Chapter one - The Scent
It was another glorious morning in the land of Amity, the soft glow of the morning sun was only amplified with the citizens following the sun's lead and preparing to go about their day, the bazaars were already opening with some activity. The city was one of exoticness yet technological advancements with many living clean and decent lives thanks to the mined Ghost Ather, a small pile of it could fuel an eighth of the city alone and Amity was no stranger to a large populace. The buildings built from aether to keep it strong plus gold and silver with marble, if Shangri-la was real this was it but the main city was mostly full of rich nobles and knights. As one ventured farther out, oh say, into the country side the buildings took on a fuller and cheaper frame because that was mainly peasant land yet a couple nobles dotted the area to get away from dismal court life. But back to the main city and it's most prominent feature... The palace. Ten stories of grandiose, diamonds and money and all of it belonged to the Emperor, Emperor Plasmius. He ruled with an iron fist as well as had one, his room which resided on the top floor of this magnificent abode came equipped with six wide windows that let him see the entirety of his domain. Speaking of the glorious morning and the Emperor's elaborate bedroom, he woke up and stretched on his wide Hindu style bed, his teal skin caught the light and deepened the colors of his numerous war scars. He smiled with savage pride but nonetheless... Two black rings split across his body and his skin took on a pale peach with a light olive tint, the ebony hair tuned platinum while blood red eyes became sky blue. He walked over to a window and touched it, it slid smoothly back and let him out on to the balcony so he could look over his vast city with pride and content. He sniffed the air, it was perfect his shape nose catching the sweet scents of the different levels of his empire. The lower alphas, their beta and gamma spouses, plus the most treasured and rare... The omegas. The mingling of all their combined yet muddled scents made the city an aphrodisiac all its own. He leaned on the rail and hummed till he saw... THAT.
That lithe black streak in the distance that circled around the city sprinkling the air with its rich OMEGA scent. Plasmius felt his restraint waver as he watched the majestic creature fly around in figure eights and loop de loops unknowingly spreading it's sweet and intoxicating scent. The being smelled delicious, causing Plasmius to lick his lips in hunger and damn near reveal his true nature to his entire main kingdom! He caught himself then snarled, that irksome yet delectable creature had to be the ever growing thorn in his side... The Phantom. No one had ever encountered it in person but he knew one thing whenever this thing was out, the city was inclined to go into a rut later in the day— a pure and savage fuck feast amongst all classes and all breeds. Did it even have a clue as to what it was doing let alone what it was making HIM want to do?! The scent of it was profound and miraculous : sandalwood, an ocean breeze, cinnamon with the notorious mix of white orchids- the flower of death. This was the scent to Plasmius but in truth it had no real words of description. The powerful ruler just wanted to fly out and claim the poor thing, screw it through the Ghost Zone, Amity and back for two lifetimes and a piece. Plasmius had no other choice... He really didn't feel taking another cold shower.
After a long and self-intimate bath, Plasmius dressed for the day in a pair of black pants and a lone red cape and ventured into the throne room where he found his chief staff, all Alphas and ALL... In bad moods. The pure and noxious scent of that roaming Omega, placing all of them in a rutting mood except for the palace entertainer, Ember. The only good news to this cloud of ill temperament was that the Phantom hadn't been in heat, if it had been... PURE RAGE FEAST. Amongst the Alphas only none of them had a clue as to who or what it was. Plasmius took a seat and propped his head up on his fist.
"You all smell it to, I presume? " His Prime Hunter and General, Skulker raged first.
"Raaaah~! Just let me go hunt for the BEDAMNED THING! " Plasmius flashed his crimson eyes at the man ghoul and he submitted.
"He has a point..." Chimed Lady Spectra as she puffed on a lone cigarette. "Have you even seen my brothels? The Betas and Gammas have gone mad. They WON'T EVEN look at the omegas, I own," She then slithered over to his Imperial Majesty and dared to seduce him only he snarled darkly when she rubbed on his chest. "Plus those dark pants you're wearing surely aren't hiding that problem in your pants. " Plasmius yanked her and bent her over his lap, growling as to entice a shiver.
"Has that Unknown made you so pitiful and thirsty you dare touch me of all creatures? "
"I need a strong knot and all other men have failed me. " She moaned as he played with her supple flesh, ever one of his touches had her skin on fire. "I beg you my king, please do with me as you see fit! Screw me to the Underverse and back! " He flung her into Skulker's arms, she raged and attempted to tackle him but a blast of psychic energy knocked her back, luckily she was caught... By the palace scribe, The sheer aggression of her assault practically pushed her into heat, the poor periwinkle tinted man has no choice in the matter when she started to molest his chest and neck... He was a Beta.
"You'll do... For now... " She purred and drug the poor MARRIED man off. Plasmius rolled his eyes in disgust but thought over what had been said while the rest of his court had dispersed, he casted a wayward glance to his entertainer, she glared back but gave a small nod and played a soft chord on her guitar. The marks near her eyes smoothing out as she smiled softly at the tune, it calmed everyone really. It was the only viable defense against an Omega's scent, music doth sooth the savage beasts after all.
"Ya know, My Lord... " Vlad looked to the blue tinted girl and her turquoise hair. "Those two do have a point... "
"Oh really, Ember? " He asked mockingly. Out of all his cabinet, he enjoyed the young entertainer the most, she was fluent in all instruments, an avid fighter and was usually quiet plus if and when she did speak it was with only sound advice from and for the heart.
"You need a mate. " She replied quietly as she closed her eyes and let the music flow. "Out of all of us, that little Phantom drives you the most insane. I saw you nearly throw yourself off the balcony for the bedamned Whatever. " Vlad growled while a pink blush dusted his cheeks, the Phantom had driven him all but mad in recent months yet it had only appeared about a year and some time ago. He wanted that decadent thing but it was elusive to its dying breath. It made Vlad PERSONALLY want to seek it out and give it what it was blatantly asking for.
"Skulker! " It took a minute but eventually the green haired, pale huntsman appeared with a knife in hand— obviously— making Ember blush.
"Yes, Hell Bane?" He sassed, irritated he had been pulled from his weapon sharpening .
"Cut the bullshit..." Plasmius growled. "I have a mission for you. "
"Does it involve that pesky little Omega menace, flying about right now? "
"IT'S HERE ?!" The Emperor all but roared. "WHY DIDN'T ANYONE DAMMIT SAY ANYTHING?! " Yet he did muse over the fact that noxious scent had been hanging around longer than usual.
"Is your nose stuffy? " The huntsman chimed with a smirk on his face. Plasmius growled but nonetheless moved to float up to his balcony, his prime general following. Skulker was one of the select few who was allowed in the Lord's private quarters but mainly his reason for the occupation was business. Speaking of, the object of their current deal was performing a nauseating and phermone-releasing dance of loop de loops, swirls, and figure eights. Both men had to restrain themselves before they did something they regretted or at the very worst killed each other over the thing.
"What the hell is that? " Plasmius mused as they watched it in awe.
"Don't know but according to a few sources it originated from the lower region near the Styx River. " Skulker supplied. "The scent says it's like us, a cheater of death. I was going to hunt it down anyway. Any personal preference for its capture? "
"ALIVE. First off. " Plasmius replied, Skulker rolled his eyes but listened. "If it gives you trouble, you have permission to knock it out but when it awakes treat it kindly. But I want. IT... " His eyes turned red and his claws unknowingly clenched around Skulker's neck, the hunter took it but was ready to subdue his violently schizophrenic Emperor if the choke out turned deadly. "Pure. Untouched. Clean. "