OMEGA

Chapter Four

Omega's POV

I was out on a mission for Father.

He sent me to my planet Eagye to kill the man who was rising up to be a dictator.

I was chasing him threw the forest for my own amusement.

I could've killed him hours ago, but Father always allows me to play with my kill.

"Running isn't going to save you, Zyefil!" I yelled in his native language as I chased him.

I could hear him panting.

I could see him sweating.

As I watched him trip, I dashed forward and shoved him to the ground.

"Please!" he yelled, crying. "Don't kill me!"

"Any why would I not?" I asked with an evil grin on my face.

"I can make you rich! I can give you anything that you want!" He told me as I put my foot on his chest, holding him in place.

"I may have taken you up on that offer, but killing children, rapping men and women, scaring people into backing down and trying to take over my planet? Those are things that I can't overlook. Goodbye Zyefil. I hope you suffer in Hell."

I held out my hand and I slowly pulled the water out of his brain, making him scream and suffer more than necessary.

Once the water was out, I put it into my endless flask that I always keep strapped to my leg, next to several of my weapons.

I pulled out a dagger and bent down, ripping of the mans shirt and carving an omega into his skin, letting people know that it was me who killed him.

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In the eight seven thousand nine hundred and fifteen years that I had worked for Chaos, he had never once asked me for a favor.

Until today.

My father walked into my room and sat on my bed.

"Omega," he said and I looked up from my book, "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Well this just got interesting," I said as I put down my book and sat up. "What is it?"

"I'm sending you back," he told me and I raised an eyebrow.

"Back where?"

"Back to Earth."

"Yes Father, of course. Whatever you need," I said as I stood up. "Why am I needed there?"

"Gaea is rising again. The Titans have sided with her. This is going to be longer than your usual assignments."

"How long?"

"A few months in Earths time."

"Why would I be needed that long?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

"They haven't risen yet. I'm sending you there so you can be apart of a quest that will help you find yourself. You can act normally on the assignment."

"Dad, what does that mean?" I asked and he shrugged, ignoring me.

"Pack, you shall be leaving tomorrow at eight."