#kabal chronicles

[nighttimescribbles]

📍Horny Gulag, Undisclosed Black Site near the Mariana Trench

*It was hot. So hot and sticky that Scribbles didn’t notice that familiar sound of expensive loafers coming down the poorly lit hallway. She was used to her cells ambience. The buzz of the lights. The dripping of the taps. The smell of rust and iron. The brown noise of the rickety air conditioner that was barely functioning . The faint intermittent buzz of cell doors outside her door, locking and unlocking. But everything else was heightened by the sweltering heat, she didn’t notice the familiar gait that also set her heart racing. Her eyes were closed as she so desperately tried to focus on her breathing. The fly-aways of her hair bound to her forehead by sweat, as the discomfort settled in. Scribbles heart ached when her spirit felt her space become occupied by another. Someone so familiar yet so distant to her. It ached a little more when she heard the scrape of the metal chair being put into position at the edge of her prison. Opening her eyes she could see, ‘him’ as he placed a ice cold bottle of water and an oscillating fan directly besides her on her night stand.*

AG Jaeger: It’s very hot today, Kitten. Don’t you think?

*Scribbles didn’t respond her throat aching as she swallowed to try and lubricate her throat and use her voice. Her emotions, unprovoked, became almost overwhelming. It had been a long time since Zeke put her back in prison and even longer still since he last spoke to her so privately. His face was unreadable, almost bored, eyes dull as his fury laid dormant.*

AG Jaeger: It’s been a forever Kitten, I know. I had to temper myself properly before coming to see you. I did want to hurt you.

AG Jaeger: I was angry at First. Furious even. But then I realised that it wasn’t really anger I felt, it was disappointment. I abhor disobedience; especially from my favourite girl and yet nothing brings me more joy than seeing her pretty face.

AG Jaeger: How can something so beautiful cause me so much pain? Even when I offered her the world, she still disrespected me?

AG Jaeger: I will not lie to you, kitten; it’s been hard staying away. I’ve been… frustrated. Nothing seemed to sate this ‘need’, these ‘cravings’. Abstinence worked for a while, until one night, I stumbled upon this:

*Scribbles’ guts dropped as her eyes blew out in shock. She shot up from her bed and tried to snatch it out of his hands.*

AG Jaeger: *swiftly pulling his hand back to keep the book out of reach* No, no, pet. I’ll read it to you. I want to see your reaction in full living colour. You write so well, no need to be… ashamed.

*Zeke cleared his throat mockingly and crossed his legs over, sipped on a iced tea before reading like pastor reading scripture.*

“Suckling the silky head, you moaned appreciation and dug your fingers into his hips.

Zeke Jaeger paused to glance down at you.

Holding his eyes, you opened your mouth wide and made a whole show of wrapping demurely pink lips around him and bobbing down to swallow his flaccid length.

He snorted, unimpressed, but heat rushed to the cock on your tongue as it nestled contentedly inside your drooling mouth.

Fluttering your lashes at him, you slurped audibly, dipping your head a few times before pulling back far enough to fit a fist around the base of his cock. 

Its shaft, newly bathed with your spit, glistened under the weak light.”

*Zeke folded the page. Mischievous smile plastered on his face, before a condescending smirk left his lips. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, before cocking it to the side, resting his temple on his knuckles. He paused for a minute and just looked at Scribbles. It could of been the light. Scribbles swore it must been the light that made his stare more leering than he intended. It felt like he was committing her to memory or better yet undressing her with his eyes. What was only a minute, felt like an eternity and the bugs that erupted in her stomach became more incessantly unbearable. Any longer she would’ve screamed at him to cast his eyes elsewhere for fear of melting under his gaze.*

AG Jaeger: Kitten?

AG Jaeger: Do you always think of me like this? So… salaciously? Is that the reason why you get a rise out of deliberately winding me up, just so that you could be here, in this hell regardless of how decrepit it is? Is that why my Scribbles is always so disobedient?

Does my little kitten need some attention?

YES I WANT NEED BREATHE LIVE YOUR ATTENTION GIVE IT ALL TO ME DON'T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO GAWK AT

goodness, Beast. i never imagined you to become so desperate you'd stoop as low as rummaging in my private journals like a dirty badger. that's not something good boys do, is it?

it's so bloody hot in here. aren't you sweltering underneath that suit? with me, there are no pretenses. you can rid yourself of the weight of the false face you present to the world. you can rid yourself of the weight of your...official clothes, to begin with. kick off those shoes, shrug off that jacket. come be my good boy. i'll let you crawl into this decrepit prison bed with me and together we'll turn this gulag into paradise. if you're shy, i can start. i can demonstrate. like this

look at you. already beginning to sweat when i've only just begun. those trousers are beginning to look a little tight. you weren't spreading your knees like that earlier.

what do you want, Beast? you're not one to make idle visits. do you come bearing gifts? an improved offer? i refuse to believe that my smart. dashing. biiiiiig mean Zeke has come begging for handouts. you're not a puppy. pick up your pride, show me what you've got for me and i'll show you what inspired me to write that manual of sin you can't seem to let go of. a live demonstration, if you may, where all you have to do is sit back, relax, and let your purring kitty devour you.

*zeke sweating bullets. glasses are clouding over. booklet of sin thuds to the concrete. against his better sense, he sits still as he is undressed. the buttons of his shirt pop open halfway. his chest is heaving. his eyes are shuttering and he pants with desire. the heat of the gulag is getting to his head. a jungle cat is crawling onto his lap and sucking at his earlobe and whispering temptations into his ear. he is powerless. all resolve, that clear thinking, has rushed to his groin, there to join together in a muddled mess.*

make up your mind, Beast. if you say the right thing, this could be yours

i will disobey you and i will rile you up and then i will gobble you down and keep you for myself till kingdom come. obedient kittens simply don't exist.

but say only one wrong thing, and what you thought was yours will fade into the arms of another. perhaps multiple anothers.

do you intend to be left wanting for the rest of your life? resigned to doling out cruel sentences because you've been blue-balled by your own stubborness? do you intend to be, as Mayor Gojo put it so eloquently, underfucked for the rest of eternity?

*zeke's eye twitches like it never twitched before*

What's your offer, AG Jaeger "Beast", sir?

[koulakoukoula2003]

📍Tesco Express, Somewhere Downtown

Furious and shamefully haunted by flashbacks about Erwin’s visit, Koula made her way down the high street to Tescos for a craving fix. Bundled in her hoodie, a face mask, a dark pair of shades and some beat up chucks, you could see from a mile away that the hacking babe was on edge. Too vexed at herself she didn’t even realise she had bumped into a little kid who yelped an “ow!”. Nor did she notice the kids guardian trailing behind him.

Koula was in her head. Music blasting in her headphones as she haphazardly snatched a shopping basket from its pile and headed straight for the sweets aisle. She imagine all the ways she could rip out Erwin’s throat for spiting her and destroying her equipment. How delightful it would be to see the light leave his eyes, how satisfying it would be to have such power, put a privileged prick in his place. For some twisted reason the idea of hurting him aroused her. The thought of getting him back sent chills down her spine.

“Shit.” Koula cursed herself. It was crass to think like this. Fuck him and fuck his money to high heaven!

Koula felt a tug on her sleeve and the speed at which she turned her head to face the source of the tug was enough to file for whiplash at an insurance company.

“What?” The question came out harsher than intended from Koula. Her her heart softened when she saw the little kid looking doe eyed up at her. She quickly paused her music and put the head phones around her neck.

“You pushed me and it hurt ma’am.” The boy said conviction. Frizzy haired, dark eyed, brown skinned boy in the cutest pair of denim dungarees and a minions shirt underneath. He wore the same coloured chucks as the hacker but still brand new . The boy must of be no older than 6, 7 at best, but he was adorable. He a sunflower lanyard with his name scribbled in the middle “Rafael.”

Koula crouched down and “Look kid I’m sorry. My bad. I’m just in a bad mood okay?”

“Uncle Levi said even if we are in a bad mood it rubs of on everyone. He said that we need to take a deep breath, count to 10, have something to eat and drink some tea.”

“Uncle? Levi?” The name sank her stomach. Where did she know that name from. It was ridiculous there’s loads of people named Levi.

“Yeah!” Rafael exclaimed. “He’s so cool and smart and nice...”

Koula zoned out as the kid went on a tangent gushing over his uncle Levi.

“Uncle Levi says even if we are mad at ourselves we don’t have to make it everyone’s problem it’s okay to be upset but don’t take it out of people that never upset you.”

“Rafa. Come on kid, it’s time to go it’s late, your mum’s going to be worried sick. She’s already called twice.” A voice punctuated the boy’s wise words.

That voice? Shit! Koula felt her stomach sink.

As Rafael rambled, Koula’s memories bum rushed her. Levi Ackerman; The Cleaner. The man that had so many clean up jobs that not only could he fill Kensal Green Cemetary but he could be sponsored by Johnson and Johnson was inventing bleach strong enough to lift 12 pints of blood out of white sheep skin carpet. This man was a legend a ghost almost. No digital footprint nothing, only extensions of his sister, Isabel who would post candids of him on her Instagram page. The information overload sent Koula’s ears ringing.

“Rafael, don’t you hear me calling you kid?” Levi came jogging down the aisle crouching down and tickling the kid. He finally looked up and apologised with a gentle, short lived smile on his face.

“Excuse me miss,” Levi started apologetically “he only 6…”

“SIX AND THREE QAUTERS” Rafael bellowed throwing his palm over his uncles mouth.

“And old enough not to talk to strangers.” The black haired man tickled the child hard forcing giggles out him.

Koula hurt ached. She felt conflicted. What she knew about this man compared to the reality before her was… perplexing.

“She’s not a stranger!” Rafael heaved between giggles. “We have the same shoes, see! Red! RED!”

Levi looked and took in Koula’s outfit out of habit. Always the observant one. “Yes, red. Your favourite colour right kid?” Levi affirmed to which Rafael nodded as he threw his arm around his crouched uncles neck.

Instinctively, the Koula recoiled into herself a little as if to hide away from him. The contents of her shopping basket seeming more pathetic and childish that usual. A £3 meal deal with a Pepsi and a plethora of sweets. Pig sweets, shoelaces, Harribo super mix tub, biscuits. Binge worthy stuff.

Levi chuckled innocently after catching a glimpse of the swaying basket in Koula’s hand. “Bad mood?” He asked genuinely.

Koula puffed out a nervous laugh never really answering him. Mind to occupied with the walking, talking contradiction before her.

‘Shit shit shit. Get out tf of here.’ Koula mused desperately to herself, forcing a grin beneath her face mask. She simply nodded and wiped at her forehead with the back of her sleeve.

Levi looked good. Good was an understatement but the only English word she could muster up. Shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, watch with a childrens fun strap on. A gift from his kids for before summer holidays. “Best Teacher!” scribbles and a collage of kids art work printed down into accessory he never goes a day without. Top buttons of shirt on undone, dainty St Christopher necklace around his neck, catching the light.

“Looks like what Rafael would pick when he’s in a bad mood. That or my sister when shes in a state.” His voice cut through Koula’s reverie like hot knife through butter. He stood up with a soft knowing smile graced his face as he mindlessly ruffled Rafael’s hair before pulling a silk scrunchy hue out of his backpocket and putting it in a bun. Careful to catch the frizzy edges of the little boy. Trying his best to mimic the way his mother did it this morning before dropping him off at his.

Rafael fussed a little at this. But the whole scene was gut wrenching for Koula. Someone with such a past so caring and loving to others, especially children. It couldn’t be possible.

“Your mum would lose it when she finds out you were running around the high street with your hair out, kid. You’ve already lost 4 scrunches this week. Next week,she’s going to put you in braids for sure.”

Rafael stuck his fingers in his ears and sang off key to block.

“Enjoy your evening. Come on kid!” Levi picked up Rafael ease and placed him on his shoulders, child still La-La-ing away. He wasn’t one for small talk and he had no intention of apologising for ‘Little Rafa’ for being the curious wonder he was, so that was the best he could do.

But Koula couldn’t take her eyes of the infamous Levi Ackerman who no longer had dark circles under his eyes. Who looked healthy and happy. Who’s aura was brights and warm as opposed to dark and ominous one she expected.

It wasn’t the same man that she knew. Studied.

No.

This had to be a doppelgänger. This wasn’t Pavlov’s Dog? The Cleaner? The same man that knew how to pickle and decompose evidence at will and who was albeit even more handsome in person. An Uncle? Wholesome one a that?

What happened to him? Has he truly been redeemed?

Former Assassin!Levi Ackerman x Former Hacker!OC

"Fuck!" She kicked the pavement in frustration.

People don't just get redeemed just like that. It was hard to escape the underworld and most people who tried, either winded up being dragged back in, or killed. This man knew things. He had worked for some pretty terrible people and he had killed more than she could count.

"Everything alright, lassie?"

The gruff voice of an old man came and she had no idea who that was until she looked down. A worn-out old man was sitting on the sidewalk right beside the entrance of Tesco, in hopes of some customer bringing him something to eat.

Her frustration ran out right away.

She knelt right in front of him, coming nearby his height and she rested a hand on her bent knee. Koula pulled away her glasses and her mask, finally revealing her face. All those homeless people reminded her of herself. There was a time when she went through that same misery. Sure, she was way younger than this old man when she roamed around the streets rootlessly.

She pulled out that sandwich and that bottle of water and she handed them to him. "I'll pass by tomorrow again." She gave him a smile and there was no saying how many times he thanked her.

When she looked at privileged bastards like Erwin that went around with tons and tons of money, tossing them aside like they meant nothing, while they could have meant everything to homeless people like this old man. It made her stomach churn. It made her want to set their world on fire and watch it burn.

She turned to leave. She had parked her car in a narrow street nearby but maybe it was a bad idea to go out at this hour. She shrugged it off though. She had definitely been through worse.

She was approaching her car, taking out her keys, a pitch black Chevrolet Camaro - a gift from an infamous Chinese crime lord after she wiped every record of him in existence off the face of the web around seven years back.

Only hackers could exist in both the underworld and in real life. Maybe she was no better than Erwin. Once upon a time, she worked for the client that paid best. She kept a blind eye when it came to their morality, whether that was drug trafficking, human trafficking, all kinds of twisted porn industry, and most importantly, weapons trafficking.

She had worked for all kinds of people.

She frowned. Money makes beasts out of people.

"You recognised me."

She let out a yelp at the familiar voice and her car keys crashed on the dirty sidewalk. It was so late in the night, and that little street was way too narrow. The lights were scarce and she could barely make out his face.

It was him. Her eyes widened and she immediately picked the keys back up to open her car, get in, and ride away as fast as possible. Levi Ackerman got his life back in the only way he knew how to do best. Killing the people who knew The Cleaner and maybe her time had come as well. She was a threat to his peace. She wouldn't be surprised if he killed her right this very instant.

She should have seen this coming. He wasn't just a dog. Levi Ackerman was a smart man. One of the smartest. He could read people. He could smell the fear emitting from his prey.

Before she knew it, she was slammed against the brick wall of a building. Strong arms pressed on the wall around her, keeping her trapped in a little makeshift cage. He just wanted to get a better look at her. Silver eyes, unreadable but dangerous. She didn't know whether he was threatening her or warning her, or just looking at her face.

"You're KT, aren't you?"

Her eyes widened at the nickname. Nobody had called her that in such a long time. All hackers had their own nicknames when they worked with clients. Giving your real name was downright suicidal.

"I- I've no idea what- we've never met before-"

"No. But we've worked for the same people." He stated as a matter of factly. She smelled peppermint in his breath that fanned warm down her face while he kept her trapped right there. God, he was so hot upclose-

What the fuck are you thinking about, he's going to kill you, you fucking dumb-

She had to keep it together. Maybe there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. "I never worked for Pavlov," there was such hatred when she uttered that man's name.

"But you've worked for his biggest rivals." Levi pointed out and she bit the inside of her cheek. "Men I'd been tasked with killing so, so many times, but tracking them was so very impossible when some brat like you was always there to erase their footprints."

She sighed and looked at him in the eye. She certainly had made his life a living hell back in her glory days as a hacker. "Are you going to kill me?"

"So long as you don't promise to keep your pretty mouth shut."

He stared at her for a bit longer. Silver eyes bore into her own and she was certain for a moment that he was indeed going to kill her. Maybe she'd never make it back to the refuge tonight.

But he released her and her eyes widened in surprise.

"I saw you helping that old man." He turned to leave. Like him, she had also stopped participating in this madness of illegality, corruption and immorality. He had to get back. Rafael was waiting for him in the car. "We're not monsters, KT." He gave her one last look, tucking his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. "We're just people who have walked through hell and managed to come out of it alive."

tagging: @nathalunalune @slavanimesimp @dassmyname @nighttimescribbles @tonaken @killerbananas <- im adding u too to the squad uwu @soaringmirror @ushiwhacka

sorry no photoshopped stuff today, this bitch is tired AHAHAHA ALSO IT'S UNEDITED

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Tonight on Sins Specials. Let's take a look at the controversial life of the woman behind the Anti-Horny Propaganda, AG Clare and her family with our new segment:

The video we are about to show you is a short documentary that was filmed prior to the accident of their beloved daughter and due to the unforeseen misfortune the documentary was put to a halt. But tonight, the unreleased footage will be played.

And it's quite a funny thing, the last sentence by Mr. Smith. Because as of today, Shrekky still has not regained her consciousness and her life still hangs by the thread.

'That old Shrekky is gone'

Could this be a premonition of what's about to happen to poor Shrekky who only wanted to be freely horny?

[koulakoukoula2003]

In Koula's secret hideout:

Slavanimesimp *stops typing on her supercomputer*: oi, partner, are we gonna surrender or what?

Koula *sighs*: negative, I found information regarding the Judge's marital status. You might want to see this

slavanimesimp *sighs*: aw man, what's the point of surrendering if daddy erwin is a married man

Koula: I know, partner, let's just sit tight for now. Our rations can last us months down here and there's no way they'll find-

*knocks on the door*

both partners share a look: oh shit

tagging: @slavanimesimp sorry i dragged you into this AHAHAHA @nathalunalune @dassmyname @shrekisshrimpthesimp @soaringmirror @ushiwhacka @tonaken @nighttimescribbles

[nighttimescribbles]

Well well well. SCRIBS. El Scribs, forgive me. I’m sure you know me. Tonaken Keating

I’ll get straight to the point, I’m sure you are very busy and entertained in this…hole you find yourself in. There are a few things I wish to understand.

What is the nature of your relationship with AG Jeager? I remember that he wasn’t as joyous when you were found guilty of your heinous crimes. Is there some mutual understanding between the two of you?

Anything helps, and if you give us valuable information, I’ll help you from outside. You have my word.

Hello and a good day to you, too, Ms. Keating. Mighty thoughtful of you to come see me in my *gestures extravagantly at barren visiting room* home away from home.

You'd be extremely interested to know about AG Jaeger, wouldn't you? I heard from a little bird that DA Nanami is gunning for a promotion. Wouldn't it be convenient for an Attorney General seat to free up just as he's finishing this month's review?

But I am running my mouth. That is not a matter about which i can be familiar, living out my days in my poor cold 8x8 cell. AG Jaeger and I are mere nodding acquaintances. Specifically, I nodded ((meaningfully, lasciviously)) and shimmied my [redacted] at him as i passed him outside his courtroom on my way out after my sentencing. All i know of him is that he is a banging looker with a big fat [redacted] stern but fair judge with a flair for luxury. mmmmm daddeh

You are an intelligent woman, Ms. Keating. Your intuition is strong and you were not wrong to suspect Her Hornyour. Watch her carefully. Although we Kabalians are serially horny, we are, at our root, good, benevolent people.

I'm afraid that if AG Jaeger is all you're asking about on this visit, you're going to return to your perfect Kento empty-handed. Fortunately, I am in a cooperative mood and think that you should at least see how your sorority sister @nathalunalune has been pulling the wool over your eyes. In the guise of "gathering evidence", "studying the enemy", and all such other responsible-sounding nonsense, your sister has spontaneously and REPEATEDLY displayed the propensities of her Kabalian history. Behold!

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

A delivery for a Miss Shrek?

*FRAGILE HANDLE WITH CARE*

“Tom the Dom, came back from Somme and wanted to go to prom. But unfortunately for Tom, the infamous dom, he was sadly stopped by a…”

🧸

BREAKING NEWS

The notorious fornication convict infamously known as Slasher Shrek has been critically injured after receiving a mysterious delivery package.

The details of the sender's package is currently unknown. Police and their intelligent department is presently working on this case.

Meanwhile, doctors have announced that Shrek's is in a very critical condition and her survival is uncertain due to the injuries she sustained.

Now that the Heiress of the Horny Kabal Inc. is in an unfavorable situation, the question arises, will the world finally be rid of the horny?

[nighttimescribbles]

You have a visitor, Scribs:

📍Horny Gulag, Undisclosed Black Site near the Mariana Trench

AG Jaeger: Well, well…

AG Jaeger: Little Minx. My! The gulag suits you. Such a pretty dirty doll, chained and buckled to a chair. You were always your best when you were in chains. So feral with lust that as much a danger to herself as well as others. Especially furniture. I’ve seen the bill - how many pillows have you ruined from rutting?

No matter… I’ve come down here especially to offer you something, I think you’d like.

AG Jaeger: How does house arrest sound? Hmm… Princess? A deal as sweet as Biscoff. £3.7 million detached property overlooking the river, in DA Kento Nanami’s District. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Smart girl like you. Wouldn’t you like to lounge away in Mugler and Galliano like you used to and write in the sunset with your darling, bubba? I’m sure it’s better than scribbling on toilet paper whilst in solitary confinement. The grey and concrete can’t be good for the text nor the brain now could it?

AG Jaeger: I’m willing to give you partial diplomatic immunity. All you have to do is give me some names and some locations. The more you supply, the strong your immunity. What do you think, kitten?

More than good paper and premium ink, more than the priciest estate you can buy, I'd rather have you for a reward, AG Jaeger Beast, sir. Your wee princess wouldn't know what to do with a riverside property if there isn't you in it. Besides that, DA Nanami has a severe reputation, and with him around, @tonaken Terror is sure to be keeping watch. If she's watching, your esteemed colleague is sure to have an eye out for me, too. And that's no fun unless you're [redacted] me against the glass walls of our home and letting me tumble you onto your goosedown to have my fill of Biscoff cream off your [redacted].

The Kabal is set to take over the world of horn, anyway. It's only a matter of a short while. So keep the Gulag's Coco and Kiki de Montparnasse supply coming steady. Your little bengal kitten will show you a treat in chains on your every visit.

FRFR I SAT ON THIS WAY TOO LONG BEC I COULDN'T STOP INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND CREAMING. sis how could you be so cruel as to hit me like this??? you know i'm WEAK RABID for an imposing man in a suit or the pieces thereof flexing his power and putting me in my place. how could you do me like this??? sending AG Jaeger to me on a silver platter like this???

i spent way too long re-reading this and giggling and kicking my feet like his silly little fangirl 😭😭😭

[koulakoukoula2003]

📍Erwin visits Koula’s Lair (Continued)

Erwin hummed in what seemed like acknowledgment and headed towards the door before stopping abruptly, turning back at them and standing to attention. Sharp, posture rigid and unshakable.

It was clear that in an old life that the blond was once a commanding general. Someone revered, feared, worshiped almost.

It was subtle, the way his head raised up and his gaze at the pair fell beneath his nose. It was as if they disgusted him, the way he mouth pressed into a hard frown. His stare was icy and the pair felt a chill run down their spine. Their smiles melted and trepidation plagued their stomachs.

Erwin’s silence only lasted a minute, maybe less. But it felt like ten. The brown noise of the electrics and the flickering buzz of the overloaded sockets heightened the sense of untold darkness and hidden horrors that exuded from him. Erwin was terrifying like this and yet, eerily attractive. The unknown, the untold, a walking bottomless abyss.

Erwin inhaled sharply and quickly before speaking.

“Before I go, It would be ungentlemanly to leave you without a gift. It should be arriving in a few seconds.”

Suddenly, one by one, monitor by monitor the power cut out. The sound of entire mainframes and appliances shutting down. Extraction fans cutting out abruptly. Loud crackling from the plugs and all the bulbs in the vicinity exploding, entire space plunged into darkness. Erwin pulled out a small but powerful camping lamp from his coat pocket and placed it delicately on the table besides him, switching it on.

“Your wit and cheek reminds me of my Clare. Not quite enough bite though and certainly not nearly enough guts. But I do like someone who isn’t afraid of me and something tells me that deep down you both might be. That’s good. Fear is good. It keeps you sharp. Sympathetic pathway shocked into action. All those hormones flooding your system. Scrambling to protect you. I wondered what would happen when it was triggered and just as I expected, you didn’t flee, you certainly didn’t fight, you both froze. Like some deer in headlights.”

Erwin continued

“Antisthenes words stick with me always, ‘Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.’ No truer words have been spoken.”

Erwin stuffed his hand into his other pocket and pulled out a wad of unmarked cash which was sealed in a vacuum plastic. He tossed it to the pairs feet to which Slav scrambled to pick it up.

“That should be enough to revamp this space, get some new equipment since all of it is probably destroyed by this little gem my good friend Armin made for me.”

Koula’s heart sank as Erwin placed the small but weighty black box into Koula’s hand

“Any idea what it is Miss Kyriaki?”

“Yes.” Koula sounded dejected.

“Of course you do. What is it Miss Kyriaki?”

“A compact EMP.”

“And what do EMPs do, Slav?”

“They scramble and destroy electronic devices within the intended vicinity.”

“Exactly. Well done.” His voice was a little condescending but his eyes and smile were genuine. The conflicting personas confused the hacking pair . “Incredible piece of technology. Absolutely marvellous. A stronger charge would’ve set this place a light. Terribly piece of equipment.” Erwin clicked his tongue and smiled softly.

The artificial light making his features more pronounced. A face hardened by life but every inch was infact, ‘handsome’. It was the only word that Koula had on her tongue.

Erwin continued. “Knowing you both, you’d have backups of backups of backups. So I know this is only a slight inconvenience for you. I just wanted to show you two that I am willing to do absolutely anything to protect my family.” Erwin drawled sincerely as he put his leather gloves on. “Politics and allegiances be damned. That’s what I want. It’s all I want, and I’m willing to eliminate anything that will get in my way.”

Erwin drew closer and with his left hand tucked a loose hair behind Slav’s ear and ran his thumb across their lip. He watched as they become flustered. Closing their eyes and relaxing instantly, Slav leaned ever so slightly into Erwin’s gloved palm that rested on their cheek. Koula was so focused on what Slav was going through, envy almost consuming her, that she didn’t realise the blond man pull back her hood and repeat the same actions to her.

“To think that some of the people who are the bane my Clare’s life are as beautiful as this. What a terrible waste?” Erwin said as he delicately dragged his finger across her jaw, her cheek, her nose. Koula daren’t close her eyes, though her hardened glare softened.

She couldn’t help but bite her lips, swallowing, hard, to lubricate her drying throat. She cursed herself as her stomach flipped, the feel of leather against her skin and his touch, intentional but gentle.

“Curious things.” Erwin said softly before sighing and stepping back. Contemplative look on his face before scoffing and shaking his head.

“I’ll be in touch.”

And with that Erwin left but the thick cloud of desire he left, lingered like nuclear cloud, rending the pair speechless.

HOLY SHIT BROOO YOU WRITE SO GOOD mdwjegijdfrekj actually u write better than me AHAHAHAHA the "unknown, the untold, a bottomless abyss" had me like:

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Koula didn't know whether she was aroused or enraged. The very thought of it made her even angrier.

She kicked the floor powerfully before grabbing a keyboard from the table and slamming it against a monitor with enough power to knock it on the floor and crack the screen.

"Not enough guts?!?! I'LL SHOW YOU GUTS!"

Slav cringed as she watched her partner ruin a few more monitors and keyboards and punching the walls. That wasn't the first time Koula had lost her temper. Koula pulled a lever, turning on a generator that began to produce power again.

"We need to turn on auxillary," Koula pulled a suitcase from beneath their desk, settling it on top and opening it, revealing a laptop inside. She connected it to the generator and it powered up. She started typing. "I'm going to set his smart car on fire. Have it explode to his face while he's driving."

Slav's eyes widened and she rushed in front of her. "Wait! K! Think this through," Slav slammed her hands on the desk, trying to draw her attention but it didn't really work. "He is a man with a wife and child. We can't kill him!"

"I'm simply ridding that poor family of a monster,"

"Think about it!" Slav insisted. "How's Clare ever going to find out about what he is if he's dead? Killing him would be doing him a favour. You'll only make him a martyr in her eyes. In everyone's eyes!"

"I get it," Koula stopped typing for a moment. "He doesn't understand. He doesn't know what poverty feels like. He cannot appreciate what he has so he's seeking for more."

Koula's hands clenched into fists.

"Power, power, power, everybody's so obsessed with power, money, material wealth, followers, it's making me sick. What happens when you get that power? What happens when you're worshipped and everything you want is handed to you on a silver platter? What's the point of life if there's no struggle to achieve? He is an empty man, just like all of them."

"That he is." Slav nodded. "But you have to hand that to him. He will do everything to protect his family."

Koula frowned. "Bullshit. If that was the case he wouldn't seek for more than what he has," Koula looked up at her partner. "Burn the money," she stopped typing. "I will not be bought and sold. Burn them. We'll rob a digital bank instead. We've done that before. If you wanna keep them for yourself then fine."

Slav smirked. "Hot or not, I will not be bought and sold by him either." She tossed the money in a can and she lit a match, tossing it in the can as well. The money started to burn but neither of them paid any attention.

Koula started typing again and Slav's eyes widened. If the Kabal killed Erwin now, that would mean war. That could have even been Erwin's own wicked plan. To become a martyr in the eyes of his dear wife and then she would have a renewed sense of duty and motivation to keep hunting down the Kabalians. Killing him right now would be the end of it all.

Slav grabbed her hands stopping her from typing anything further. "If you kill him now, you're no better than him."

Koula's eyes widened and she stopped. She was right. She would become just like him. She would fall right into his trap. Koula pulled her hands away from the keyboard.

"Fine."

Slav grinned. "Let's rob that bank instead."

Koula smirked. "Hell yeah."