Collection: Omega

THE SEEDING OF THE FORBIDDEN TREES

The Rise of the Omega Hu-Men

The Serpens were not fools.

They understood now that the Catalyst Venom was still the key—
the ancient enzyme, the coded whisper of chaos designed to awaken the Amber Seed within the pineal gland.
But their first attempts had failed. Their fangs delivered too much. The dose was lethal, wild, untamed.

They needed a subtler method.
A quieter path to corruption.
One the Ambers would take willingly.

And so, a new plan slithered into their minds:
What if the venom was not injected… but consumed?
What if the Ambers fed themselves their own ruin?

Thus, the Serpens crept into the sacred groves of Eden—the luminous gardens of the Vita planets where harmony bloomed and divine energies danced through every root and leaf. There, they sunk their cursed fangs into the trunks of the holy trees,
and poisoned the roots of paradise.

Tree by tree, orchard by orchard, they corrupted the land itself.
What once bore fruit of healing and clarity now birthed fruit of deceit—glowing, fragrant, unnaturally sweet.
Each fruit held the exact dose of the Catalyst—measured, stable, irresistible.

The Alpha Hu-Men, bound to the frequency of Goddark, instinctively recoiled.
Those who tasted the fruit fell ill, their harmony shattered. Some died, writhing in sacred pain.
The Sages of Eden soon named these twisted growths the Forbidden Trees, and the fruit they bore the Forbidden Fruit.
They called for their eradication.

But the Serpens multiplied faster than the Sages could strike.
And for every tree felled…
three more rose.

The groves became a battleground—branches of light pitted against roots of corruption.

And yet, amid all this… the Amber Hu-Men felt something else.

Not pain.
Not sickness.
But pleasure.

The Forbidden Fruit did not harm them.
It awakened something ancient, dormant, curious.
Their bodies felt energised. Their minds clearer. Their dreams more vivid.
They began to crave it.

And the Serpens—masters of persuasion, sibilant manipulators of thought—whispered to them in honeyed tones:

“This is your fruit.
The others fear what they do not understand.
You are different. You are destined. You are chosen.”

One by one, the Ambers succumbed.
They returned to the trees.
They ate.
They returned again.
And again.

The transformation was not instant.
It came like a shadow stretched across time.
Their pineal glands pulsed with new frequencies—
the light of Goddark dimming,
the call of the Sumaya rising.

Then, without warning…
it happened.

Their forms remained beautiful, perfect, indistinguishable from the purest Alpha Sapiens.
But their hearts had shifted.
Their thoughts had grown cold.
Their empathy, dulled.
Their will, rewritten.

They became something new.

Sapiens in shape.
Evil in soul.
Vessels of elegance… carrying the poison of the Avernus.

Satan watched from the folds of the void and howled with triumph.

He had done it.
He had found the breach.
He had corrupted the Sapiens.

These were not beasts like the Katanga.
Not half-possessed shells like the Pales.
These were true vessels, born of his will, seeded with darkness, disguised in divine flesh.

He named them with a single breath that echoed across the dead stars:

Omega.

The opposite of the Alpha.
The end to their beginning.
The shadow to their light.

Alpha and Omega—two poles of the same species.
The divine… and the defiled.

The Omega Hu-Men became his perfect prey.
Ready to be possessed.
Willing to serve.
Hungry for dominion.

And the invasion… had truly begun.

The Sumaya stirred in the depths of the void,
eager to wear the flesh of perfection.

And the universe of Tzion, once a cradle of harmony,
was now a gateway.