Emperion

In a dark alley a man leaning on a wall with a hologram of the news channel streaming from his watch, with tears and a broken expression of pain painted on his face, listening intensely to the news anchor.

Anchor: with the war coming to an end the empire's underworld is in shambles, a lot of gangs and organizations suffered a cleansing, or as the netizens like to call it the purge. No one knows the reason or motive behind the attacks , but what we speculate is that the reason was for revenge, because our sources reports of the crime scene doesn't paint a good picture, it's suggested a personal vendetta against the victims of this crime.

And ...

Anchor: Breaking news our sources at the capital police department reported that the killer was found in an abandoned church. he was found dead from blood loss due to multiple stab and gun shot wounds. After a thorough DNA analysis the police discovered him to be a one Perseus Seraph, if you don't recognize his name. don't be, not much is known about him, according to the the police investigation Perseus seraph died 19 years ago at the age of three but what shocked the investigators is his other identity as Kaiser Margrave, A.K.A the Phantom Assassin. What's most shocking about this discovery is that the phantom assassin was an Omega male....

"No no no no no no this isn't happening, it wasn't suppose to end like this".

The man stood up straight and bolted to the north dodging pedestrians and hover cars .

Sprinting Between main streets and dark alleyways for 10 minutes , until he stopped at a dilapidated church, surrounded by a hologram that read (an active crime scene do not trespass ). Ignoring the signs he barged in, and the color drained from his face. What he saw was a trail of blood going from the door and pooling at the alter, but there was no body.

He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad that his body wasn't there anymore, because he didn't know if he could face him after the cluster fuck that he caused, he really didn't mean for all this to happen.

He walked slowly as the guilt and shame and sorrow consumed him at every step he got closer to the alter. His tears flooded his face , he barely managed to reach the alter , not because of any obstacle . But the closer he got to the alter the more blood there was, and he felt suffocated by guilt. At last he reached the end and his knees immediately gave up on keeping him standing straight, and he fell in front of the alter with a bloody silhouette printed on the old wood. And that was the final straw that broke everything that he kept inside.

He started bawling, "aaaahhhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhh" . and screaming apologies " sorry I'm sooo sooorrrrryyy , i didn't mean for this to happen please come back please plea...".

He knows deep down that nothing he could say could ever excuse his actions, but he couldn't accept this outcome, he felt his soul cracking and breaking from the sorrow.

So to feel him one last time he positioned himself the same as the bloody imprint on the alter, his clothes already soaked red from the blood , although it was winter he still could feel his warmth. He stayed like that for hours until he heard a police siren at the distance.

he contemplated staying and killing them all but remembering Perseus body at the morgue alone, 'god only knows what they would do to his body, I should give him a burial worthy for kings. That the least thing I could do for him'.

He pushed himself off the floor and heard gears turning and stop at the foot of the alter, so he pushed the same spot that was covered by blood hours ago, and the sound of gears kept on turning until.

*shuffle* "Ting"

With that last noise a hidden compartments opened, inside contained a metal box. He took it and escaped the church and ran to his hideout. When he entered the safe room he opened the box with measured movements fearing of breaking Perseus last Remaining Possession.

And what was in the box was a worn out leather book with the initial [P.S]. When he removed the book he found a sticky note on the back and it read (to Byron)

The man laughed through his tears all the guilt and sorrow he was holding on doubled, and he said in a shaky voice ,"after all that I've done to you, you still keep on looking out for me", he whispered "don't you".

Byron stood there clutching the book tightly, as if he relaxed his grip the book would disappear.

After calming his mind the best he could he opened the book.

Dear diary: if you are reading This. Byron, this means that I'm dead or soon to be . be prepared This isn't a pretty fairytale like the ones I used to read to you with a happy ending, but a Grimm tale with a realistic one.

Ch1:

My life should've been glorious, filled with happiness and love, I should've been protected and cared for.

But the strings of fate got entangled and here I am.

Being born as an omega in a world dominated by alphas isn't precisely a bad thing, and neither is it a bad thing to be born with an excellent physical ability and the most powerful spiritual ability in the history of the world. What's bad is being born to a sexist alpha scientist, who experimented on you from your birth to make the first alive and growing bio Artificial intelligence, resulting in a failure and an explosion decimating everything in 100 meter radius with the exception of you and a trashed containment capsule that you were in.

But I didn't get off Scott free, from an [SSS+] I became a waste with an [F-] rank spiritual ability. but my saving grace is that my physical ability of [S] still remained the same.

You may ask, how can you remember everything that happened to you, well if I were to guess I'd say having an [SSS+] spiritual ability comes with a few bonuses. But the moment I lost my spiritual ability is the moment I lost those to...