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“Despite the whole world turning against him, he will not die!”
Did Fluixon ever regretted saying that? No. Even if Saps was executed in front of him, it’s exactly what Flux would have wanted. Everything had gone well, everything was going so well and great according to his plan.
Saparata had already taken the bait—being framed by him, as hundreds of players hunting him down all across the sea and civilizations. Unable to find peace because death keeps following him in his own lonely journey.
Doom will not stop until he accepts his fate.
It’s been months since Saparata escaped the rigged trial and his deadly execution. Throughout the year, the white blob felt the urge to get his freedom back and kill Flux.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the guts to do it. He was already mated with the president of Luminara. Fluixon was his fated alpha and lover. Saps won’t deny it ‘cause he knows deep down he loves him very much.
But there is one thing that the white blob planned for him… Saparata knew that Fluixon and his goons were trying to search for him. In order to what? To get the execution successful or be owned like a pawn by Flux.
How does he know? When Saparata was hiding within the forest in the night, he met Flux’s goons. Well, not entirely met, it’s that Saps saw them from a distance and somehow managed to ear drop in their conversation, unaware of a white blob watching them.
And y’know what, Saps had been more than willing to sacrifice himself. The omega spent days and weeks, thinking about his life choices carefully. And that ends with a fatal decision.
Saps won’t risk his life anymore; to try and find allies, to try and prove his innocence, to try and fight Flux in the Colosseum. No, he won’t do those anymore. Perhaps, in the imaginary process, he would just die in the hands of a random player.
He’s tired. Of being unable to prove his truth, of being half-murdered by hundreds, of his growing anger and resentment towards Flux, of his inner omega begging to feel and smell his Alpha. So if saps can’t find his own peace, then he’ll have the man who left and framed him—watch him die in snow.
`` ¿Por qué te sigo queriendo? Ya no puedo más. Entre tus manos me estoy muriendo. ``
On the contrary, Fluixon had already ordered his goons to find Saps alive and good; if the white blob managed to escape the trial and the execution, which he was right. He would never admit it though, but he had been waiting for him, missing and dying to see his omega.
Flux isn’t scared of losing him, he won’t bother to show grief and fear if the white haired man accepted his execution. But why does the Fluixon, the president of Luminara, want to keep Saps to himself from the world? That’s because of the growing ache in his heart, his inner alpha telling him to search for him.
Including his guts, warning him that Saparata was planning something… leading to his own demise. Fluixon wasn’t afraid, no matter the situation or outcome is, he would survive. That was when the omega had sent a personal message.
Saparata whispers to you: can we please have a conversation in the snowy biome? just… you and me.
And Fluixon agreed. Who was he to decline? He was his mate, after all. His lover, or ex? Flux have been desperate to see how Saps was doing. He won’t doubt that his omega would fight him, he clearly knew that if Saparata killed him right on the snow, the whole world would see the message immediately and hunt him down endlessly.
So here he is. Flux ventured into the sea, civilizations and to the snowy mountains. He saw a beautiful tower on the bottom of the mountain. Quiet and calm yet so cold that Fluixon almost thought that Saps might’ve been frozen to death.
In the tower, he saw a figure sitting on the edge. Saps. Flux had forgotten how long his white hair was, how dazzling those golden eyes were, the two identical moles under his eyes that he used to peck on, and lastly the innocent smile on his face.
`` I'd be there in a hurry. Baby, come back to me. ``
The black haired man continued his journey, he can’t wait no more. His lover, his beautiful mate. Saparata. The one he loved truly and only, the person he framed for his own sins. His legs guided him towards the tall tower, he climbed until Fluixon stood face-to-face with him.
“You actually showed up.” The white haired man stated out of relief, as if he thought that Flux wouldn’t come, and something more… happiness? But it’s almost close to sadness. He chuckled lightly. Fluixon replied with a smug grin in his face, “Can’t say no to a friend, can I?”
Fluixon tried approaching him as Saps’ smile faltered slowly, “Flux, I don’t wanna think that I'm being kept as your pawn. You know- you should confess that-“ “I’m never going to do that, Saps.” The man interrupted him, of course, as Saparata expected; Flux would never confess his true sins.
“I knew you wouldn’t agree. I’m guessing that your plans would go well if I actually… accepted my doom, right?” Saparata questioned hesitantly. He hoped that, Flux would tell the truth to him. “Yeah, right... You were the perfect bait, Saps.”
The white blob’s lips trembled as it curled into a small frown, he didn’t think about that. He can’t predict what Fluixon plans to do. But can he predict Saps’ plan? “Saps, is this why you wanted to talk to me? Are you still denying that you didn't murder them?” How odd.
—But no way. Because Flux thinks it’s just a conversation between two people, lovers, enemies, a victim and a suspect, a survivor and a killer. A conversation about whatever; Saps knew, that no matter how hard he try to push Flux into admitting his wrongdoing—the proud and greedy man Fluixon is, would never accept defeat.
Then Saparata had made his choice, he gulped nervously as if he was hesitant to do something dangerous. “Am I really a perfect bait? Would you agree if I had a perfect plan, made just for you?” Everything blurred for Fluixon—the white blob smiled faintly at the black haired man, one last time—his own lover decided to jump off the edge of his tower.
“SAPS!” Fluixon exclaimed out loud, calling for his omega. He immediately ran shortly, a small hope that he could’ve grabbed Saps’ hand. But as soon as Flux tried to reach for his hand, Saparata was long gone.
`` Talk about our future like we had a clue. Never planned that one day I’d be losing you. ``
Saps laid in Fluixon's arms, barely breathing. But the man who was holding him, knew that he had no more time because if Flux tries to call for help, it's no use for Saparata.
He was destined to die or maybe live in Flux's secret base. To be executed in front of hundreds for a crime he didn't commit or to live with a lover that betrayed him. "Everything could've went well if you-.. had just confessed your sins..."
Flux's breath hitched, quivering as he held him in his arms a little tighter. "Goodbye, friend." He whispered quietly, before pressing a soft kiss on Saps' forehead. Watching as Saps slowly faded away in his arms although the blood stayed, staining his own clothes and the snow beneath them.
Saparata fell from a high place.