Delusionalprincess01
In a small, rundown temple hidden deep in the countryside, another figure was wrestling with his own demons. Geto Suguru woke with a gasp, his body drenched in sweat, his skin burning. It was a familiar agony now, this periodic fire that consumed him from the inside out. The heat.
He had awoken after that night, broken but alive, his body having somehow clung to existence. But something was fundamentally, disgustingly wrong. He'd always assumed he was an Alpha, a perfect counterpart to Gojo. To discover he was an Omega, with a traitorous body that ached and burned for an Alpha's knot, was a cruel joke from a universe he already despised.
During these torturous heats, coherent thought dissolved. All that remained was a primal, gut-wrenching longing. A need so powerful it felt like his soul was being physically torn apart. And in the haze of fever and pain, only one name fell from his lips, a broken prayer whispered into the empty darkness of his room.
"Satoru... Satoru..."
It was a betrayal of everything he believed now. He hated the weak, the "monkeys." He was building a world for sorcerers, a world without the suffering that had broken him. And yet, his own body betrayed him, yearning for the one person who had the power to end him. The man he had once called his best friend. The man whose hands had delivered him a twisted form of mercy.
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"You don't get to have a say in my life anymore," Geto snarled, raising a hand, a powerful curse manifesting beside him. "You forfeited that right the moment you chose to be their weapon."
"And you chose to be their enemy,"
"I protected the world you wanted to destroy."
"I wanted to save it from itself!".