I must have been around eight when my mother decided I was worthless.
She was never exactly loving before that — but she tolerated my existence.
I was expected to be useful. Something she could display. A valuable pawn.
After all, she had sacrificed her body to bring me into this world. And her time.
That was the monologue she opened every morning with.
Until I turned eight.
Presenting that early was rare — even in a world where second genders had only appeared a few generations ago.
Too early, they said.
I agree.
It was too young to die in your mother's eyes.
And yet —
I was abandoned.
Disposed of.
Deemed worthless.
But you've already met Lucrezia.
I'm sure you figured out her personality without me spelling it out for you.
So- Luther.
Let's give you a bait. See how you react. Give you just enough.
"I was an omega. A poisonous one. Not at your level, of course, but still. Enough to be a problem. I was-"
Just a small crack.
A peak into who I really am.
Who I was.
Not enough for you to figure it out.
After all, the magic of the game is the chase after the truth.
"I am an artificial alpha. A superior race, if you may. Pheromones strong enough to kill alphas if given a couple of minutes. Pheromones strong enough to make an omega go into heat. I am a survivor, Luther. More than that, I am a god."
That superior, condescending look.
It's ok to disagree, Luther.
It does not matter if you want to help me with my plan or not.
You have no say in the matter.
But you can hold your opinion. It's endearing.
"I will be one soon is what I meant. You, Luther, are my secret card. Your blood is all I need. I am planning an apocalypse, you see? The world as it is now is a mess, a prison. Weeds are dying on streets, used and disposed of after being used by alphas. Society is too obsessed with the power of alphas to hold them accountable for their actions"
A look away.
You agree.
Or I could make you agree with a bit of - persuasion.
Good.
Easier to use.
"If we transform all omegas into poisonous ones, the alpha royalty will end. They would be forced into respecting what -no- means."
He understands it.
He is skeptical, but he knows what I am talking about.
He's like me.
"Now, to let the alphas experience what suppression means is indeed a revenge that's appealing, but."
But how would that be different from what my mother wants?
Alpha, omega- extermination is extermination after all.
But I'll give them a chance.
Survive.
Adapt.
Live.
I did it, why couldn't they?
"It's not what I want. I want equality. So I made a drug. It erases all pheromones, except the ones an omega release in major cases of stress and anxiety."
A slight nod?
My, my, Luther.
Who would have thought you'd take my side in all of this?
Maybe I should have used less restraints.
"The only downside of this paradise we're about to create is that only a handful will survive."
A switch.
A frown.
Oh, nevermind then.
"I was up to let you stay by my side as my partner over paradise. But it's fine. I can use you just as a blood bank too. It doesn't really matter to me."
I actually had hope we'd understand each other.
That you might be a god, just like me.
But you're not.
Not yet
You need to be crucified first.
This conclusion tapered with my feelings- my reactions.
I didn't exactly think straight when I stabbed you with the poison that withered your flower to begin with.
It was-instinctive.
Primal.
Raw and thoughtless.
You always had the talent to morph me into things I was never meant to be, Luther.
I hope I can do the same for you.
Your eyes became bloodshot. Your breath is heavier. Your spine is arched.
I may have used to much poison.
But you can survive this.
Your flower is glowing. Still not bloomed, but shivering violently.
What a divine sight.
I wonder how it will look when I will actually bloom it.
My hands tremble at the thought. I can feel my stomach knotting.
But I must be patient.
Your gaze is full of hate, but it doesn't matter-
You'll forgive me. And if not-
Well, you don't really have a choice.
Still, I wish you wouldn't look at me like that.
"Such a shame, Luther. You made a lovely housewife."
And just like that, it's over.
Unconscious, but stable.
Time is breathing down my neck, so I must hurry.
Such a shame. It's the first time I'm actually enjoying someone's else company.
Enough pheromones.
I opened your mask.
You're twitching. It must have hurt.
I could have made it painless- probably.
But there's just something about your defiant teary-eyed that makes my knees weaken.
How pathetic. I'm aware.
Now what?
Your little riot and tantrum were not in my plans.
This will weaken your father's already crumbled trust in me.
Threatening could only get this far.
So, what to do?
My head is pounding.
I-I'm tired.
I've been planning, working, and scheming since I was eight. It never made me so drained.
Not like you succeeded in making me, Luther.
So, have some fun with me?
I'll bait you some cheese and you'll run for it like a good little lab rat.
After all, it wouldn't be fun to let your dad and my mom out of our enjoyment, right?
I'll give one a chance and the other one the responsibility for you.
So you all won't blame the god in the end, but each other.
And your own self.
I'll give your boy toy a chance to be a man too.
Just to fail.
And disappoint you.
After all, people left with nothing tend to turn to god.
And I can't wait for you to praise me.