"Boss, I have received an information that one of our soldiers have claimed that he managed to remove the mask behind Alastor. He said he had remembered what he looked like." The blonde delta had his arms behind his back while reporting calmly to his superior.
"Then bring him in here under five minutes or else I'd have his body hanged outside the gates and his head displayed at the plaza."
"Understood."
The consigliere left the room. He turned his leathered swivel chair, lighting a cigarette between his lips inhaling the rightful amount of nicotine to calm his nerves.
Kage Ryu has always been a hot tempered and impatient one compared to the previous boss, his father Kokuou Ryu, that had been a composed yet destructive in nature that he had been jealous of.
To be frank, he wasn't ready to be a boss of their long reigned Mafia that has been holding on for more than 80 years, being the thirteenth predecessor that he blamed as the unlucky number with the same time that lowly nemesis appeared to oust his organization and stomp on his pride.
Especially he's one of the useless low life omegas.
He was always familiar of the legacy they left, the downfall culture of omegas which his whole clan had started through. His forefathers were the ones who started the movement against omegas, and the story kept moving right up to him, then their associates around the city would spread the word and affect the omegas in their society rather harsh.
His great grandmother, Kana Ryu, was its pioneer. A female alpha that married his great grandfather, the first boss of the Ryu Mafia. She's the daughter of a politician that isn't supposed to be involved in the mafioso business, but when her fiancée knotted with a low life omega maid on their very own mansion—she snapped.
Just because of that one omega, all the omegas had their downfall.
Its a petty reason to hate their kind, some sentiment that came from a brat yet she did it. She had to find a strong person to affiliate herself with and that's where his great grandfather came into the picture. It was some sort of agreement they both decided, he agreed to support her movement against omegas and have spread the word like drought with the use of his men and connections with other alphas in exchange of the government funds and connections her family has.
They had to make it non-obvious. They agreed to marry and have another pure blooded alphas in the line to continue ousting the omegas and pull them down, a part of their legacy that even spread throughout regions.
Omegas were treated badly throughout decades because of their influence. The other families had thrown their omega children and labelled them disgrace, their very own mafia had made large profit from them by selling their bodies or have them become a 'human factory' to produce more alphas, betas and deltas and if one omega was born, then it'll be thrown out or will be trained to do the very same thing.
Some made disguises for it as a 'safe haven' taking in beautiful and handsome omegas, as said to be the 'lucky ones' to make them 'high grade' and be sold to some rich alpha.
and Alastor came to be that omega vigilante hero who kills alphas and saves omegas that gives them idea that they could fight for themselves and could become the downfall of their legacy.
"All from that fucking Alastor!"
He screamed out loud, aggravated from the thought of omegas especially the certain vigilante, throwing his lit cigarette somewhere in the room.
His mind were in shambles, yet its all about Alastor this and Alastor that. What steps he'll take to do to catch the vexing vigilante within his palm and crush him with it, turning him into his bitch and have him swollen with his pups every chance he has.
Kage was too preoccupied of his plans when a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, the consigliere back with a female soldier, possibly a beta and another companion.
"Mugen. Who the hell is that other one beside you with a drawing pad? I thought your only bringing a soldier. My office isn't a fucking art class for him to draw pink dicks on a paper." He glared at the older blonde but like the usual, the two behind flinching from the deathly glare of the boss yet Mugen was wearing his resting bitch face and undaunted.
"He's a composite artist, sir. I fetched him so he can draw Alastor's facial description to lend you salvation from being a blind follower that follows a masked vigilante that you've been devoutly religious."
"Your tongue is sharper than knife again, Mugen. You better be careful or I'll have your precious puppy, Vivi as a part of my carpet."
As much that Kage hates the sharp tongue of his consigliere, he had a brain that made him essential to the organization. No matter how much he wanted to have his tongue cut off, he had that immunity to survive.
"...understood. Let's get to business. This is Kurosawa Nana, she's a soldier under our caporegime Makoto."
A female soldier bowed down, fidgeting by the sight of the boss who has been deadly intimidating.
"I-i have seen the vigilante without his mask. Its from his battle with one of the soldiers under our gang, Alastor fought him. The vigilante was heavily wounded and his mask fell off, b-but he failed to catch him since Dionysus and Apollo came to fetch his friend."
He should've known better that Alastor isn't alone to do his vigilante job.
"Dionysus? Apollo? How come I didn't knew them? Are they vigilantes or just olympian clowns that Alastor bring?"
"They don't go out that much unlike Alastor. However, Dionysus was the accomplice when they bombed the facility where omegas are being used as human manufacturers for the other classes. As much as I know about Apollo, he hacked the register system for omegas and erased them all giving them a chance to run and fled."
They were additional headaches for him to think, and his face isn't displaying any hint or sense of delight either.
"Enough of that. Now tell us how he look like and you better hope his description is what I desired for or I'd blind you. Same goes for that artist." There was a cold stream of air in the room, unsure if it's from the air conditioner or from their cold fear from the mafia boss.
"Y-yes boss. He has short black hair, with orange streaks with bangs covering his forehead. His skin is pale, the shape of his face is oval with a narrow contoured jaw. He had sharp eyes, i-it was brown but it looked..fake? It's like contacts." The composite artist started to draw.
"How unusual, a vigilante minding his looks and even using contacts despite wearing a mask? Go ahead, continue."
"He has button like nose but not exactly flat, then plump curvy lips. He doesn't have big ears, just normal but it has numerous earrings hanging off it. Oh, this one can be something none-tangible to draw but..his scent is a strong caramel-tangerine. I'm sure it was his scent since the other alphas give off musky scents that is nowhere near him. "
Kage had to chuckle by the fact that his favorite enemy had a caramel-tangerine scent, with the caramel as his favorite sweets and tangerine as his favorite fruit.
"I'm thrilled to meet him closely anytime soon. Mugen, is the artist now done?"
"Just a little bit more." The blonde was watching the artist closely, hands sketching fast yet detailed.
"Hurry. I had to prepare for a party later, Yang has been flaunting off his mountain high money and I wanna make sure to see it myself before I shoot his face later then take it." He crossed his leg and leaned back on his swivel chair, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Are you sure you had to go? Makoto's crew can suffice enough to finish off Yang industries in a minute."
"I don't let my soldiers and associates kill the big man. I always do the enjoyable and honorable part." He grinned cockily, brushing his hair back with his fingers.
The drawing pad was set down on Kage's table, surprisingly done in a short span of time.
Kage examined the drawing himself, impressed not just by the drawing, but the person who was depicted in the paper. He got to give it; he's a good looking omega that could belong to the high classification just by the looks. If ever he's going to manifest himself in person without the mask then perhaps every alpha would offer large amounts of bounty to his head, chase him down to mate him.
"Looks like the vigilante uses the name Alastor despite looking like Aphrodite himself?" The consigliere commented, his eyes fixated at the drawing set on the table.
"I don't take ugly omegas after all. It's perfect that he looked good, he's going to carry my pups whether he liked it or not."
The boss' hands gestured for the two to go out, and an indication for the consigliere to prepare their generous pay for their good work done. He was left alone once again, still admiring the work done on the sketch pad, his hands trailing down on the illustrated plump lips.
"I wonder how you'll beg with your mouth clasped against mine dear omega?"