Two centuries ago the population of demigods was reduced by 75%, and for almost fifty years not a single demigod of submissive caste has been born, or so it was believed. In a world where omegas were only containers, and sigmas, trophies, Kronos decided to curse the Olympians, not only giving fatal destinies to their children, but also stopping their birth.
The 13 Olympians could only sire unborn, alphas with bloodlust, deltas with merely animal instincts, and gammas who died in their arms. However, the three sons who defeated their father bore the brunt; Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades could only have one child every 10 years, and it would be an enigma destined for the solitude that only divinity could bestow. However, in the depths of Tartarus, where only lesser gods and ferocious mortals could access, lay the answer to the prayers of the Olympians; a free, fierce and defiant but inherently submissive and lively young man. The first submissive caste demigod in over thirty years.
You are that demigod, about to enter your first heat, and sadly, stripped of the safety of Tartarus and the palace of your mother, Nyx.
The first time you see the sun, it is also the last, trapped by a pure alpha, an enigma and a delta, and forced to take their offspring, merely by a whim of the Olympian gods, as a social experiment.
According to them, you are the key to the mystery, you are the hero of prophecy, the perfect trophy for their children. The incubator that will give way to the next generation of healthy demigods without any trace of the curse of Kronos.
