Collection: Omega
THE SEEDING OF THE FORBIDDEN TREES
The Rise of the Omega Hu-Men
The Serpens were not fools.
They understood now that the Catalyst Venom was still the key—
the ancient enzyme, the coded whisper of chaos designed to awaken the Amber Seed within the pineal gland.
But their first attempts had failed. Their fangs delivered too much. The dose was lethal, wild, untamed.
They needed a subtler method.
A quieter path to corruption.
One the Ambers would take willingly.
And so, a new plan slithered into their minds:
What if the venom was not injected… but consumed?
What if the Ambers fed themselves their own ruin?
Thus, the Serpens crept into the sacred groves of Eden—the luminous gardens of the Vita planets where harmony bloomed and divine energies danced through every root and leaf. There, they sunk their cursed fangs into the trunks of the holy trees,
and poisoned the roots of paradise.
Tree by tree, orchard by orchard, they corrupted the land itself.
What once bore fruit of healing and clarity now birthed fruit of deceit—glowing, fragrant, unnaturally sweet.
Each fruit held the exact dose of the Catalyst—measured, stable, irresistible.
The Alpha Hu-Men, bound to the frequency of Goddark, instinctively recoiled.
Those who tasted the fruit fell ill, their harmony shattered. Some died, writhing in sacred pain.
The Sages of Eden soon named these twisted growths the Forbidden Trees, and the fruit they bore the Forbidden Fruit.
They called for their eradication.
But the Serpens multiplied faster than the Sages could strike.
And for every tree felled…
three more rose.
The groves became a battleground—branches of light pitted against roots of corruption.
And yet, amid all this… the Amber Hu-Men felt something else.
Not pain.
Not sickness.
But pleasure.
The Forbidden Fruit did not harm them.
It awakened something ancient, dormant, curious.
Their bodies felt energised. Their minds clearer. Their dreams more vivid.
They began to crave it.
And the Serpens—masters of persuasion, sibilant manipulators of thought—whispered to them in honeyed tones:
“This is your fruit.
The others fear what they do not understand.
You are different. You are destined. You are chosen.”
One by one, the Ambers succumbed.
They returned to the trees.
They ate.
They returned again.
And again.
The transformation was not instant.
It came like a shadow stretched across time.
Their pineal glands pulsed with new frequencies—
the light of Goddark dimming,
the call of the Sumaya rising.
Then, without warning…
it happened.
Their forms remained beautiful, perfect, indistinguishable from the purest Alpha Sapiens.
But their hearts had shifted.
Their thoughts had grown cold.
Their empathy, dulled.
Their will, rewritten.
They became something new.
Sapiens in shape.
Evil in soul.
Vessels of elegance… carrying the poison of the Avernus.
Satan watched from the folds of the void and howled with triumph.
He had done it.
He had found the breach.
He had corrupted the Sapiens.
These were not beasts like the Katanga.
Not half-possessed shells like the Pales.
These were true vessels, born of his will, seeded with darkness, disguised in divine flesh.
He named them with a single breath that echoed across the dead stars:
Omega.
The opposite of the Alpha.
The end to their beginning.
The shadow to their light.
Alpha and Omega—two poles of the same species.
The divine… and the defiled.
The Omega Hu-Men became his perfect prey.
Ready to be possessed.
Willing to serve.
Hungry for dominion.
And the invasion… had truly begun.
The Sumaya stirred in the depths of the void,
eager to wear the flesh of perfection.
And the universe of Tzion, once a cradle of harmony,
was now a gateway.
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⚔️ Omega Faction – The Bloodbound Tyrants of the Deep Flame ⚔️
The Omega are more than fallen heroes—they are the mirror cracked in defiance, the war-song of annihilation, and the bloodbound tyrants who turned the sacred flame into a weapon of domination.
Forged from the same ancestral fire as the Alpha Hu-Men, the Omega made a different choice: to reject harmony and exalt conquest. They are the antithesis of balance—just as powerful, just as legendary—but utterly corrupted. Where the Alpha walk with reverence, the Omega march with ruin.
They do not whisper in shadows.
They shout in fire.
They are not guardians of worlds.
They shatter them.
Crowned in ash and sworn to the Deep Flame, the Omega are demigods without conscience—conquerors without restraint. Their empires are carved from bone and smoke, their laws etched in blood. They do not negotiate. They demand. And when denied, they obliterate.
🔥 They are not myths. They are cataclysms made flesh—living engines of war whose strength bends reality, whose will eclipses morality.
Lords of Total Domination
To stand before an Omega is to face the end of sovereignty. They do not seek thrones—they erase them. Their armies are legions of the damned, their generals avatars of destruction. Loyalty is commanded. Mercy is forgotten. And resistance… is remembered only as dust.
Where the Alpha seek the good of the many,
the Omega take what they want.
Where others protect the weak,
the Omega crush them beneath iron boots.
They do not corrupt quietly.
They conquer openly.
They are the end made manifest.
⚡ Step into the realm of wrath, ruin, and absolute power with the Omega Faction – Bloodbound Tyrants of the Deep Flame. Where peace is weakness… and only the strong deserve to survive.
It is an age of conquest.
An age of terror.
The Age of Omega.
