Supreme Advent
Hei Mao Bai Wa Zi
Allan is an omega with congenital defective pheromone gland development. He was once a famous celebrity, but now he's long past his prime. Raymond has a notorious record of violently mistreating his former omega. Once a high-ranking military officer, he still is. Three years ago, Allan, who had remained single past the legally permitted age, was forcibly matched with Raymond. Mutual dislike was inevitable. Unhappiness was inevitable. Then, right after their honeymoon, Raymond was sent to the front lines. Later, Allan was told that Raymond had died. People called Raymond a hero of humanity because, in his dying moments, he took the Naga with him—most importantly, among them was their supreme commander, the "White Emperor." Allan dutifully mourned Raymond for three years, dreading the day when their marital ties would automatically dissolve, and he’d be thrown back into the matching system. Then, people told Allan that Raymond wasn’t dead—he had returned. Allan wiped his face and resignedly cared for his severely injured, disfigured, and disabled "hero" husband. Gradually, he began to sense something was… off. Why did the resurrected Raymond seem so… so… So much like a *monster*? ============================ “He” told the humans his name was Raymond. “He” claimed to have spent a stagnant hundred years in that temporal void... “He” was, of course, lying. “He” was not Raymond. And “He” had lingered in that void far longer than a hundred years... In truth, “He” had been trapped there for an almost eternal *tens of thousands of years*. Few sentient beings could endure such prolonged torment, even if “He” was the Naga’s White Emperor. Yet, in that endless darkness, “He” had ultimately found His soul and salvation. It was a fragment of data recordings—of Allan from long ago—brought there by humans. In the darkness, “He” gazed obsessively through the footage at that distant human. His beloved, His salvation, His fate. And now, “He” had finally come to his side. …… *"...Was I unkind to you before?"* *"Not really."* *"I’ll treat you well from now on."* *"Focus on healing your brain first... Hmm, what’s this scent on you?"* *"Scent?"* *"It’s... nice."* …… ============ Not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to write an ABO story. Never tried this genre before—a writing experiment + self-indulgence. Should be much lighter than *Different Species*. If I had to label the dynamics... Pale, fragile, neurotic, washed-up celebrity beauty (bottom) × Teary-eyed, pitiful in public, bloodthirsty and ruthless in private, scheming, tentacled non-human (top) (Thanks to readers for summarizing the ML's traits...)