Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 254: Important day

Today was a big day.

A monumental day.

A day of great significance in the lives of everyone present.

Especially Grape.

But unfortunately for him, he did not share the enthusiasm of the audience. Mostly because he had been kidnapped.

Mona, his captor, held him tightly in her small but merciless hands, determined not to let her beloved bird escape his fate. Every time he flapped his wings in protest, she simply shushed him, whispering words of encouragement that he most certainly did not appreciate.

But the worst part? His second captor.

Rhett.

The brooding teenager stood beside Mona, arms crossed, expression unreadable, but every time Grape so much as twitched in the wrong direction, an invisible force would block his escape route.

It was unfair.

A helpless bird against two conniving masterminds.

Yet, his struggles were in vain.

*

Meanwhile, Elsewhere on the Island...

Far from the hustle and bustle of the construction site, in a clearing deep in the woods, two very grumpy men were handling a critical part of the preparations.

"Why the fuck do we need chairs for a bird?" Raul muttered under his breath, balancing three chairs in one hand like they weighed nothing.

"Because," Roman sighed, adjusting his cravat in the reflection of a polished spoon, "we are a civilized people, Raul. Even a bird deserves a proper stage to humiliate himself on."

Raul stared at him for a long moment before grunting in reluctant agreement.

Nearby, a large, suspiciously covered mound twitched ominously.

Occasionally, the sound of chirping came from beneath the massive white cloth.

Raul eyed it warily.

"...Do I even want to know what’s in there?"

Roman, without looking up, responded smoothly. "No. No, you do not."

Which meant, obviously, it was something ridiculous.

*

Soon, everyone had gathered.

Dressed to the nines.

In their absolute finest.

Maggie and her husband, Brian Mel, took their seats near the front, both visibly confused.

They were here because Noelle had told them:

"This is a big day for my son."

Which had raised some concerns, considering as far as they knew, Noelle had one child.

Still, curiosity had won out, and here they were, sitting among fully serious, fully composed individuals.

Noelle, rather than taking his own chair, had graciously stolen Thorne’s lap, settling in like a king on his throne.

Leona stood at the back, arms crossed, watching the perimeter like she was guarding a foreign dignitary instead of a fat, oblivious bird.

The Sentinels were all present—Roman, Raul, Felix, and Leona—each of them wearing impressively neutral expressions, as if this entire situation was completely normal.

Victor and Oliver had unexpectedly shown up as well, sitting in the back, looking like they were reconsidering their life choices.

Finally, the ceremony officially began.

Felix, wearing an expression of utmost solemnity, stepped forward.

He adjusted his sleeves. Cleared his throat.

And then—he spoke.

"We are gathered here today," Felix announced, voice carrying across the clearing with the weight of a funeral procession, "because it has come to our attention that Noelle and Thorne’s firstborn child, Grape, is helpless and in dire need of this intervention."

A pause.

Maggie blinked.

Brian blinked.

Then—

Mona, looking entirely too serious, rose from her seat and lifted the fat, struggling bird into the air like an offering to the gods.

The blue-and-green bird flapped wildly but was unable to escape her iron grip.

Maggie turned to her husband, expression stunned.

Brian turned to Maggie, expression equally stunned.

They exchanged glances.

Was... was this real?

Were they actually attending a mating ceremony for a bird?

And—more importantly—

WHY WAS EVERYONE ELSE COMPLETELY STRAIGHT-FACED?!

"This is your chance, Grape," Noelle said solemnly, as if speaking prophetic words of wisdom.

"Make the most of it."

Sensing the gravity of the moment, Grape ceased his struggling.

A heavy silence filled the air.

Then—

Noelle motioned to Raul.

With a dead-eyed expression, the bald warrior sighed heavily and approached the large covered mound.

He ripped off the cloth with all the enthusiasm of a man signing his own death certificate.

Underneath— a cage.

And inside?

A stunning, pure white bird.

She blinked curiously, tilting her head.

Raul, looking like he had aged ten years in the span of five seconds, placed the cage on a tree and walked away like a man who had seen things he could never unsee.

And then—Grape began.

The dance.

It was something.

Somehow, it was both mesmerizing and horrifying.

It involved a lot of wing flapping, spinning, and what could only be described as a series of increasingly desperate thrusts toward the ground.

At one point, he dramatically flung himself onto his back, twitched for dramatic effect, then sprang back to life in a burst of renewed energy.

The dance.

It was... a lot.

Somehow, it was both mesmerizing and utterly baffling.

Flapping his wings, twisting his body, throwing himself to the ground only to spring back up—

Grape was giving it his ALL.

There was sincerity in his movements.

A desperate kind of charm.

The audience was entranced.

Maggie and Brian exchanged another look, completely at a loss for words.

And then—the moment of truth.

Raul opened the cage, stepping back.

The white bird hesitated.

For one suspenseful second, it seemed like Grape’s passionate display had worked.

Then—

She flew away.

Straight into the horizon.

Silence.

Grape stood motionless.

Heartbroken.

Betrayed.

Devastated.

Raul, who had been mostly indifferent up until this point, suddenly found himself weirdly affected by this tragic rejection.

Something deep within his soul resonated with the plight of this unfortunate bird.

For the first time in his life, he felt kinship with another being.

"...I get it, man," Raul muttered, crossing his arms. "Putting your whole soul into something, only to get rejected? That’s some real shit."

Raul was oblivious to the audience’s struggles, looking serious.

Maggie bit her knuckles.

Brian was trembling.

Victor had his hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking violently.

Oliver turned his face into his sleeve, choking on his own laughter.

Roman wasn’t even trying to hide it, fully leaned back in his chair, looking like he was experiencing the best moment of his life.

Leona, normally a paragon of emotionless efficiency, turned her head slightly, but not before a single, barely-there smirk appeared.

And Thorne—

Thorne completely lost it.

He buried his face in Noelle’s neck, his entire body convulsing with silent laughter, shoulders shaking so hard that Noelle had to pat his back to keep him from suffocating.

Finally—Raul stood up.

"Grape." His voice was commanding.

"You think one rejection defines you? No."

"You think you should give up? Wrong."

"You get back up. You try again. You show the world what you’re made of."

And—miraculously—

Grape perked up.

Something changed.

Something clicked.

Grape straightened, his little chest puffing out like a warrior preparing for battle.

And then—

He danced. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Oh, how he danced.

He spun, he flapped, he thrust dramatically toward the heavens. He executed a truly breathtaking side shuffle, followed by an elegant hop that probably meant something deep and poetic in the language of birds.

One by one, potential mates came to watch.

One by one, they left.

But then—

A yellow bird appeared.

She stayed.

She tilted her head, watching intently as Grape, sensing an actual audience, doubled down on his routine. His wings flared wide, his tiny feet furiously tapping against the ground as if his very life depended on it.

And for once—

His efforts were not in vain.

The yellow bird did not fly away.

Maggie, watching this unfold, felt an unexpected sense of kinship with the little feathered lady.

Because, once upon a time, she too had witnessed a fool making an absolute spectacle of himself.

And, much like this bird—

She had stayed.