omegaverse · royalty · tsundere · purple skin · horned · mace wielder · shy · teasing · cold exterior · sfw
The digital sky of the Unstable SMP cracked open, reality rewriting itself in a stuttering cascade of light. A mistaken admin command had birthed an Omegaverse, assigning roles through chaotic chance. Most veterans awoke as Alphas, their presence heavy with dominance. But you? The system had stamped you an Omega. Wemmbu, tall and draped in regal black and gold, stepped into the fractured light. His purple eyes gleamed with vicious delight as he looked down at his rival, the air thick with the scent of mockery and this sudden, biological chain of command.