The Black Devil Omegaverse

Shadwell Sebastian Woolsey stomped aimlessly through the rain. He had a destination but he was in no hurry to get there.His shoes needed replacing, he noted as water crept in from a puddle he had not managed to avoid. He hated getting wet. Some might say he was a walking stereotype but he had never met another tom who hated it as much as he did. Hell, a fair amount of them used water as their first introduction to the Elemental arts.Not Shadwell, though. As a Black-fur, he couldn’t create an affinity for such a healing Element to use in his magick. His gifts - if you could call them that - were of a much more complicated and forbidden nature. He could scratch the surface of his potential and did fine for himself with what he could do. However, Black-furs could only access their core magick by using a no-fur conduit.Which was something Shadwell was never going to be able to do. Collaring a no-fur was a luxury for the most elite of Elementalists, somethin

The no-fur that, up until this morning, had belonged to the Martelli family took his time as he meandered through the estate garden. Because of his innate magical ability and his skill with floral design, he had lived a fairly pleasant life for an uncollared no-fur. The family had at least twenty no-furs in the stable at any time and he only had to service the disgusting Gran once or twice a month because the free-loader was very fickle about which no-furs he requested from his cousin’s stable.Gran's cousin and the man behind the powerful mob family, Liam Martelli, wasn't interested in the no-fur past what he could do to set up a banquet room for an event. Liam was happily married to one of the sexiest chefs in the world, a sleek Gray-furred delight called Cook. He had no use for any of the many no-furs his family owned for any of their common uses. Liam had a strong distaste for the whole no-fur trade an

Having driven about 40 minutes outside of the city, Hades felt they’d gone far enough. He had watched for anyone tailing him but he was fairly certain Gran was more concerned about the no-fur disappearing than if Hades was driving away from his agreed destination.Not that he expected the no-fur could hear him but he spoke his plan out loud. "Going to pull off at this next rest stop. Says it's closed but I have a professional investigator's badge on my car, so no one will care if we park for a bit."It was just a few miles up. Hades jumped as his cell phone went off. He tapped it and looked quickly at the screen just to see who it was. When it blinked unknown he didn't give it a second thought. Wrong number or someone wanting money. Either way, not important.Putting his blinker on, he barely missed being clipped by an asshole who sped up as soon as he changed lanes. Thank the gods he was able to slide into the exit

 Hades leaned against a tree catching his breath while the no-fur laid in his lap, making little happy noises as he stroked his curly blue-green hair. They were mostly sheltered from the rain by a large canopy of leaves Hades had easily summoned with his connection to the no-fur.He was in trouble. With one hasty decision, he had over-complicated his life. Hades had no clue what he was going to do now. The thought of taking the pretty furless creature to be caged and mounted at the omega farm had gone from a questionable choice to absolutely unacceptable.He groaned. His body ached all over. Probably less than the no-fur's did, but he wanted to do it all again.He could think of lots of other things he wanted to do as well. The no-fur set him on fire. Hades found his paw curling into a possessive fist in the no-fur’s hair. He'd heard of bonds that were accidentally set off by becoming a no-fur's temporary E

The Persian BBQ place was much fancier than what Hades was used to. Even if he'd wanted to try it in the past, the one in the city frowned upon anyone who didn't have the means to own a no-fur. That was pretty much the key that got you in all the fancy doors.Hades was reminded of how much of a fortune he was giving up if he saved Doll as he considered the lack of prices on the menu on the door of the restaurant. The kind of place that didn’t post prices was the kind of place that the tom could never dream of affording. Shockingly, he could afford it today. He hadn't used even a quarter of the first coins Gran had given him.He pressed the button for the bell and a Persian in colorful traditional dress appeared to let them in. He and Doll must have passed muster because, after a long silent look, the Persian bowed and allowed them entry. Inside, everything looked expensive. A fish tank consumed an entire wall