hate you!? Their very opinions on you are a concept! Heaven! Hell! The Universe! Reality! Concepts! But what's important to realize is that these concepts have structure. Without structure, it is only chaos... and life...? It wouldn't matter! That's why we have to stop these bad guys and we have to live by that truth! Bottom line, don't get offended by the stupidest shit and deal with that later while you focus on what's important first! And that important thing is -...!" He chills. "Burr! Saving these measly ungrateful mortals..."

"You're right... I've been so focused on what others think of me, I wasn't even thinking about the fact that these people were hurt yesterday... This was my mistake, and I should own up to it!" Gabrielle sighs and thinks. "Wait... you're Jewish...!? That means... I'm part Jewish!?"

"Why do you think the Grimms were handed stars on the back of their shoulders? God wasn't just doing that for kicks."

"How!?"

"Ah... a bunch of Israelite Christians went to the Philippines... sailed here from the Dead Sea and passed by the Indian Ocean. Then, they mated with the Filipinos. And two thousand years later...! Here we are!Somebody hasn't been reading the books!" smiled Miguel. "Eh... It's alright. You're a good kid."

"What about Law?"

"Hm?"

"Law's a concept, right? Should we take breaking it, lightly? You're a lawyer, right? You should get that!"

"No, no... You see, Law is a measurement. Law is the law. You cannot break it."

"Law isn't Math!"

"Law is a literal measurement. It measures you down... constraining you into a place where you won't be considered an animal. It's what separates us from non-sentient beings... An animal. It's the amount of what you can and cannot do. God made ten commandments to remind us that we have to be measured. Humans made four basic rules in math with even more rules when applying it with even more rules when in different quadrants with even more rules when applied to the sciences! Who the hell are we to question God's creation since you now know he's real and that you should pretty much be afraid of offending the guy!Don't break the law, b-... Young lady."

"Really?"

"I just realized now that you're a version of my daughter. S-... Sorry."

Meanwhile...

Sam walks alone outside of the hospital.

He sighs and takes a smoke.

"Hey..." said Kapitan Timawa from behind Sam.

"What the hell do you want?" Sam immediately takes out his shield.

"The Philippines to get what it deserves from your country..." said the man. "But right now, that doesn't matter."

"How so?"

"You want to do the race, right? But let's say that you don't have to do the race to try and find the DISCs."

"How do you know about all this?" asked Sam.

"From me," said a man behind Sam.

Before...

*CLANG!!!*

*BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!*

Sam blocks the ax and the bullets from a man with a strange metal helmet similar to a toilet seat for a helmet. He has a red shirt, a yellow eagle symbol on his chest, white pants, blue holsters, black gauntlets, black boots, and a massively muscular body.

"Hey! Captain America! You think that you're going to stop me from killing those assholes!?" asked the man.

"These people are just pawns of the Kingpin!"

Everyone behind Sam is a racial minority in America, including African-American, Latino, Asian-Americans, and Southeast Asian.

"Also... The fact that you chose these particular people is kinda fucked up, Chris!" yelled Sam.

"What people!? Just because they're hobos doesn't mean that they're particularly my kind of target!"

"What!? I'm talking about the fact that they're minorities!"

"That is incredibly racist of you! Just because I'm white and they're not doesn't mean I'm racist!"

"The majority of the people you kill are from different ethnicities except for white people!"

"I tried killing more white people before! It didn't work out! Because of my Dad..."

"Oh... Okay... Wait! No! That isn't the point! You shouldn't be killing ANYONE!!!"

"Hahahahaha!" laughed the man. "Fuck that! Everyone in America should be killed equally. Majority and minority!"

"Just saying, we can use our powers to just take him down..." said one of the robbers behind Sam.

"You guys are mutes?" asked Sam.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wilson! But calling them the term 'Mutes' is offensive because that word marginalizes these people!"

"Well, I am one!" yelled Sam. 

"What!? Holy! So am I!" smiled Christopher.

"Yeah! So... Can you not try and kill these people and just have them arrested since they've already surrendered!?"

Chris thinks for a while. "Nah..."

*BANG BANG BANG-!!!*

Sam throws his shield at Chris.

Chris charges, running out of bullets and taking out his ax.

Christopher, with his ax and his Knight's shield, blocks Sam's shield once more, as Sam is now in front of Christopher.

Christopher swings his ax from below and then toward the neck.

Sam ducks, jumps, kicks Peacemaker in the chest, and backflips. He then tosses the shield at Christopher's head over and over again. He then holds the shield and knocks Christopher down.

Sam then knocks Chris down and pins him down.

"I see now..." whispered Christopher. "I promise to kill more white people..."

"I didn't say that! I never said that!" yelled Sam to the crowd watching them and taking a video of the fight.

"No. No. It's okay!" smiled Christopher. "I get it! Microaggressions! Really bad for your health and your safe space. I promise to kill more white people."

"Oh, hell!" sighed Sam.

Christopher grabs Sam's pinky with his. "That's a pinky swear right there. Not gonna lie, this is kinda hot."

Sam punches Christopher, knocking him out.

Everyone looks at Sam. Some are shaking their head.

"Oh, come on! I didn't say anything!" yelled Sam.

Today...

Sam sighs and turns around. "Hello, Chris..." he nodded.

"Hey, Wilson," smiled Christopher Smith, AKA Peacemaker.

"You here to kill me?" asked Sam.

"No... worse..." said Christopher. "I'm going to educate you." Christopher clenches his fists, and so does Sam.

Later...

Christopher, Sam, and Francisco all sit down at a table in Shakey's.

"Anyway... Bill Cipher is a triangular demon who once lived in a 5th World dimension known formerly as William Cipher. He was a being born in a world called Order-C-137."

"When you said 'educate me,' I didn't think you meant that you'd bring me into Shakey's."

"Shakey's is awesome, man," said Christopher. "You haven't tried your Four Cheese."

"Because last time I met you, you tried to kill me," said Sam. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"I'll get to that. Now, Order-C-137 is like this magical place where everyone's a bit of a little bitch there. Now, these weak little bitches, called the Orderians, looked a lot like humans. Now, they had a version of the omnipresent Messiah, also named Jesus Christ. Then there was this prophet, Fortuna and she was pretty sexy. She was pretty much Jehovah's witnesses, but suddenly... she was killed by the Antichrist, William Cipher, son of Lucifer."

"Then what happened?"

"Well... the thing about Order-C-137 was that it was destroyed forever, and William, driven by maddened rage, killed literally everyone, not only in Order-C-137 but also the entire Extraverse-C-137."

"Extraverse?"

"Any Universe in the 5th World.1st World has infinite Infraverses.2nd World has infinite Hypoverses.3rd World has infinite Universes.4th World has infinite Superverses.5th World has infinite Extraverse.6th World has infinite Ultraverses.7th World has infinite Marvelverses.8th World has infinite Exverses.9th World has the 7 terraces Purgatory.10th World has the 9 Circles of Hell.And 11th World has the 7 Heavens."

"So, you're saying that Bill Cipher is from an Extraverse."

"In every world, there is a Christ, and in every world, there is an Antichrist. Today, we have a representation of all the Christs, which is who we think is with you," said Fransisco. 

"Who made the both of you side on ours?"

"Well..." said Fransisco. "We've joined an organization that is against Bill Cipher."

"That is?"

"The Society of the Blind Eye. We're a secret society that would like to aid you and Gabrielle JoJo."

"How can we trust you?"

"We have evidence," said Christopher.

"What do you mean by 'evidence?'" asked Sam.

Christopher takes out some sort of bronze gun with a tank above its handle and a glass bulb for a mouth.

Christopher holds it up to Sam.

Sam stands up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Easy, dude!" yelled Christopher. "It's a Memory Gun Mk. 32. Courtesy of Stanford Pines and Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. It isn't a Portal Gun or a modified vibrator! It's a frickin' gun that helps you remember others' memories! It extracts memories from people's Memory DISCs."

"Oh... okay."

Chris points the gun to his head and Sam leans closer.

"Sir, do you have a permit for that Memory Gun?" asked the Guard.

"Fuck's sake," whispered Chris. He takes out his permit and offers it to the guard. "Here."

The guard nods. "I'll just stay here to see."

"Okay... That puts me at ease. Although, are you really a guard?"

"Do you want me to stay on guard for this or not?"

"I guess... But just so you know, if I die, Gabrielle will kill you."

"Yeah, that's funny," said Christopher.

"Why?"

"Because she can't because I could totally get her. Even though she's a racist and her father caused America's downfall, I could get her because it's kinda hot that we're not supposed to be together, y'know?"

"Ugh..." said Fransisco.

"Jesus Christ..." said Sam. "Wait... why are you two working together? You both have very similar views regarding patriotism, but it's with countries that are currently at each other's throats."

"He's a butt baby for screwing with good American soldiers and I may be a hero who saves the country from people like him-..." said Christopher.

"I strongly disagree and think the vice versa, but proceed," said Francisco.

"-but in the end... We both agree that anarchy's pretty fucked up. With anarchy, both our countries will get destroyed," said Christopher.

"I kinda agree," said Sam. "Even though both of you are jingoistic extremists."

"Keeping the peace is all I do, no matter how many people I have to kill to get it."

"I agree with that, too," said Fransisco.

"Peacemaker joining forces with Kapitan Timawa. Why am I not surprised?"

"Totally," laughed Fransisco. "Now, my Ne-..."

"Oops, oops!" smiled Christopher. "Remember what we learned!"

"We Filipinos should be better by not calling the black people the N-Word!" smiled Fransisco.

"So what do we call these people?" smiled Christopher.

"I kinda wanna kill both of you right now," said Sam.

"We Filipinos should now call them Aprikano-Amerikano," smiled Fransisco.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" asked Sam.

"African-American," said Fransisco.

"Oh... That was... pretty obvious now that I think of it," said Sam.

Christopher's jaw drops. "Dude! I did not get that the first time, either!"

Fransisco laughs.

"I mean, what was that!? Aprikano-Amerikano! Some kind of Filipino coffee!?" laughed Christopher.

"Ah..." sighed Fransisco. "Filipinos are a kind, but very stupid people..."

"And what else did we learn?"

"Kill anyone who says the N-Word."

"See, Sam?" smiled Christopher. "I promised to kill more white people. You're welcome!" Chris winks and smiles while Sam shakes his head and frowns in disgust.

Sam sighs and speaks. "You do realize that you're also white, right!?" asked Sam.

"Me? Pfft!" laughed Christopher. "Peacemaker isn't white! I, Peacemaker, don't see race in himself. Peacemaker is beyond his own skin color.Next, I will kill the privileged! Like, Bruce Wayne!"

"That's a very terrible idea," said Sam.

"What? Why?" asked Christopher.

"Because you might get injured beyond recog-... You know what? Go for it."

"Oh, right!" Christopher points the gun at Sam's head. "Almost forgot to show you horrible memories of absolute horror that could fuck up a person's brain."

"Whoa, wait! I wasn't ready-!!!"

*PEW!!!*

"AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, San Diego, Philippines! Is it good to be back!? The last time I was here, I had a deal with a priest to do it with a Filipino girl!Like, an actual girl! 12-years-old! Priests are fucking sick! Ah, Hahahahahahahaha!!!"

Sam looks up and sees Bill Cipher, talking to a shadowy figure.

"What the hell is going on over there?" asked Sam. "Chris? Fransisco? You there?"

"Waddup?" asked the pair.

"Whose memory is this?" asked Sam.

"We don't know," said Fransisco. "It was a memory taken by Miguel JoJo ten years ago. Gabrielle found it in the Reapercave. Gabrielle gave it to us and we've been studying it for a few weeks now."

"Well, well, well! Hello, Simoun JoJo!" cackled Bill. "I heard that you needed me for something!"

"'Simoun JoJo?'" asked Sam. "Isn't that one of Gabrielle JoJo's ancestors?"

"Or shall I say, Crisostomo Ibarra!" yelled Bill.

"Crisostomo Ibarra!?" asked Christopher. "By God! I still don't know who that is..."

"I'm here to bargain," said Simoun JoJo, the first protagonist.

"What do you wish for us to bargain, JoJo?" sneered Bill.

"I've read about you in Elias' books that I've collected for the Cabin... You're the mystical being from another world... A genocidal maniac."

"Hey! I never wanted to kill my people, okay!? I was made to do that! And that was a trillion years ago! Can you people not move on!? I didn't genocide them, I plunged them into eternal destruction which I wanted to correct! That's why I want chaos! With chaos, nothing makes sense! And when nothing makes sense, nothing will absolve me for my crimes! It's all the fire's fault, baby! Not mine!"

"So, you'll eat our dimension in exchange for pardon?"

"By the great Axolotl the 6th Worlder! Yes!"

"Well, I have faith that you won't get your way... With the people who will one day believe in my cause, we'll take you down."

"Pfft! Yeah, right!" laughed Bill. "14,000,600 realities where you lose and 5 realities where you win. What are the odds?"

"The odds are enough to know that we stand a chance," said Simoun.

"Fine... You want these chances to be solidified and be more probable! Fine! Maria Clara will be pregnant with your child! Yours! If and only if...!"

"If what?"

"You lose... your sanity... your memory... your Stand... your identity... and your Blood as a Grimm!" sneered Bill. 

"Ha!? No way!"

"One for each reality where you win! All of you!"

"Hell, no!"

"Okay, look! All I have to do is to have you killed at the end of your little journey, and you get to be resurrected as a different person! But... I will task you with watching the JoJo Family throughout the whole fucking Multiverse! Don't you want that!? To witness your family's continuation!?"

"I wouldn't... remember who they are at all."

It is revealed that the pair are speaking to each other in stopped time.

Elias is sleeping by the campfire.

Simoun stood before Bill in a clearing while Bill floats above him.

"But... isn't it worth it? Sacrificing yourself to die to ironically spend time with them!? Right!?Going Once!"

"Hey, wait! Let me think!" yelled Simoun.

"Going Twice!"

Simoun sighs. "Fine... Five possibilities that could happen. Very well. But what's in it for you by having these DISCs!?"

"Oh, trust me, Simoun... I'll have everything I need... AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Simoun grabs Bill's hand as light fills everything in the place, shining into Sam's eyes.

Suddenly, Bill puts a Stone Mask on Simoun's face. "I'll extract your DISCs later! AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Now... in the real world...

Sam gasps for his breath in the real world.

"What'd you see?" asked Christopher.

"More than what you did... I need to talk to Gabrielle..." said Sam, standing up.

Meanwhile...

Gabrielle finishes her apology standing in front of the camera, turning it off.

Miguel warps a flower in his hand from a bubble and puts it in Mikaela's hair. Mikaela giggles as Miguel chuckles softly.

"Well? Is it uploaded?" asked Miguel.

"Yes," said Gabrielle.

"Did you cry?"

"No."

"Good. People hate that shit."

Narcos slams the door open. "Gabrielle!"

"Narco, you're supposed to be on bed rest!" yelled Gabrielle.

"Yeah, I know!" yelled Narcos. He is revealed to have an IV cable stuck to his arm. "But Sam has something to tell you about Simoun JoJo!"

"Whoa..." said Miguel. "Who the fuck is Simoun JoJo?"

The camera zooms in to Gabrielle's face. "Either I don't know or I don't remember!" she said with all seriousness on her face.

"Isn't that the guy from the book, The Count of Monte Cristo?" asked Narcos, eating some honeycomb.

"No... That's Edmond Dantes," said Mercuria, polishing her toenails.

"Maybe the guy's related to you?" asked Miguel.

"Do you people seriously not know!?" asked Sam, walking in the room.

"Why? Do you know?" asked Miguel.

"No... If we have heard of him, he's probably not that memorable because we kinda forgot about him..." said Sam. "What's memorable is if like that one guy who actually objects in a wedding for example!"

"I objected to the wedding of the person I love, once!" smiled Miguel. "I should be pretty memorable!"

"Really?" smiled Gabrielle. "How'd you win back Mom?"

"Well... I didn't really-..."

3,000 years ago...

"Anne Zeppeli! Will you take Tyrone Giovanna as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," said Anne.

"And Tyrone Giovanna-..."

"Yeah, bitch!" yelled Tyrone.

"Anyone who has a problem with this, speak now or forever hold your peace!" yelled the priest.

"I OBJECT!!!" yelled Miguel. "I OBJECT A THOUSANDFOLD!!! Don't bullshit me, Anne! You love me... And even if you say you don't, I know! Because I could sense it! If I could sense the end of the world's arrival, I could sense your love at that very moment! Anne! Please! I love you!"

Miguel is sitting in his Time Room, locked forever, alone, while watching his lover with another man. "Oh... right! Parapaparapap! I'm Miguel!" he danced alone in the dark singing to you, the audience. "I'm lonely!"

"Could you be quiet? I have girls over!" yelled Prismo.

"Who's that?" asked a woman

"No one special!" smiled the Cosmic Owl.

"Hey!" yelled Prismo.

"Why? Am I wrong?" asked the Cosmic Owl.

"Just... Hey...!" sighed Prismo.

Miguel sits down in a fetal position while Anne makes out with Tyrone. Miguel watches this, suffering.

Miguel sobs and laughs. "At least she's happy!"

Now...

Miguel sobs and laughs the exact same way as he did before. 

Mikaela cries as well.

"How long have you been alone for 3,000 years-...? Never mind. Stupid question..." said Narcos.

"Well... Shall we check the books?" asked Sam.

The five heroes look at each other.

Mini-Chapter--Maharlican Minorities:

Majority:

Humans (55%)=Normal Humans (Homo Sapien Sapien). More normal, more hopeful, and less possible to be aggressive and corrupt.

Minorities found in Maharlica:

Wesen (24%)=Humans created by Fortisites to have the ability to transform into Animals. They are known as Wesen (Homo Cryptos Sapien) and are divided into multiple different subspecies. They are greatly feared ever since Miguel JoJo announced to the world their very existence.

Metahumans (12%)=Humans created by the Kree who have the X-Gene, allowing them to evolve into powerful humans with special abilities. They are divided into three classes: Mutants (Homo Superior Sapien), Mutates (Homo Supremis Sapien), and Inhumans (Inhomo Supremis Sapien). Mutants gain their powers through stress. Mutates gain their powers via variants of a chemical known as the Supersoldier Serum along with other external stimuli that unlock the dormant but recessive X-Gene, aka the Metagene. Inhumans undergo Terrigenesis. They have several controversies because of their "dangerous ways".

Mediums (5%)=Humans who could see the Supernatural and have a better relationship with Humans than the others creatures. They include the following: Grimms (Homo Sapien Decapitare), Espers (Homo Sapien Esperus), Prophets (Homo Sapien Prophet), and Ghost Riders (Homo Sapien Reaper). Grimms were originally the twelve Judges of Israel who killed Nephilim for a living and later, Wesen and other Supernatural beings. They have been indwelled by the Spirit of Death known as the Phantom Stranger. Espers are psychics who are made primarily to hunt down spirits. They have been indwelled by the Spirit of the Soul known as the Phoenix. Prophets are beings who could see the future and are derogatorily called doomsayers. They have been indwelled by the Spirit of Forethought known as Epimetheus. Ghost Riders are beings who are possessed by the being known as the Spirit of Vengeance known as the Spectre.

Rock Organisms (3%)=False Humans created by the Dark Gems who are made of Silicon. They are greatly ignored by the public because the public does not know which Human is actually a Rock Human. They include Vampires (Homo Petrus Beta Sapien), Pillar Men (Petra Alpha Sapien), Zombie (Homo Petrus Gamma Sapien), and Rock Humans (Petra Sigma Sapien). Pillar Men are known for being usually the rulers of Vampires that turn into stone under the sun. They can control and can create Vampires via bites. Vampires are known as foot soldiers that turn into dust when under the sun that control and create other Vampires and Zombies via bites. Zombies can create other zombies via bites. They turn into dust under the sun, but some variants of the Zombie Virus such as the Quantum Rock Virus allow them to survive the sun. People tend to not think of the fact that these people are actually by far the most dangerous of the beings and most of them are rather violent and aggressive, therefore, should be looked out for. Some are harmless and kind, like Narcos Anastasia.

Extraterrestrials (1%)=Beings from other planets that the public is very worried about. They include Kryptonians, Saiyans, Daxomites, Olympians, Asgardians, Light Elves, Dark Elves, Dwarves, Frost Giants, Eternal Titans, etc. Some are feared because of their incredible power, particularly with Superman, Thor, Captain Marvel, Star-Lord, Hercules, Wonder Woman. Saiyaman, Son Goku, Prince Vegeta IV, and Gotenks.

Special Minorities:

Stand-Users (3%)=3% of the population are Stand-Users. Despite being dangerous, they are known to be segregated because of their difference and "danger" to the majority population.

Not considered part of the population:

Engkantos=A race of spirits from the destroyed worlds and those who have died in the current world in Purgatory.