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Theseare Omegas?

I don’t even know what the fuck an Omega is, but I know what fear looks like. I know what prey looks like. And this? This isn’t sport. It’s a fucking slaughterhouse!

“Uh. Is this legal?” Wilder leans forward, pausing his game.

“What the hell were we thinking? We made this?” Genesis frowns.

“We’re fucking monsters…” Saint opens one eye and shakes his head…

“This isn’t a game. This is a fucking genocide,” Pierce mutters

“For once… I couldn’t agree more,” Echo snorts.

My mother steps forward, hands clasped around a staff and her excited voice rings out as she point to a hoard of beings called Alphas, who they let out some barbaric ass chant then…

“Omegas,” she sneers. “Speak your rules.”Rules… for Omegas and oaths for Alpha’s… what kinda shit is this?

But fuck that… I watch with gritted teeth as the guards begin stabbing at them on stage and my heart beats so fucking loud when I hear their words that fill the arena as those fucking orbs circle around them slowly, broadcasting each of their faces. Some in tears, some looking dead already, and some standing with dread and hope.

“We enter by choice or chain. We are prey. We may run, fight, or die. If claimed, we are no longer our own. If we cross the boundary, we die. If we reach the checkpoint alive on theseventh day, we may earn freedom. There is no mercy. No savior. This is the Hunt.”

“FUCK THIS!”we shout together, and it’s as if it’s one fully coordinated attack,we move perfectly in sync like we’ve done this a thousand times.

Wilder, Gannon, and Genesis shoot forward in blurs of orange, blue, and gold, crashing into the stage like fucking meteors. They snatch the Omegas into their arms without hesitation, shielding them with wings, shadows, and raw muscle as screams erupt from the onlookers.

At the same time, Saint, Echo, Pierce, and I rise into the air. My body buzzes with heat, my horns pulse, and my miasma flares so hard it makes the clouds overhead ripple.

I drop hell on this mother fucker, power exploding from my palms, slamming down into the stage like divine wrath along with as my bothers. Stone statues shatter, pillars crumble and collapse. The central platform is obliterated in a flash. The crowd panics, and I barely hear my mother scream.

“MILORDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” I ignore here, hell, we all do, but she keeps going as my father holds her back. “THIS IS TRADITION! THE HUNT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A SACRE?—”

I snarl, rounding on her, my tail flicking like a live whip as I hover midair, panting from the release. My brothers gatherbelow, their arms full of frightened Omegas, eyes darting between us and the rubble.

“Fuck you! This,”I pause and point to the Omegas.“Was a never a fucking tradition! This was a slaughterhouse dressed in ceremony!”I grit out as the fire burns hot behind my eyes.

“LORD LUST, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” her voice rings out, skin fire red, eyes all black while flaming with literal fire as she cries lava tears.

“Oh I understand plenty, and we still don’t give a fuck,” I let her know, eyes cold, low and heavy lidded, as the air snaps around me. The crowd hushes as my voice cuts through the ash and chaos, sharp and full of command.

“This Hunt is over. Forever, and with all disrespect… fuck tradition!”I growl, landing on the rubble, causing the ground to split.“Oh and if any of you sons of bitches have an issue,”I pause and smirk, razor sharp teeth showing, feeling my horn grow and my body become taller.“Then come see me,”I point… but of course no one dares. They all shuffle out, screaming like the roaches they are.

After that, my brothers and find staff and order them to take the Omegas away and give them everything they need with warnings that theywilldie if we hear anyone try anything. By the end of the night, I barely have the energy to crawl in my Jessica Nest, but when I do, I stare at the ceiling, heart unsettled.

Then write in my journal…

I think I'm dying... hell is a harsh place... I've popped open all of my bags of panties! There is little smell left. I never want to come here again. They will have to drag me from the depths of my Sweet little baby before I leave her side. This place divine punishment...

What the fuck kind of monster was I to call this place home?Yeah I can never let Jessica come here.

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Frank

My brothers and I sit in the counsel room on thrones with a bunch of demon voices growling in unison.

This room stinks of desperation and overindulgence…