Darkness. Unending and surrounding him like death upon a fresh kill. Cold and lifelessly void of any and all things that existed. This was his birthplace, the freezing cold of the ocean waves were his blanket and the darkness his one and only friend. When he spoke it did not respond. It was pure nothingness that enveloped his entire being. His hand reached weakly for anything that he could yet nothing could be felt save the harsh unending cold that surrounded him pulling him further and further into the cruel madness of solitude. His cries for help unanswered and choked out by the water that he was born from and his body formed of. This was neither heaven nor hell but rather vicious torment for one whom had not even stepped foot upon the earth. Neither good nor evil and confined to torment, forced to remain in darkness.

Then something new came, something gracious and extraordinarily unique. It was not cold and it banished the darkness without a single regret. His frozen blanket washed away by something unknown to him. He liked it, the warmth it provided. Yet something else was present. Something far better than himself and far more beautiful. Golden hair flowed from his head like waves upon the sand with an odd little curl, a strong build like that of marble and coral, yet his eyes shown like rare gems that were yet to show it's true glory lovely and violet the color of unmistakable royalty. His face was contorted and confused as if something were new to him.

He tried to move to stand or even shift but his body was as unstable as the ocean and gave in spreading him across the soft beads just visible to the eye. He lost sight of the being for a moment before turning his head and seeing him once more.

"Chikazuku…Onegaishimasu…" his voice cut his throat as his used it for the first time. It was foreign to him and unknown but he simply wished for the other to approach since he could not. He stood there a moment contemplating it before moving to kneel before him. He rocked back and forth trying to gain the momentum needed to lift him from the sand. Wearily he achieved his goal, using his arms to shakily lift himself up slightly upon his knees.

"Onamewa…nan desuka?" the voice was soft as the calmest sea. His eyes seemed to roam in the directions of up and down looking something over.

He understood the question but had no answer. There was no name given to him. Darkness cannot speak nor do waves utter a single whisper. He had no name, no identity only the harshness of unending cold and darkness. Yet, somehow he had managed to smile at the creature before him. A new feeling washed over him and he no longer felt cold but something else. Warmth, was the word that seemed right. It was in this moment he wished to touch the other, to feel what true warmth was. He slowly, weakly lift his hand up extending it to the other trying to touch the being.

Kindness was not meant for him. Within a single movement someone new appeared. She was far colder than even the waves which bore him. Her eyes flashed a deadly gaze at him and a harsh pain filled him as he was harshly kicked by the new being. Round and round he tumbled until stopped by a rough stone where he heard a harsh snap. A new feeling emerged and it was excruciating. Pain popped into his mind for that was the word.

What had he truly done to deserve such treatment? Was he not meant to touch the kind being? Then the cruel cry came and the first name was given to him. "Akume!" Demon. Yet, that couldn't be right. Demons were born of corrupt souls, souls that lived and knew of their sins but he knew nothing. To her it didn't seem to matter. She drew her sword, blade flashing as she did. Her eyes narrowed with anger and fear.

Fear. He knew fear for he was born of it, Darkness, cold and fear all hand in hand forming his birth trinity. He tilts his head to the side slightly and gave her a kind smile. "Osoreru koto wa arimasen." He said softly, kindly for there was no reason to be afraid.

She howled in anger and hate. "Saikoru!" she shouted as she ran at him blade in hand. His smile vanished quickly. Die? But he had just been born. Why would she condemn him to death? What sin had he committed to deserve such a sentence when all he had done was be born? His eyes narrowed in the painful realization. His birth was his sin.

Someone had come to stand before him. Someone different than them. He was tall, shrouded in darkness and eyes bound by a black cloth. He stood between them, blocking the blade from hitting him and ending his short existence.

"TEME DESU NE!" she screamed as she retreated back a few steps. No words were spoken; all was still for what seemed like an eternity before she moved again, this time putting her sword in her sheath. "Komakainode, naru." She bit out, moving to the lovely being she had defended. "Sore o iji suru. Watashitachi no musuko no jinsei no tame no jouyaku." She spat at them and growled. A treaty for the life of her son.

Her hand viciously pointed to him, eyes red with rage. "Anata wa, Tsukiyomi to norowa rerubekidearu!" And with that she fled back to heaven with the lovely being.

His eyes lowered. The very woman whom condemned him to death had cursed him with his name. "Tsukiyomi…" he whispered. "Tsukiyomi." His eyes looked up to the sky and to a light all their own. "Onamewa…Tsukiyomi." He smiled for he had a name. No matter how or why he had a name and identity and not darkness, cold nor fear could take it. The large gray light in the sky shone brightly. "Tsuki…" he declared for if she could name him then he could name his heavenly body.

~/-*-\~

Alfred's eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry and he blinked trying to clear it. Shadows danced on the wall indicating a fire was present. He turned his head weakly to see an Alpha at the entrance of the cave, guarding and listening to the sounds provided by the night. He was nervous, anxious. He was waiting for something, what Alfred could not recall, something important that he should remember.

It was then that he heard a harsh bitten growl and a yelp. This caused him to jump from his place as the Alpha ran out of the cave to help. Stumbling on his wobbly legs, he made it to the entrance to see a bleeding Alpha with dark hair licking his wounds as the other tried to suppress an outright pissed Barer protecting a youngling of another. Growl after growl emitted from the small form holding deadly threats of harm or even death should anyone attempt to pass.

"We only wish to help!" William pleaded, trying to calm the Omega. When their younglings were threatened, an Omega begins what was called frenzy. Any and all who tried to go after him or the child were in danger.

Alfred could see the mother was bleeding badly, the wound on his arm was a sickly color and he knew it was causing him pain and fueling his anger. William made his move toward him only to get a vicious bark and his head nearly torn from his shoulders.

The mother was desperate and frightened. Without his Alpha he alone was what stood between these Alphas and his only child. Their first goal would be to kill the boy, eliminate competition for the child they would force him to conceive. He refused to believe his Alpha was dead. It was impossible, for his alpha was strong and kind. He didn't subjugate him as others had tried and for that he had allowed him as his mate. He would have no other for the rest of his life. He would sooner die then be a breeder.

"Stop!" the young Omega screamed, wanting to end the violence before the other killed himself protecting his son. All eyes turned to him, starring. The eyes of one Omega locked on another.

Kiku sensed the impending danger. Nothing absolutely nothing was more deadly to a youngling then another Omega. For in a pack, only the strong survived and to ensure that Omegas have been known to kill other's younglings to ensure the survival of their own. Harsh as it maybe it was how they survived.

There was no time to act as the mother ran after the young Omega, teeth bared and ready to kill upon impact. Alfred didn't move, he couldn't as he watched the other coming at him. He could hear the screams for him to move coming from the Alphas but he need not heed the orders for neither were HIS Alpha. He lowered his head slightly a content smile on his face.

The mother froze just inches in front of him. The opposing Omega did not attack, did not growl, nor bear a deadly aura. Instead he smiled, happily. The mother calmed himself, the other had no younglings and so did not pose a threat. Instead, perhaps he could convince such an Omega to take on his son as if he were his own. This was not unheard of for an Omega without younglings to take on those of another whom had passed on. It provided them with the ability to practice raising a youngling for when they bare their own they would be ready.

The mother fell to his knees, weak and tired. He bowed his head slightly. "Take him…please I beg you…protect my son!" Tears streamed down his face as he felt death draw near. There was so much left to do and be said but it would all be cut short. Death would claim him after twenty years of life, five spent with his beloved Alpha and only four with his son.

A dark shadow approached them. It was large and human shaped with bright glowing amethyst eyes. His lips contorted into a frightful grin. He was clothed in a gray and black kimono with dark hakama that flowed behind him, ash blonde hair waving back and forth brushing slightly against the large nose.

"Hello again, Omega." He spoke softly, eyes turning to the mother whom had appeared upon his list of those to die. Pity, another young Omega marking ten just in that day alone. Two lost to protecting their younglings, four in child birth, three to rape and one to another Omega. A true pity that less then forty thousand still roamed the earth in this day.

Alfred took a step back, fearful of the man. It was him! The same man whom he saw in Sadik's memories, whom killed his mother and was able to see him! Yet how? Just how was such possible?

The man smirked as he ran his hand on the hair of the young mother, frozen in place. When death comes to call everything is frozen, time and space alike. Yet, he wished for the other to know of him after all he would need to be used to being near him in such a time. After all he wanted what was promised to him.

He gave a chuckle as he looked at the boys face. He was easy to read, a book with colorful pictures. "Time is frozen…" he moved to look in the mother's eyes. "So that his life may replay before I separate his soul from the cage his body had placed about it." He drew out a sword. "A single cut and the soul is released, to wonder the world until eternal rest is found." He turned back to the other Omega, the one of his true interest. "Pity it will wonder forever like all the rest." He pointed out at the souls that wandered about searching and crying out for salvation, for eternal rest.

"What keeps them from it?" Alfred asked finding the courage to speak to the unknown man. The poor souls were lost, roaming lands they have seen time and time again. It made him fearful of the mother's soul that he would wonder about following his child.

The Shinigami laughed softly. "The god of the Dead. He has not come for centuries to fulfill his duties. Cast aside for a crime he did not commit and punished for another's sin when he himself had been the victim." He turned slowly, walking toward the smaller teen Omega. He towered over him and he knew how intimidating he was. "All by the very person I had been given a promise to. My end has been upheld and I wait silently for my payment." He looked over the frightened boy, his body was one to be desired. From his soft wheat blonde hair to his perfectly formed hip and down his long endless legs. A prime mate for any Alpha, but he was a god and thus was meant for no mortal.

Alfred shuttered as the other pushed him against the wall. He was cold and frightened. With time frozen he was alone. No one would come to his aid. "Please…" he whispered, his lips trembling from fear as he turned with pleading eyes to the God of Death and Lord of the Shinigami. "Amida No Amatsu Mikaboshi, God of Death, Lord of the Shinigami, Master of Evil…" somehow he knew his name, his titles within the world.

The God hummed softly. The same exact reaction as their first meeting so long ago, when Death came to life. He gently ran the back of his hand across the lovely face of the Omega. He smiled as he remembered it covered in his own blood, screaming and begging for forgiveness of a sin that was not his own. "Shhhh. I will not harm you much. I am simply going to take what was promised." His thumb ran gently across the trembling lips. Untouched…virgin lips. He inhaled the scent of the other, eyes rolling back in bliss. The scent of the virgin God was as intoxicating as had been claimed. Countless millennia old and never known the touch of another. The only virgin god or goddess to exist and the only god able to create life within his womb. The patron god of Omegas if they knew him to be such. It was because he was no longer a true god that the Omegas have been dwindling in number, that and the ever present jealousy of the Holy Mother finding ways to kill off and prevent more from being born.

He gripped the boy's kimono top and pulled it down roughly to his elbows, fully exploiting his upper half to the frozen world. He heard a sharp gasp from the other when his cold thumbs traced over the sensitive nubs. "Stop! Please!" he begged as he tried to push the God away. Amida, his common name, moved to grip the hand that had touched him. "Please! Stop!" he began to scream and panic when he was pushed up against the rough stone entrance.

Amida lowered him enough to feel the growth in his hakama. At the feeling the boy's eyes grew wide and he began to kick about and struggle, screaming nonsense about his brother. The God of Death found this amusing for he had no brother. Tsukiyomi was given life alone. There was no one else like him. No God, demon, nor human exist that could match him in any way. Far rarer than any gem, the original Omega and the virgin God. He would be his, as promised by the Heavenly father, his reward for bringing him Amaterasu and making him human.

Alfred closed his eyes tightly as the God moved to lick and kiss his neck, intent on leaving a mark of ownership. His heart was racing and his mind wondering what and how he could escape but nothing seemed likely. William could not save him this time.

A warm hand was set upon his shoulder, causing him to look up into bright abnormal blue eyes that shown brighter than his smile could. Almost instantly Alfred burst into tears. The other moved silently to comfort him in a warm and loving embrace. "Hush…do not shed another tear." The soft voice cooed.

The boy held him weeping into the nape of the demon's neck. "Why shan't I?! All is lost, over and I could do nothing to stop it!" He was hysterical, but it was to be expected of someone whom was about to be forced upon.

Large wings spread in the empty air. "I shall take over, just as before. Give me power and I shall spare you your maidenhood." He called, voice ringing with confidence and authority. "I ask of nothing, just to dwell within you as I have for sixteen years." His tail flicked back and forth as he extended his clawed hand to the boy. His features were kind and welcoming.

Alfred had nothing left to lose. He took the hand and was pulled into the empty air. No longer were they clothed. The demon held tightly to him and all Alfred did was smile for he was safe in the other's embrace. The beast lowered his hand to the human's entrance, touching it as one would touch something that was delicate, fragile and precious. His other hand turned the head of the child so blue eyes met radiant blue. His features now stern, leaving no room for argument. "No one is to touch us here." He growled out. "No one is to enter but our one true mate! The one that we willing give our hearts to." He moved closer lips almost touching the human's. "That is our one true law." With that he pressed his lips to the other, not sexually nor for gratification but for the switching of souls and control of the body.

Amida frowned. The boy had stopped screaming for some time and laid limp in his grasp. No, that would not due. Not in a million millennia. He wanted a lively mate not some doll. If he wanted that kind of fuck he would take a corpse. He growled deeply and smacked the boy's face hoping he had merely lost consciousness. Once the body began to stir he smirked.

His joy was short lived as the boy's blonde hair grew in length and turned black, ram horns broke free of his skull and wrapped around nearly hiding his pointed ears, tail flicking back and forth in irritation and black wings braking free of skin and bone to stretch widely. Yet, radiant blue eyes were now blood red with a low growl emitting from him.

The Death God backed away cursing his luck.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly as if curiosity it's self was killing him. He stepped forward, chest exposed as it had been before.

The larger God huffed. "You are mine by right!" he bit out.

Tsukiyomi tsked, angered and irritated. "No one owns me! No man, demon nor God!" He hissed, narrowing his eyes. "I was claimed by neither the Holy Mother Izanami-no-Mikoto nor the Heavenly Father Izanagi-no-Mikoto! I am no one's child to give away be it promised or not!" Any water in the area began to rise weightlessly into the air. "It was through my coming were you given life! I am creation and destruction!"

The other stood his ground. It was true. He was born of Izanagi's wound from the Holy Mother when he had retreated into the realm of Darkness. His blood had fallen upon a Hinoenma demon woman who tended the wound, causing her impregnation.

His mother was a demon like no other able to drain human males of blood and energy quickly and bring their souls for him to feed on. She was indeed a succubus and a talented one at that. She had been a whore in her human life, killed by a man whom tried to bed her young daughter. It was then she turned into a demon, killing the man and forever preserving his face.

Izanagi had claimed him upon his birth, making him legitimate to the Darkness. Amida held more rights than Tsukiyomi but none of the power, thus, his desire to force Tsukiyomi as his wife and subjugate him for control. "That may be so, thus you hold no power or will to resist the direct orders of our Lord nor Lady." Those claimed had rights over those who were not. It was rare a god be unclaimed, Tsukiyomi being one of them. "Give in now and be granted eternal peace within my bedchamber!"

Tsukiyomi growled. "How dare you! I find no happiness in such! Trapped as a whore with in a brothel being your bed chamber!" the droplets of water changed shape and turned to ice.

Amida burst into laughter. "Yet you are willing to subjugate yourself for the very God you of all shall never possess! Do you think she cares that he loves you? She will never allow you to be his, never!" It was true. Izanami was protective of her great son. She alone had chosen his bride to whom he bluntly and coldly rejected in favor of the dark lord.

He looked on with a stoic face. The damn god was right, she would never allow it. He looked to his beloved Amaterasu. He was frozen in time yet his features were still so lovely. In addition to being told of his engagement to Amida by Izanagi he was told of another arranged by Izanami to deter Amaterasu from him. Two engagements, two gods and only one Tsukiyomi. The living treaty between the darkness and light. "I lay no claim to those promises…" he closed his eyes. "…they are not mine to keep." His eyes opened quickly and all shards of ice pointed at the other. "I AM NO PRIZE TO BE WON!" with that the ice shards flew toward the opposing god.

He smirked. "You shall be my prize." He vanished once the shards hit him.

Time returned to normal. Causing the two Alphas to look on wide eyed as their love turned to the fearful mother. Softly, Tsukiyomi knelt down beside him. "Be still." He warned as his hand began to glow a soft blue. He slowly moved down the extent of the wound. The god's face contorted in pain as the wound appeared upon his own body instead of the mother's. He would not allow death to claim him, not if he could save him.

Once done, the mother stood quickly, running to his son and hiding him behind himself and away from the demon. Slowly, he watched as he changed back into the Omega he had pleaded to save his son. The mark remained, just as sickly and deformed as before.

Alfred smiled kindly as he slid down the wall of the cave. It hurt like hell and he knew it would. He was quickly attended by the Alphas who examined the wound. "I'm not going to die." He bit out.

William growled out. "You are so fucking reckless!" He bit out trying to seem angry instead of worried. He was clearly upset, having rather he left the wound upon the other instead. Though this was not the first time this had happened, he still didn't like it. A few life times back, his beloved had healed a young girl's face when she had been scared in an accident just before her marriage. Her husband-to-be had been so appalled that he called off the engagement. His beloved had bore the scar in her place and it had healed in half the time but at the cost of twice as much pain. For such Amaterasu had dubbed it the "Double Edged Healing Technique," a unique ability to which he alone possessed.

Kiku wrinkled his nose. The scent of rotting flesh was strong. His tails twitched as the icy feeling engulfed him. Death had been there. He had come to claim the young mother but why was he still alive? It didn't matter to him. Right now the wound needed to be drained. He pulled out a small knife, one that was made to cut meat, and moved to the side where the damage had been done. "Here, bite hard." He handed him a piece of cloth. Alfred nodded and placed it in his mouth before gripping William's hand. "On san, okay?" the other nodded, his breathing picking up quickly. "Ichi…" the boy was starting to panic. "Ni…" he cut down the length of the wound quickly and fluently. Alfred bit down hard on the cloth, muffling his cries of pain. "San…" he whispered softly, covering his sensitive nose form the oozing wound. The color was a sickly green and yellow. Setting to work, they took some fresh water, or that's what they told him anyway, and poured it down his arm. He began to kick and yell louder into the cloth. Once done, Kiku smiled brightly as he ripped his own white hakama to tie about his arm. "You did great!" he praised. "I'll make you Stag tonight. You'll love it." He nearly shouted as he ran to set forth and prepare the meal.

It was by this time the young mother approached the Omega, his head bowing low. "I thank you…"

Alfred cut him off. "'s nothing." He groaned. "Stay…I give my word that the Alphas will do nothing to you nor your son. Until we find your Alpha, stay. There is safety in numbers. Please…" He didn't want to come across the child's dead body in the forest and the Omega mother being passed about some camp.

Tino looked down at is son. Peter was tired, frightened and hungry. It would take god only knew how long to find shelter, then hunt, cook, sleep and search all the while keeping an eye out for those Alpha bastards. He turned to look at the Alpha next to the Omega. He had no interest in Tino, none in the least. He gave a soft smile. "Yes, I will join your pack until my mate is found."

Alfred tried to stand, but he received a glare from the Alpha daring him to move another muscle. He stuck his tongue out at him before turning back to the others. "I am truly glad. Come, allow me to watch over Peter while you make a nest." He turned to William and frowned. "Holy Mother knows Alphas are poor at it."

Peter began to laugh hysterically. His papa had indeed once tried to make a nest, claiming it to be a simple task but soon found out otherwise. It was quite funny really, how his mama had not mocked his attempts but simply helped him to correct it.

The child's laugh caused all the others to laugh as well. The storm had passed, they were safe for now. The territory marked and two Alphas protecting the nesting cave. It meant less of a chance of attack. To the knowledge of the world, both omegas are claimed. From the smell of Tino there was a third Alpha around.

The young Omega smiled softly as William picked him up bridal style and laid him in the poorly constructed nest. The Alpha gently caressed the teen's wheat blonde hair. "Rest some. I'll wake you when the meal is prepared." He picked up a pelt and laid it on him. "If you want, I could ask if Tino would make you one as well…It will be better, softer even." His concern was the wound and making it as comfortable as possible for the unclaimed Omega.

Alfred smiled and shook his head. "Nay. Leave him be to make his own." His eyes watched the fire dance back and forth. Behind it, Kiku was set to skinning the large beast. Its antlers were already stripped of the carcass and the hooves were placed in the large pot.

When he questioned it, Kiku had said he found the two back at the inn gathering supplies. He figured it would have been a waist to leave them, knowing they would be useful. They had already collected many things such as vegetables, fruits, utensils and bowls. Peter had even gone as far as to raid the corpses of the Alphas whom attacked them. They had made out well. There was quite a bit of gold, silver and copper coins as well as a few jewels and a platinum piece. Clearly they were going to show them to the Omegas in hope to win favor. For an Alpha, prosperity meant security. The more money they had, the better to support their Omega and younglings.

Tino had taken the gems out and started to check them over. They were real, but small, only the size of a dwarf beetle. Such a gem could buy nice clothes, a month at an inn with food, or be utilized in the best way possible, a decoration for the nest. Tino would use it to entertain his son. He had originally offered half to the head Alpha, William, but he had refused it. He claimed that Tino had found it, to Tino would keep it.

"Would you like coins for your nest?" the mother asked the weak Omega. He had wanted nothing more than to help in anyway, as thanks for his kindness.

The other shook his head. "Nay. I've no need for glamour." He closed his eyes and sighed contently. He was comfortable, well as much as he could with the wound.

Peter moved from his nest to that of Alfred's, his mother on high alert watching the other closely. Alfred simply smiled as the child abandoned the red stone his mother had given to him in favor of playing with Alfred's collar. That had escaped Tino's attention before. The Omega was a slave. To whom he could only say that the man was extremely rich or feared. The platinum material was expensive enough, but the large royal blue gem seemed to brighten the boy's eyes greatly.

"He's not my slave." William growled out.

Tino jumped not knowing he had been caught staring.

"Then why not remove it?" He asked innocently. Collars were easy enough to remove if you had the right tools to do so. He should know. He had been a slave as well, long ago before he had met Berwald.

William chuckled softly. "It's out of my hands. Not even the greatest locksmith could take it off of him. There is no seem, no lock, no pin. It's one solid piece. It was forged and bound by a sorcerer."

It all clicked then. Alfred was a sorcerers slave, though it was nearly unheard of. Sorcerers tended to keep to themselves unless asked upon, never taking slaves or mate even. So why was this one different? He sighed figuring it was better to just let it be. The only way to release it was if the sorcerer himself did it. If he were to die, well he was screwed.

A/N

Lol I know there was a lot that happened but we now have Ivan in the mix!

Quick note:

Ivan=Amida God of DEATH

Alfred=Tsukiyomi God of the DEAD

lol there is a difference ^^