OMEGA

Chapter 1: At the edge of death - Part 1

Five centuries preceding the war, Lafayette O'Hara found himself captured and presented before the council of supernaturals on charges of treason. Guided into the elder chamber by a trio comprising a shape-shifter, a werewolf, and a witch, the backdrop unfolded with the departure of a vampire, a fairy, and a human, creating an anticipatory aura as Lafayette prepared to confront his judgment while standing before the venerable elders in handcuffs.

"Elijah Wood," intoned Elijah himself. "You stand before the great council of the supernaturals for treason."

"I, Elijah Wood," he continued, introducing himself, "Guardian of the Beta sword, tribrid, and keeper of the legendary talisman."

Mid-introduction, Lafayette O'Hara cut Elijah off, prompting Sarah Lance to throw a fireball his way, deftly avoided.

"Sarah Lance," Elijah resumed. "Mother of all witches. Keeper and guardian of the mystical myths of the supernaturals." She, in turn, renewed her youth while remaining seated.

"Dracula Stone," Elijah declared, materializing in a swarm of bats, showcasing fearsome fangs and red eyes. "Father of all vampires, the immortal Alpha king of the supernaturals."

"Isaac Jacobs," Elijah acknowledged. "Lycanthropy, father of all Lycans of both Alpha and Omega packs."

"Do you come in packs?" Lafayette interrupted sarcastically. "Or individually? Because, let's be honest, the distinctions aren't always clear. Are Lycans also werewolves? The differences seem murky, considering wolves are an entirely different species in your kind, am I right?"

Isaac Jacobs demonstrates with a slight smirk on his face as his response.

"Helen Hathaway," Elijah continued. "Therianthropism, the first and noble, mother of all shape-shifters."

"Can you transform into a Lycan?" Lafayette queried without receiving an answer.

"And last but not least, Alicia East," Elijah announced. "Godmother! Queen and mother of all fairies."

At that moment, Agatha Wise entered in her wheelchair. "Our final member," Elijah declared. "Agatha Wise, full of wisdom and understanding, endowed with all knowledge of council events and seeker of the supernaturals."

"Hello, mother!" Lafayette waved. "Is this how you're going to repay me for my loyalty?"

"Lafayette O'Hara," Elijah asserted. "You have no authority here. Speak when spoken to."

"This O'Hara descendant is even more arrogant than his predecessors," remarked Sarah Lance.

The atmosphere turned momentarily dark, with bat sounds echoing as council members exchanged glances before fixing their gaze on Dracula, the atmosphere then returning to normal.

"You should be grateful Dracula Stone refrains from engaging in conversations with you," remarked Helen Hathaway.

"What, is he going to f*****g drink me dry?" Lafayette retorted. "That's what cold-blooded murderers are good for."

Dracula maintained his composure, his eyes transforming into a blood-red hue, revealing glimpses of fangs while he remained silent.

"Redemption and forgiveness should be sought," advised Alicia East. "The war is over; everyone is content. There's no need to incite another conflict."

"I'm not trying to start a war; I'm trying to prevent it," Lafayette O'Hara clarified. "Don't you all see? Let me ask you, Queen Mother, when the inevitable arrives, can your fairy dust magically restore peace?"

He shifted his attention to Agatha Wise. "Isn't that right? You, of all people, know what I'm talking about."

"And you all know it's coming!" Lafayette exclaimed.

"Do you think we're oblivious to the situation?" responded Isaac Jacobs. "We're secure as long as no one breaches the barriers."

"Is that your chosen course of action?" questioned Lafayette. "Do you believe evil waits for good to strike? Now's our chance to eradicate it once and for all."

"Remember, it was your doing, the day the supernaturals revealed themselves," Lafayette stated.

"We apologize for that," Isaac Jacobs replied. "But humans need our protection."

"Agatha, are you just going to let them determine our fate?" Lafayette challenged. "Abandoning your own kind for these monsters?"

Dracula Stone rose to deliver the final judgment. "Lafayette O'Hara," he declared. "For your acts of treason and defiance against the Council of Order, you are hereby stripped of your position as a hunter. No longer will you jeopardize the fate of humanity."

"Your assumptions have brought nothing but trouble, just like your ancestors before you," Helen Hathaway remarked. "You wouldn't want to repeat history."

"You're getting it all wrong!" Lafayette yelled. "Look at you all, lying to yourselves and making us pay for your sins. How many more must die? This is not the end, for I've witnessed things beyond any of the supernaturals could fathom. This is only the beginning of the end."

"I believe we're done here," Elijah Wood declared, signaling the guards to escort Lafayette out of the Great Council of the Supernaturals. And then, the war erupted. Barriers were breached, and the IMPERISHABLES emerged from the shadows, bringing death and chaos to the once-peaceful colony. Supernaturals fought back until...

Ten years later, in Aougst town, Emma Stone sat by the waterfall, perched on a high cliff, taking in the beauty of the tall trees and her surroundings. She enjoyed the solitude until her friend, Bella Grace, joined her.

"This has always been your favorite hangout spot, Emma," Bella Grace remarked, embracing her warmly. "It's always so nice out here. And what about Liliana?"

"You know, always busy traveling the world," Emma Stone replied. "For the first time in a long while, my mother and I used to come here."

"This used to be her favorite place of comfort," Emma continued with a smile. "And after that, I never got to see her again. It's like she had just disappeared," she added, her tone carrying a touch of sadness.

"She used to tell Liliana and me stories before bedtime," Emma shared. "But things have changed since the war between the supernaturals and the imperishables. The colony has splintered into different clans and all that."

"It's not safe anymore, Grace," Emma Stone expressed, and during their conversation, they heard loud gunshots within the woods, not too far from where they were.

Using her gifted sight, Emma located the source of danger – a group of hunters trying to capture and kill a supernatural being. Hurrying to the scene, Emma and Bella Grace arrived just in time to confront and stop the hunters. The hunters had restrained the creature, now revealed as a young girl of nine, had reverted back to her human form.

"Step away from her, you filthy skunk!" Bella Grace demanded angrily.

"Oi!" one of the hunters retorted. "She's a feisty one, mate... seems we don't have a problem here. What say you?"

"It's alright, Grace," Emma Stone said. "Let me take it from here."

"What's the little girl's offense?" Emma Stone inquired. "There shouldn't be any trouble, just asking."

The leader of the hunters stepped forward, introducing himself and explaining the situation, further upsetting Emma and Bella Grace.

"This little brat was caught trespassing into our domain," he claimed. "Not only that, the girl stole from us, killed three of my men... because she's a f*****g werewolf."

"And now she's going to get justice," he declared.

"Did your men ask her why, or did they just attack first without questions?" Emma Stone challenged.

"It doesn't matter; the deed's been done," he replied, turning away. One of his men approached with a taser to knock the girl unconscious, prompting Emma Stone to act swiftly. She grabbed his hand, broke his arm, revealing his joint bone, he screamed in pain, dropping the teaser, which Emma caught and used against him to render him unconscious.

"What the bloody hell?" the leader of the hunters exclaimed in astonishment. "Stop them!" he furiously yelled at his men as he witnessed Emma and Bella beating them.

Frightened by the display, he pulled out his gun and attempted to shoot Emma. However, she skillfully dodged every shot, leaving him in disbelief. Backing away in fear, he tripped over a small branch, falling to the ground and cowering, begging for his life.

"What are you?" he asked. "You're not humans... Only a supernatural would do something like that. Please don't kill me... I'm only following orders," he pleaded.

"Go and never return," Emma Stone commanded. The leader hastily gathered his belongings, dropped in fear, and ran into the woods.

As Grace freed the young child from the cage, Emma headed towards them. An unconscious hunter, regaining consciousness, aimed at Emma and shot her. Immediately, the girl they had saved transformed into an omega wolf, swiftly devouring the hunter who had shot Emma through the chest, dangerously close to her heart.

"Emma!" Bella Grace yelled, rushing towards her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Emma replied, her injury healing instantly. They turned to see the little girl, now in her omega wolf state, devouring the hunter in pieces.

"Whoa!" Bella Grace exclaimed. "An Omega wolf."

"A rare species of Lycanthropy," Emma Stone remarked as they observed the creature devouring the hunter. "Only second to Lycans, slightly on par in strength and greater than wolves, the least of their kind."

Approaching the creature cautiously, Emma Stone noticed its struggle to recall even the slightest memory of events. It growled as Emma attempted to comfort it, maintaining a defensive stance as if ready to attack. Grace whispered, "Emma, please be careful."

"It's okay, girl!" Emma Stone reassured. "You're safe, remember? We saved you." She pointed to Grace and herself. The creature turned to stare at Grace and focused on Emma.

"Easy now," Emma Stone coaxed, trying to reach out. The creature growled and attack, but Emma overwhelmed it by grabbing it from behind, applying pressure to a point near its ribcage, reverting it to its human form. It lay on the ground, sobering.

"Stay away from me," she said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, dear," Emma Stone replied. "You're safe. What's your name?"

"Charlie... Charlie Adams," she said. "Charlie Adams Jacobs."

"Descendant of the Jacobs?" Emma Stone inquired.

"Yes," Charlie Adams replied with tears in her eyes.

"Emma!" Grace exclaimed. "Maybe that explains her transformation."

"I believe so," Emma said. "Let's get you back home."

As they headed back, they were being watched by another being from afar who answered his phone call. "You were right!" he said. "Just as you said she would be."

"I understand," he replied to his call.

Emma and Grace took the child back to her family, meeting her mother outside while taking out the trash in front of their bar.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "Sweetie... Are you okay?" With kisses and hugs, she embraced her child.

"Thank you so much for bringing her to us," Beatrice Adams Jacobs expressed gratitude, introducing herself as the mother of the girl. "I'm Beatrice Adams Jacobs."

"Emma Stone," Emma replied during the introductions. As they exchanged pleasantries, the husband came out, holding the remaining trash bags.

"Honey... The customers are wai..." he began, only to pause upon seeing his child and the girls who brought her.

"Did you run off again, Charlie?" he asked, introducing himself as the husband and father of the girl.

"As I live and breathe... Emma Stone," Josh Adams Jacobs said. "Haven't aged a bit, I see."

They explained what had happened, and Josh Adams invited them in to discuss matters. The bar, close to a school, had a lively atmosphere. As they entered, Emma noticed a young child staring directly at her before being carried away by her mother, who also cast a curious glance at Emma Stone before entering the school premises.

"It's no coincidence you came here, and I know you have questions," Josh Adams said. "You're wondering why humans and supernaturals don't live in harmony as they once did."

"Stories have been passed down from generation to generation," Beatrice Adams added. "For one day, we knew this day would come, Emma Stone."

"Most hunters took sides with the supernaturals," Josh Adams explained. "The colonies and clans have been divided. I'm sure you were told stories, but not all of it."

"But what we know is that the hunters were formed by Lafayette O'Hara," Josh Adams said.

"Lafayette O'Hara," Emma Stone said. "But he rebelled against the council of supernaturals."

"That's right!" Josh Adams affirmed. "But before that, the true leader who formed the hunters was none other than Agatha Wise... The seeker."

"Agatha Wise formed the hunters as protection against the inevitable. She always knew that the imperishables would one day return to finish what they started, so she chose the finest human to lead the hunters."

"Lafayette O'Hara!" Emma Stone exclaimed, and Josh Adams nodded.

"He was trained by the supernaturals themselves, taught almost everything under the care of Agatha Wise. Although other supernaturals joined in, one rebelled against the council," Josh Adams revealed.

"But we don't know much about that ever since," Beatrice Adams added. "Any information you need to know about, you'll have to ask her last descendant of the Wise."

"Hanna Wise," Josh Adams mentioned. "But we don't know if she has any successors yet. She's not too far away from town."

"Thank you," Emma Stone replied as they all exited the bar. Josh and Beatrice Adams offered assistance willingly for any future needs Emma Stone might have before they left.

After departing the Adams' bar, a contingent of Alpha clans arrived, seeking an audience with the Jacobs and intent on taking their daughter away. As some entered the bar, Josh and Beatrice swiftly grasped the situation, emerging outside only to witness their daughter cradled by an Alpha wolf member.

"You knew this day would come, Josh!" he declared. "So why do you deny the ritual rite?"

Josh requested the release of his daughter, and without hesitation, the Alpha let her go, avoiding any trouble during the day. The Alpha and his pack members left with a warning message.

Meanwhile, the hunter, spared by Emma, returned to his boss to deliver the report of his failure. Upon hearing this, fury consumed the boss. He seized the messenger by the neck, lifting him off the ground. Fangs bared, sharp nails extended, piercing the hunter's neck to draw blood, his skin now hairy, and his eyes completely black, he growled menacingly. With a brutal twist, he snapped the messenger's neck, leaving him lifeless on the floor. An immediate replacement was appointed and the deceased's body was carried away.

On the other side, Emma and Grace headed off to see Hanna Wise, hoping for answers. They followed the directions given by the Adams and reached their destination.

"This must be it," Bella Grace remarked as they stood outside her house.

"The last descendant of the seeker," Emma Stone stated as she pressed the doorbell.

"Am coming!!!" Hanna Wise yelled, hurrying to see who was at the door. Upon opening it and seeing them, she already knew why they were there.

"Are you Hanna Wise?" Emma Stone asked.

"Who wants to know?" she replied a bit rudely.

"You're a supernatural," Emma Stone observed. "And we need your hel...p." She was interrupted by Hanna Wise, nonchalant about her words.

"You need to leave now," Hanna Wise insisted. "I already know who you are, and I know that trouble follows wherever you go. It has always been in your generation."

"What do you mean?" Emma Stone asked. Hanna Wise was about to shut the door, but Emma Stone stopped her, pleading to know what had happened before and after five hundred years ago. With persistent pleas, Hanna Wise decided to let them into her apartment. Bella Grace looked around, noting the beauty of the home for a single lady to live alone without a companion. Hanna Wise offered them drinks as they were seated, and she began narrating.

Before the IMPERISHABLES came to be, they were known as supernaturals. Before the five hundred years of war and peace and the arrival of the supernaturals that led to war and the separation of power, the council of the supernaturals was formed to protect humans from the imperishables. "The imperishables are groups of supernaturals who had lived among humans for centuries as war broke out among them."

Veronica, one of the supernaturals and leader of the imperishables, sought to conquer the mortals for her victory, deeming humans too weak to coexist. She waged war on them, but her advance was halted by the supernaturals. However, before her defeat, Veronica became too powerful even for the supernaturals to stop. Those who sided with her nearly gained the upper hand until my great-grandmother Agatha Wise, a mere mortal in her wisdom, devised a plan that led to the victory of both the supernaturals and her people.

Sarah Lance, mother of all witches, and Alicia East, Godmother, Queen, and mother of all fairies, combined their unique powers with the blood of each leader of the supernaturals, including my great-grandmother, to create the most powerful weapons that could permanently kill a supernatural. Thus, the Beta sword and the legendary talisman were forged. The Beta sword could end any supernatural, while the talisman served as a means of resurrection.

Dracula, father of all vampires, sacrificed himself for peace, killing Veronica in the process. Before his death, the supernaturals made peace with the mortals, establishing a new council – the council of the supernaturals.

The sword and talisman needed guardians, and with the remaining magic, two guardians of the mystical arts were created: Elijah Wood and Rita Wood, both tribrids, part fairy, and part witch.

"But how was Veronica resurrected?" Emma Stone asked.

Veronica had spies within the colony who slipped an attraction potion into one of the spells that created the guardians.

"I'm guessing it's Rita Wood," Bella Grace said.

"You guessed right," Hanna Wise confirmed. "She stole the talisman that resurrected Veronica, splitting the colony apart after the council was no more."

"And the sword?" Emma Stone inquired.

"Still with the guardian," Hanna Wise answered. "Elijah Wood."

"But you, Emma Stone," Hanna Wise said, reaching out to her as she held her hands. "The first Omega to ever exist and maybe the last. Only you can rival her powers, and with the help of your friends, peace will reunite the colonies and clans."

"I wish I could be of any more assistance, Emma Stone," Hanna Wise continued, "but I am not just fit for battle."

"But you do have someone that'll succeed you, right?" Emma Stone asked.

Hanna Wise couldn't respond to that, as she wouldn't want any of her successors to continue the work as a seeker for the supernaturals. The peaceful life she's living is what she desires for her generations, and she wouldn't want her bloodline to go down the path of a seeker.

"It's best you leave now," Hanna Wise said. "You've gotten what you came for."

"I don't mean to be rude, but this should be the last time you'll ever come here," Hanna Wise insisted.

Before leaving, Emma Stone inquired about the whereabouts of the guardian called Elijah Wood. However, Hanna Wise was unable to provide an answer and shut the door on them. After leaving her premises and looking for more answers, Bella Grace suspected they were being followed by a stranger, a suspicion Emma was aware of even when they were in the woods.

"Mummy!" Becca Wise said, holding the baluster of the stairs. "Who was that?"

"It's nothing, sweetie," Hanna Wise replied. "Mummy's just a bit tired, that's all."

Emma and Bella moved away from Hanna's location, going further as the stranger kept tracking them. They walked into a quiet alley when the evening came, and the street was very quiet as a graveyard. They came across a motel to spend the night.

Before getting into their rooms, Bella headed downstairs to get a drink at the motel's bar and noticed the stalker who had been following them, facing each other in opposite directions. A group of drunkards, high on alcohol, approached Bella, wanting to harass and molest her.

"What's cooking, good looking?" one of them said. "Hey! Am talking to ya', pretty girl," he continued, belching with hiccups at the same time.

His drunk friends encouraged him to do more, and he stroked Bella's hair a bit, making her slightly offended. "Do that again, and you're dead."

The drunk man became offended by her words and dared himself to touch her again. Bella broke a bottle of beer on his face, knocking him out cold. The rest charged at her, and she fought them off when a non-drunkard pulled out his gun, ready to fire at Bella. The stalker intervened, taking the gun and pushing the man aside against the wall.

They both stared at each other, and without looking, they knocked out two other opponents approaching them.

"My hero!" Bella Grace said. "To whom do I owe this great pleasure?"

"Fowler!... Dante Fowler," he introduced himself. "And you're?"

"Bella," she said, introducing herself. "Bella Grace."

She came closer to him, gently sliding a finger down his chest in a seductive manner that would tempt any man. While using her hand to grab onto his manhood, she whispered into his ears, "Let me thank you enough."

They kissed passionately, making their way up the stairs, pushing each other against the wall as they made out. Dante pulled Bella's leg to his waist, sliding his hand to her backside as he firmly held onto it. She jumped onto him, and they continued kissing with both hands on her backside. Dante pushed Bella against a wall, her back supported as he buried his head in her chest before passionately locking lips with her.

"We need a room, don't you think?" Bella said.

"Yeah," Dante replied.

"I've got one," Bella said. "I'll lead the way."

They continued kissing and making out until they reached the room where Emma was, viewing the outside through the window. They burst into the room, with Bella slamming the door shut behind them. She pushed Dante onto the bed, excited about their encounter. Jumping onto him, she ripped off his shirt, pulling his hands upward and tying them while kissing him simultaneously. Throughout this, Emma stood still, observing their unfolding drama, and Dante Fowler remained unaware of what awaited him.

While on top of him, Bella looked at him, and he stared directly at her with her mood swing.