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When the civil war began and the Viltrumite began slaughtering each other, the omegas were the first to go.
The Viltrumite, who began to follow the ideology of the strongest eats the weakest, thought that the omegas, with their weakness, should be the first to go. And the omegas' "weakness" wasn't physical; omegas were as strong as, or stronger than, any other alpha or beta. However, the empire's future plans called for strong Viltrumite soldiers, unbound to family, only to the empire.
The empire wanted conquerors, emotionless beings when it came to massacring and taking planets in the name of the empire. They wanted soldiers completely loyal to the Empire and its mission to conquer the entire universe.
And as mothers, that was something the omegas wouldn't allow. Their biology, their very omegan nature didn't allow them to break such a bond with their children. And that bond could pose a problem when it came to gaining the loyalty and love of their children. Therefore, they had to be the first to go. All the omegas had to die.
Nolan wasn't going to be saved from that massacre.
If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't willing to die. No. He was going to live. He wasn't an ordinary omega. Therefore, Nolan killed other Viltrumites. He massacred so many that he was one of the, if not the one, who most liked Viltrumites. This led to Nolan becoming one of the empire's most powerful soldiers, to the point that the other alphas accepted him, not only out of respect for his power, but out of fear for it and his cold-heartedness in completing his mission.
Of course, that was until he ended up on planet Earth and ended up having his own child. That's when he understood that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to break that bond, leading him to turn his back on the empire, to which he was unknowingly the heir.
His betrayal caused the Viltrumites to begin hunting him. And not to kill him, no, that would be better, but to use him. The Viltrumite, years later, understood the mistake of wiping out the omegas when there were only fifty pure Viltrumites left. Their race was almost extinct, and not all races were compatible with them, so they were in a struggle to expand.
Knowing full well the consequences and wanting to keep only his son safe, to hell with everyone and everything, Nolan took little Mark and fled. Nolan didn't just flee from Earth, not even from that universe, but jumped into another multiverse, fleeing the Viltrumite Empire and his old life on Earth.
"Mom, where will we go now?"
Hearing the cold voice, Nolan looked to his side to see the profile of a boy barely twelve years old with hair as black as night and incredible blue eyes.
Oh, yeah.
That's also another reason why they were looking for him. For having "stolen" several children who were being raised to be powerful soldiers and future conquerors. Although Nolan wasn't stealing them; after all, they were his children. He didn't give birth to them, but it was his DNA that was used to artificially create them.
Nolan wasn't supposed to know anything, but he learned of the children's existence—his children—so he obviously went to wreak havoc on the planet where they were located and took them, taking them with him on his escape. Now Nolan travels not just with one child, but with multiple children, most of whom exhibit typical Viltrumite personalities, displaying cruelty, indifference, and coldness at such a young age.
Just like every how Viltrumite soldier should be.
"We're going far away from here, Brandon, where they can't find us."
Brandon, as the boy called himself, seemed satisfied with the answer, caring only about the fact that he was with his mother.
Nolan looked at his other children.
Wayne was the oldest, at fourteen. John was also fourteen, although he was a few months younger than Wayne. Conner was thirteen, Brandon was twelve, and Mark was the youngest at eleven. All of them, except for Mark, who had dark eyes, had black hair and blue eyes. And if Nolan were someone else, he'd say they got their looks from him. However, when he looked at his children, he saw features in them he didn't recognize anywhere else.
The real question was, who was the father of his children he'd just found out about?
"We've arrived," Conner announced, hearing the inhabitants of this version of Planet Earth and overhearing some interesting things.
"Huh, what the hell is the Justice League?"
(“Give us the DNA of the powerful Kryptonian alpha who inhabits this planet, and we'll give you kryptonite.”
Lex Luthor smiled and took the hand of the powerful warrior in front of him, who was dressed in white with a gray circle with three lines on his chest.
“Deal.”)