Previously on Children of Omne, A group of sirens tried to covert Luna's pscyhe to their cause, only for Exile and his forces to massacre the amphibious species. Now he moves to the comedian in the family, Luan.

Exile's POV

I exit Luna's body and I look at her and can almost feel her lungs taking in more air. I admire my handiwork, yet I'm still annoyed that those damn abominations from hurting her, turning her against me, and attempting to drag her into a watery version of hell. I look at the comedian Luan, still cracking jokes in her sleep, with her camera on her at all times.

I can use this object to my advantage. After turning the camera on myself, I mutter to it, copying and transferring and deleting data to it as I speak to the camera, "You have watched us ever since my birth Luan, now it is time I return the favor, and make realize who you and I truly are." snap my fingers and transport myself to her world of "funny".

Luan's POV

I talk on stage to my own comedy club. I start off having a member of the audience smell my flower and it sprays water in his face! The audience cracks up. I look around and notice a guy in a obsidian-black suit though his face is concealed by a golden crown-like mask with unknown markings twirling a glowing dagger between his fingers. I make a joke, "What, did you come from the freak show?" The masked merely points behind her. I turn around and he is directly in front of me. His eyes just inches from my own. "Obviously you never heard of a masquerade ball, otherwise you must have a face that not even a mother would love." He laughs and everyone laughs too, but his laugh is one that makes even me nervous. He says to me "Thinks the one with braces and an unstable dark side. April Fools anyone? Or do you consider a prank-fueled war, a holiday for your clan?"

My eyes go wide in disbelief, "He he how do you know about that?" His eyes take on an amused expression. "What have you done all this time?" I try to stutter a reply "I I I have been making jokes." Part of the mask arches upward, acting like an eyebrow "Really? Well you are a joke, so I suppose that's true. Tell me, fool, what do you fight for? What do you strive for?" I try and respond, but I can't think of anything. He looks at me and says "Thought so. You have nothing to fight for, at least not yet. A life of a man without something to die for is a man not worth living at all. Best I can do with that is turn them into Prometheans. At least they died with honor and the knowledge of gaining a second chance.

Exile's POV

The comedian seems both scared and confused at the same time, probably oblivious to the truth that I bring. Maybe speaking through her own logic might strike a certain nerve. "What do you call someone with a gag flower on them at all times, with a collection of VHS tapes of her only brother, wreaks pain on family and has the inability to make her own siblings laugh? This girl! Ha Ha ha ha ha!"

She starts clenching her fists as I mock her "Aw. Someone's about to snap? C'mon, hit me, you know want to. Or are you going to make another bad joke. Not like I ever heard a good one before. Ha ha" She seems to calm down despite the fact that her audience has betrayed her. Seems it's not the first time she has experienced this kind of indignity before. Let's try another angle. "For my next trick, I'm going to need the assistance of a member of the audience. You! I have a coin on me right now. Which side do you take, heads or tails?" or tails?" The random guy yells out to me "Tails!"

A large hand construct then appears out of nowhere and grabs him as I pull out the coin. I say to him "Alright, I choose heads" As I flip the coin the hands thumb reaches closer to the man's neck and starts pushing upwards. His head, unable to handle the strain is then ripped off his body at such a precise angle that it lands in my left hand, the coin landing on top of it on heads. "Oh sorry, it's heads. That means you lose yours". The audience starts screaming, and running off in random "You really should have picked heads, then if you lasted long enough I would have just gave you a tail. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Further analysis of the head features brown eyes and hair, freckles, and a straw hat with a red band. I tell her "You see dear that's funny! Ha ha ha ha, what no jokes? How about I make you commit sudoku, or is it seppuku. I am not sure which is which. Still though, it was an interesting ritual, they would take a knife and then stabbed themselves in the gut, then they would put their hands out, and have another person would slice the warrior's neck and they would literally have their head in there hands. As a way of saying sorry for dishonoring themselves. This they believed would restore their honor. Either that or hara-kiri." I make a tanto form in my hand, place it in front of her and say to her "C'mon, do it! You want to fight for something, then do it!"

Luan's POV

I take the knife he placed before me, with him still screaming at me to do it. I take the blade and stab it in his eye. He lets out a scream of pain and I pull the blade out as he crumples to the floor. I slump to the floor and start crying. What have I done, why? He isn't dead no I just have to put his eye back in. I grab the blade pull it out of his eye and go to put it back in. That face I know that face. I mutter "That's not possible." I start hearing the man I've stabbed burst into laughter. His body turns to dust. The man's voice shouts in a distorted way. "Bwah ha ha ha ha, so you think that I was that easy to get rid of? Seriously I've lost track of how many times I've tried." I start yelling "Why are you doing this to me?" I start to see flashes the club starts to disappear. I hear his voice again "You just made things worse my dear. Cause now it's my version of April Fools Day! Welcome to Armageddon!"

Exile is being serious this time. How will things play out for Luan? Until then, make your own destiny. Promethean reference belongs to the Halo series.