Myth and Stories

Louche

He hated his name, and the names of everyone before him, branded into his collarbone like he was some animal.

To them, he probably is.

He was born and Omega, so he must obey his master Alpha. To blood and sacrifice and torture and whatnot, he must obey. Not rocking the boat meant safety and humiliation, disobeying meant absolute torture and certain death.

Maybe they'll even let you keep your tongue to scream.

His master was kind and generous and actually cared for him, unlike the previous three and a half. He liked it here, he felt human here, he thought it would last forever. You know, him not being reminded that he was less than a chihuahua every five seconds.

He was pretty, he knew that much. Apparently the trend these days is pretty boys that couldn't do a damn thing with their hands. He could do many things with his hands, he could probably demonstrate at least seventy different ways to kill with a string and a feather with his nifty fingers.

If he can actually use them, he can slaughter every single one of them in this god awful house.

But he was an Omega, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, the truth finally came out on his sixteenth birthday.

He was once the brightest pupil in the highest military academy, now he was reduced to licking a half grown boy's palms like the dog he is. When you think about the shortage of animals these days, he was treated like useless trash, far worse than even the annoying mosquitoes and flies.

It's not his fault that he was born into a family that prided itself on masculinity, of killing and shooting and making others feel worse than they already are. It was a stupid thing, the virus made by the government going wrong and all they did was blame it on the victims and the children. He has killed many people like that, and he would be lying if he said he did not enjoy it.

But now, the greatest assassin of all time was reduced to a snivelling little boy locked into a cage with chains around his wrists and ankles, tear marks forever embedded on his face.

His master is a little boy just nine years of age, treating him more like a strange older brother than a pet his father had given him.

Omega is only a small portion of the population, and because of their extended strengths, treated with distaste and horror. When an Omega is captured and passed to a high-up family, there is no going back.

Omegas live forever.

His name starts with L, through the centuries, it has always started with L.

Lose, Lost, Lord.

Louche (strange)