OMEGA II: ALPHA & OMEGA: RISE & DAWN OF THE SUPERNATURALS

Chapter 3: Desire - Episode 1

Deep within Mr. Hawthorne's opulent mansion lies a clandestine underground lair, concealed from prying eyes, where forbidden experiments unfold. Here, a team of researchers and scientists delve into the mysteries of a recently unearthed meteorite, its otherworldly properties beckoning them into uncharted realms of scientific inquiry. Concurrently, they labor tirelessly to unlock the secrets of a preserved supernatural head, a relic documented in the journal of Professor Hamilton's late father. Their ambitious goal: to engineer a complete organ and body, merging science and the supernatural in a daring bid for mastery over the unknown.

Amidst the sacred rites of the Wicca Sabbath, Peggy Lance, bearer of dire visions, solemnly imparts her unsettling prophecy to the gathered council of witches, urging them to ready themselves for the looming unseen peril. As whispers of uncertainty fill the air, a pivotal meeting unfolds between the esteemed Fairy Council Colony and the venerable Witches' Council. In this fateful conclave, Sharlene East's eyes alight with recognition and relief as she embraces Peggy Lance, their shared resolve undimmed by the gravity of the impending threat. Together, amidst the mystical aura of the Wicca Sabbath's expansive sanctum, they strategize and unite against the shadows of fate foretold.

Amidst the hushed reverence of the assembled congregation of witches and fairies, Becca Addison steps forward, her presence commanding attention as she addresses the revered custodians of the mystical arts. "Witches and fairies," she intones, her voice a melodic invocation, "guardians and progenitors of the arcane, I bid you welcome." With solemn purpose, she continues, "Today, gathered in this sacred space, we unite for a singular purpose: to safeguard the human realm against the encroaching shadow of prophecy." Pausing, her gaze piercing the veils of time and fate, she speaks of the looming threat, invoking the name that strikes fear into the hearts of even the most stalwart: "The return of Azriel, the Creator. Long foretold in whispers before her passing, she rises once more, poised to unravel the very fabric of existence itself."

As murmurs ripple through the gathered throng, Becca Addison presses on, her voice resonating with a mixture of urgency and resolve. "In the aftermath of conflict and the intervention of imitators," she continues, "a rebellious faction sought to seize dominion over the human realm, their ambitions quashed by the valiant actions of Michael's son." With reverence, she speaks of their savior, heir to Emma Stone's legacy, the Omega supernatural whose very existence restored equilibrium amidst the tumult of supernatural forces. "Today," she declares, her words a clarion call to unity, "we stand united once more, bound by harmony and purpose, prepared to confront this imminent threat with unwavering resolve." With a solemn nod, she cedes the floor to the council, signaling the commencement of deliberations.

In a clandestine rendezvous, Elijah Wood beckons forth Liliana Stone, their meeting shrouded in secrecy and urgency. Alongside them stands Malachi, son of Michael, his gaze piercing the veil of fate with preternatural insight. "She's not alone in her ascent," Malachi asserts gravely, his voice weighted with foreboding. "Others rally to her cause, swelling the ranks of impending doom." With a solemn nod, he continues, "This looming confrontation eclipses all that came before. Azriel wields the divine fury, unleashing the wrath of gods upon humanity." His words hang heavy in the air, a portent of dire days ahead. "Prepare yourselves," he warns, his tone resolute, "for the tempest that approaches may well eclipse any darkness we've faced before."

Amidst the weight of uncertainty, Elijah Wood's voice carries a note of resignation. "Liliana Stone, we are but pawns in the grip of the unknown," he laments, grappling with the magnitude of their predicament.

Yet, Liliana Stone's response rings with unwavering determination. "There's always a solution, Guardian," she asserts, her resolve unyielding. "And there are others out there, forgotten allies waiting in the shadows, untouched by time."

Elijah Wood's words carry the weight of ages past, his tone heavy with the burden of knowledge. "There's a reason why they've remained hidden, Liliana," he explains, his gaze haunted by the memories of past wars and ancient grudges. "Their absence during Emma's conflict speaks volumes."

Malachi's inquiry brings the legends to the forefront, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "The Lost Supernaturals," he muses, recognizing the gravity of their potential involvement.

"Yes," Elijah affirms with conviction and caution is palpable as he acknowledges the existence of the enigmatic figures from legend. "The Lost Supernaturals," he confirms, his tone tinged with reverence for their forbidden power. 

But hope flickers anew as Elijah Wood speaks of a weapon capable of vanquishing even Azriel. "The Beta Sword," he declares, its name resonating with significance. Yet, his apprehension is palpable. "Its power has waned," he laments, the absence of its once-potent aura a stark reminder of their dwindling options.

Liliana's resolve remains unshaken. "Then we shall seek other means," she declares, her voice a beacon of determination. "We must reunite, rally the supernaturals once more, for together, we possess the strength to defy fate itself."

After feeling the strange aura, Bella Grace and Dante Fowler received a surprise visit from Liliana Stone. They sensed her arrival and knew exactly why she had come. Amy hurried to greet Liliana with a warm hug, expressing admiration for her strength, fueled by the captivating stories her parents had shared about the supernaturals.

"Indeed, you truly are," Liliana replied with a smile. "You might just be the next powerful supernatural there is, Amy."

"Bella, Dante," Liliana continued, her tone serious. "We need to talk."

Meanwhile, deep beneath Mr. Hawthorne's mansion, the experiment commenced. However, it quickly spiraled out of control when Marcus Brian, his body fully regenerated through genetic mutation enhancement, unleashed a reign of terror, brutally murdering everyone in the facility. Haunted by his last memories of battle and the loss of his beloved Veronica, Marcus was consumed by rage, his instability reaching dangerous levels.

As he closed in on Mr. Hawthorne and Professor Hamilton, ready to deliver the final blow, another supernatural being intervened – a precise vampire. A fierce battle ensued, the clash of titans echoing through the underground chambers in an epic struggle for dominance.

The vampire fought valiantly, but Marcus Brian's strength proved overwhelming, as he moved to tear his adversary apart. However, just as Marcus poised for the final strike, a sudden presence halted his advance – Azriel.

"Mother!" Marcus Brian exclaimed, his tone shifting to one of reverence as he bowed respectfully, dropping to one knee. The vampire, too, followed suit, acknowledging Azriel's authority with a similar display of deference.

Overwhelmed with reverence, Marcus fell to the ground, worshipping Azriel in her presence. With a commanding gaze, Azriel turned towards the meteorite, the focal point of the experiment. With incantations whispered, she began the ritual to break its bonds.

As Azriel's magic surged, a torrent of immense power erupted like a whirlwind, engulfing the entire facility. From within the meteor, dark shadow-like creatures of horrifying visages emerged, their ominous forms spreading outwards, casting a sinister pall over the city.

Professor Hamilton trembled in fear, his voice quivering as he spoke. "What are you doing, Mr. Hawthorne?" he exclaimed. "She's dangerous, and we've unleashed destruction upon our world."

However, Mr. Hawthorne remained unfazed, drawing closer to Azriel with unwavering determination, his eyes fixed on her with anticipation.

Mr. Hawthorne's anger boiled over, his facade crumbling as he lashed out in a fit of rage. In a shocking revelation, he began to expose his true intentions to Professor Hamilton, shattering the illusions of trust and decency that had clouded their relationship.

Mr. Hawthorne's voice dripped with bitterness as he spoke, his words heavy with the weight of his revelation.

"For generations, my bloodline has been plagued by an incurable illness," he began, his tone laced with resentment. "No amount of wealth or power could save us from its grasp. But there was a cure, a path to restoration. My father, he knew your father, Hamilton. They delved into the forbidden, the impossible. Together, they unearthed the key to our salvation—a genetic mutation derived from the severed head of a supernatural, wielded by a vampire."

The gravity of his words hung in the air, the truth behind his actions laid bare for all to see.

"My father struck a deal with the vampire your father deemed the devil himself," Mr. Hawthorne continued, his voice tinged with remorse as he revealed the depths of their past transgressions. "Shawn White, that vampire, he offered me a bargain. In exchange for his blood, which my scientists could harness, he pledged to bring back the Mother of the imitators."

The weight of his confession hung heavily in the room, the consequences of their actions unraveling before them.

The vampire blood, while partially effective, failed to fully restore me. Its instability within my genome posed a challenge, compounded by the vampire's incessant need to feed. But our plans were derailed when the government intervened, transforming Aougst town into something unrecognizable, obliterating most of our secrets in the process. However, amidst the chaos, a new idea began to take shape within me.

As I uncovered your continued pursuit of your father's work, I realized the time had come for a decisive move. You held within you the key to unlocking the secrets your father had been on the brink of discovering. I knew that your innate curiosity and desire to uncover the truth would drive you to seek out the hidden knowledge the government had concealed from your father and the world.

Join me, and together, we can unravel the mysteries of the supernatural. With Azriel by our side, the mother of all, we will transcend the boundaries of mortality. Your wildest dreams will become reality, and together, we will achieve eternal life beyond imagination.

As Mr. Hawthorne dropped his walking stick and knelt before Azriel with arms outstretched, she took pity on the billionaire and granted his desire. With a gesture, she offered him her eternal blood, and in that moment, he was reborn. Professor Hamilton, witnessing Mr. Hawthorne's miraculous transformation, marveled at his newfound health and youth.

However, as Professor Hamilton attempted to flee, he found himself thwarted by both supernaturals. Despite his pleas for mercy, Mr. Hawthorne, now empowered by Azriel's gift, turned a blind eye to the professor's desperate pleas.

"If you won't accept Mother's will willingly," Mr. Hawthorne declared, his voice laced with a chilling resolve, "then Mother will take yours forcefully."

With those ominous words, Professor Hamilton's fate seemed sealed as he stood before the formidable alliance of Mr. Hawthorne and Azriel.

Before Professor Hamilton could even turn to face Azriel, her wrath descended upon him, transforming him into a zombie-like creature, compelled to carry out Mother's bidding. Though fragments of his sanity remained, he was now a mere puppet in Azriel's grand scheme.

With a commanding tone, Azriel ordered Mr. Hawthorne to utilize his influence to track down her traitors and eliminate the last descendant of Michael. Meanwhile, she prepared herself to unleash her ultimate plan, reshaping the world according to her desires.

On the other side of the room, Liliana shared her grave concerns with Dante and Bella, outlining her plans to thwart Azriel's ambitions. 

"Forbidden supernaturals?!" Dante Fowler interjected, disbelief evident in his voice. "You've got to be kidding, right?"

"But those are just myths, Liliana," Bella Grace added, her tone tinged with skepticism. "No one has ever seen them in our time."

"True, but the legends hold kernels of truth. To uncover more answers, we must seek out the seeker for aid," Liliana affirmed.

Dante sighed, feeling the weight of their impending task, but Bella quickly cheered him up with a reassuring smile. Turning to Liliana, she asked, "What do you need us to do?"

Liliana outlined their mission, and both Dante and Bella gladly accepted the challenge. Hearing this, Amy's excitement bubbled over as she looked forward to embarking on this adventure with her parents.

As the Wicca sabbath reached its solemn moment of council, Becca Addison concluded her address, clearing the stage for the council members to present their matters. Amidst the hushed anticipation of the gathered witches, Peggy Lance, revered as the mother of all witches, rose to speak.

Taking a deep breath, she commanded the attention of the assembly, her presence radiating authority as she prepared to address her fellow witches with wisdom and guidance.

As Peggy Lance addressed the gathered witches, her words carried a weight of urgency and concern.

"Azriel has risen," she began, her voice resonating with solemnity. "And with her return comes the looming threat of the unknown. The lost supernaturals, relegated to myth among our kind, will awaken at her side. But let us not forget: just as there are forces of darkness, there are also forces of light among them."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the attentive audience before continuing. "The war that once divided us ultimately brought us together. And for generations, we have lived in peace, hidden from the human world. But now, as Azriel threatens that peace, it is our duty to rise once again, not just to protect ourselves, but to safeguard the world that we call home."

"My fellow supernaturals," Peggy Lance implored, her voice filled with emotion, "I beseech you not as a leader, but as a family. Together, we must unite once more to stand against this malevolent evil before it consumes us all and threatens the very fabric of our world."

As whispers and murmurs rippled through the gathering, indicating the weight of Peggy's words, Sharlene East rose from her seat. With a determined expression, she prepared to address the congregation, following in the wake of Peggy Lance's powerful call to action.

As Sharlene East began to speak, her words carried the weight of her own personal journey and struggles.

"My whole life as a princess, I've tried to evade my responsibilities, only to find them resurfacing time and time again," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "We do not choose this path—it is our destiny, our duty to fulfill our obligations. To demonstrate to the world that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope."

She paused, reflecting on the weight of her royal lineage. "I have grappled with the expectations placed upon me as a princess, knowing that I can never truly measure up to the greatness of our beloved Queen and mother. But amidst our individual struggles, we must remember that we are not alone. Together, as a family, we possess a strength that surpasses anything we could achieve alone."

"I never truly understood it until we faced the Imperishables," Sharlene continued, her voice gaining strength with each word. "In that moment, it became clear that our unity and resolve were something they never anticipated. And yet, we prevailed. Though the victory left scars upon us, those scars should not deter us. Instead, they serve as a reminder of the sacrifices made by our loved ones and the strength we possess to overcome any obstacle."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the gathered supernaturals. "We must not allow ourselves to be defined by our past mistakes. Instead, let us embrace a new era—a time of hope and enlightenment. An era where we can stand proudly as individuals, yet united in purpose. Let us remember that even in the darkest shadows, there are forces of good watching over us. And together, we can be the light that guides their path to victory."

As the elderly fairy stood before the congregation, her words echoing the sentiments of all fairies and witches, a sense of anticipation filled the air. With confidence, she addressed the great council, seeking guidance on their next course of action.

Sharlene and Peggy exchanged a knowing smile, their hearts filled with assurance that they had paved the way to victory. Together, they stood ready to lead their fellow supernaturals towards a brighter future, united in purpose and determination.

As Azriel soared high into the clouds at night, gazing upon the magnificent view of the entire city below, she allowed herself a moment of respite. However, in the stillness of the night, memories flooded her mind—memories of mischievous deeds that had cast her out of paradise long ago.

With a heavy heart, Azriel began to recall the events of her past lives, tracing back to a time before she and Michael descended to Earth. Each memory weighed upon her, reminding her of the choices she had made and the consequences she had faced.

In the enchanted realm of paradise, known as heaven, Aeons ago, Azriel stood as one of the highest-ranking angelic beings. Blaming humanity for the war that tore through heaven and led to the fall of her beloved Lucifer and other angels cast into hell, Azriel nursed her resentment in the aftermath of God's slumber.

In a daring move, Azriel set her sights on seizing control of heaven, consumed by an insatiable thirst for power and fueled by a relentless craving for vengeance. Yet, her grand ambitions faced fierce opposition from Michael and the steadfast loyalty of angels who stood resolute against her and her allies. Together, they waged a relentless battle to thwart Azriel and her minions, their unwavering determination unwavering in their resolve to safeguard the sanctity of heaven at any cost.

As Azriel and Michael plummeted from the heavens into the vast expanse of Earth's space, a handful of Azriel's minions accompanied them, locked in a fierce struggle. In a desperate bid for survival, Michael unleashed his formidable power, consuming Azriel's minions and transforming them into dark, shadowy entities. Undeterred, Azriel and her remaining minions engaged Michael in a ferocious battle, their relentless assault culminating in a gripping showdown. Finally, seizing the opportunity, Azriel and her minions managed to overpower Michael, intent on consuming him in the depths of space.

However, their clash took a sudden turn as they collided with a massive meteor hurtling through the cosmos. The meteor, pulsating with unknown energy, absorbed them into its fiery embrace, sealing their fates. Their journey ended abruptly as the meteor crashed to Earth, its impact sending shockwaves rippling through the small town of Aougst, forever altering the course of its destiny.

As they emerged from the meteor's fiery wreckage, Azriel and Michael stood alone, stripped of their earthly garments, surrounded by the desolation they had wrought upon their arrival. With a burning rage smoldering in Azriel's eyes, her gaze fell upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of Aougst Town, a realization dawning upon her that they now walked among mortals.

Driven by fury and a thirst for vengeance, Azriel lashed out at Michael with a devastating blow, but he moved with lightning speed, catching her fist before it could make contact. The sheer force of their clash unleashed a cataclysmic shockwave, rippling through the very fabric of Aougst Town, sending its people reeling in terror and awe at the otherworldly spectacle unfolding before their eyes.

"You brought this upon yourself, Michael, and now these pathetic creatures will suffer for your mistakes," Azriel declared, her voice tinged with scorn as she locked eyes with her adversary. With a defiant glare, she ascended into the air, her powerful wings unfurling majestically as she soared into the unknown, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and fear.