summary | everyone thinks you’re just eye candy for druig but they don’t see the fire in your eyes
pairing | mob!druig x fem!assassin!reader
warning | violence, gun, blood, minor character death, possessive!druig, badass!reader
word count | 1.0k
The bar was barely lit, the dingy fixtures were flickering above you, it wasn’t your scene. Staying by the bar, you nursed your drink, keeping one eye on the door, and the other constantly looking to your side in the private section of the bar.
Druig sat in the back corner having an eye on everyone who came and entered, speaking into his ear piece keeping you up to date.
“Must I say, you look gorgeous, beautiful.” He mused, looking over the bar, seeing the silhouette of your red dress.
“Stop, I’m working.” You said firmly. You took your job seriously, you didn’t let life and love get in the way of business.
Your hand brushed over your thigh, confirming the location of your gun strapped under your dress, seeing a big group of men enter who were just as out of place as you and Druig.
The group of men, 8 at least all scattered through the floor, a few going towards Druig, some taking spots throughout the floor to keep an eye and one coming up to the bar next to you.
“We have two more outside.” Kingo’s voice filled your eyes, the rest of the Eternals had been placed inside and out the building to keep an eye on the two of you. You didn’t pay attention to the rest of your team, focusing on the man who was a few feet away from you.
Turning around, you looked back at Druig, the two men who came in coming up to his table. His eyes turned back to you, nodding his head, signaling for you to go.
Readjusting your dress, letting the red silk fall through your legs, pulling down the top of your dress a little bit to show off your breasts.
“How can someone like you be alone?” Bingo, you got him in. Fauxing a frown, you pout your lips a bit.
“Well.” You purse your lips, feigning an innocent look in your eyes. “I was supposed to meet my boyfriend for drinks after work, got off early, got all dolled up for him and he can’t even answer my texts.”
Druig was seeing red about the man who ate everything you said, seeing his hands on you, just wanting to walk up to him and talk some sense into him but remembering the situation at hand.
“I’d be happy to buy a drink.” He offered. “Maybe get to know each other a little more, forget about that boyfriend of yours.”
“I’ve already forgotten.” You teased.
Getting him in the palm of your hand was easy, and keeping him lured and constantly wanting more from you was a piece of cake. Just after a few drinks and a lingering touch on his thigh, he just melted in your hands.
Thinking of being able to walk out with you tonight, the man told you everything you asked about. His occupation, the dark business he was roped into, and finally what you needed, the location of crates that was stolen from Druig.
Looking across the room, you saw Sprite’s illusion nodding a head to you before leaving the building.
“You wanna take this little date of ours away from the bar and maybe to my apartment.” He smirked, his hand itching farther and farther up your thigh.
“C’mon stud.” You grabbed his hand, strutting out of the bar, the guy immediately pulling you closer to him, both of you pressed against the walls, his lips pressing kisses up your neck.
It was the worst feeling in the world, just wanting to replace him with Druig, his soft kisses. The man was sloppy, sucking harshly on your neck, feeling his teeth against your skin. Just before he could reach your lips, you heard someone clear their throat.
“Well what do we have here?” The familiar accent made you quiver, peaking your head over the man, seeing Druig standing in front of you.
“You need something man?” The man was clearly displeased with Druig getting agitated for ruining the moment.
“I do actually, you have something of mine, Duncan?” The man’s eyes widened in fear, finally recognizing who was in front of him. “Well two things.”
“D-Druig.” He stuttered. “S-sir.”
“I think we’re past formalities.” He said darkly. “You stole from me.”
You were able to reach for your gun before he could grab his, reloading your pistol, pushing it into his skull.
“Not another move.” You said harshly, shoving the tip of the gun into his skull, emitting a groan from.
“You have whores running around for you.” He laughed looking back at Druig.
“What did you call me?” Druig could see from a mile away you had the situation at you, letting him sit back and watch. “I’m not some whore.”
Loading your bullet, your finger ghosting the trigger, the guy laughed again. “You’re really stupid aren’t you, gonna shoot me outside a packed bar.”
“Well it’s my bar, I don’t think they’d mind.” He didn’t get to say anything more before you pushed the trigger, the bullet piercing straight through his skull sending him to the ground in a pool of his blood.
“No one calls me a whore.” You spat at him, shoving your heel into his back.
“That’s enough, beautiful.” Druig spoke, bringing you to him, his arms wrapping around your waist, taking the gun from your hands. “You’re my little psycho aren’t ya.”
“Better than a whore.” You scoffed. “Never want to be touched like that again.”
“Not even from me?” Druig pouted his bottom lip starting to quiver, playing the part of his little innocent act.
“Could never deny you.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his. Druig wasted no time getting to the point, his tongue poking against your lips, his tongue running against yours. Moaning into his mouth, Druig’s arms kept you tight in his grip knowing you were already a wreck.
“You did well tonight.” He whispered, both of you parting, your foreheads resting against the others. “The others shouldn’t doubt you as much.”
“I gave them a reason too.” You shrugged. “Hit them when they weren’t looking.”
“Like this side of you.” Druig was possessive, everyone knew of you, and he couldn’t share you with anyone. “But I want it just for me.”
Nightfall, a dark mob AUxEternals/Marvel fanfic by Alohastyles-x
Pairing: mob!druig & mob!eternals x reader x mob!marvel surprise characters ;)
Notes/Summary: Since my teaser did so well, I decided to drop the prologue! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated <3
Inspired by: Good Girls on Netflix and this playlist
warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3
Druig Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Wattpad
The Rosaris. The most popular, most elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.
At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary, torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous.
You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.
Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the best.
“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.
Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.
He had you drugged, before Kingston grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.
You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.
“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.
Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would like sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstances, you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead it just terrified you more. You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.
That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.
Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.
You had been working for a year when you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… tonight was different.
“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”
“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.
“I want to introduce you to my new favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- it was Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.
“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for a couple of months, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,” Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.
“Ah, Genesis, I can’t.”
“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.
“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.
Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair.
You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.
“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.
“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.
“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.
“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.
“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak!
“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.
But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.
Instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.
Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. You red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.
He snapped.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.
“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down.
“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.
“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.
“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.
“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”
“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.
“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Druigs’ hand; he just squeezed it harder.
“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.
“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.
The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.
The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the sight before you: bloodied bodies everywhere.
A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.
“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.
“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.
You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the carnage in front of you; there was so much blood.
“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.
“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.
He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.
“Beautiful, beautiful, y/n. There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”
The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.
“I trust you,” you whispered.
“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.
“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.
Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.
Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.
“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.
“Just through here… Druig?” He was nowhere to be seen. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in.
You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.
“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.
“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.
“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.”
“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.
“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”
“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.
“Left.”
“Another Left.”
“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.
A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you.
“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.
“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.” A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.
“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.
“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.
“Is she okay?” Sersi asked, turning in the seat to face you.
“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head. ‘
“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.
“No, but I left him something to remember me by.”
“Druig you didn’t…”
Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.
“Shit, Druig! That was not apart of the plan.”
“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.
“No.”
“What the fuck. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.
“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.
“Just go through the drive through.”
Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonalds parking lot.
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You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.
“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.
“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.
“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.
“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.
“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.
She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.
“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.
“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.
“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”
You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. You heard the door open, before shutting again.
“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.
A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.
“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.
Nightfall, a mob AUxEternals fanfic by Alohastyles-x
Pairing: mob!druig & mob!eternals x reader x surprise character ;)
Notes/Summary: this is just a teaser- will end on a cliff hanger. If you guys like this, then I'll turn it into an actual story!! <3 <3 feedback on this one is greatly appreciated so I know whether to turn it into something :)
Inspired by: Good Girls on Netflix and this playlist
warnings: honestly none but language for this teaser. :)
Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3
Druig Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist |
Your feet hit the pavement and you took off running as fast as your legs could carry you; your heart pounding hard in your chest as you struggled to breathe. It was three in the morning, the sky pitch black above you save for the street lights illuminating the dark alley you ran through. You tightened the grip on the bag slung over your shoulder, careful not to let it come undone.
How could you let yourself get in this situation? All it took was one pleading look and you were instantly risking your life for him. The anger pushed you to run harder. He had one rule: “come back to me…alive.” It was the only thing you had to do… besides steal an assload of drugs. Easy.
Now you were questioning everything as you ran through the side streets, the sounds of dogs barking and guns firing filling the atmosphere around you.
“Fuck!” You whisper to yourself as you skid to a stop. A wooden fence stood in front of you; the pounding of feet growing louder and louder behind you. You sighed, before slinging the bag over the fence. You scaled the fence, climbing over and picking up the bag again.
Lucky for you, the fence led to the other side of the street. You took off running, pulling out your phone to call him. The phone rang a few times before he finally picked up.
“Did you get it?” He asked while he held his breath. The last thing he wanted was for his girl to be held up, the thought of anyone else touching you made his blood boil. So why the hell did he send you on this mission?
“Yes. I have it,” you responded breathlessly into the phone.
“Ah, that’s a good girl. Now come on back to me baby.”
“Oh you know I-” you were cut off, the phone ripped from your ear as a hand grabbed a fist full of your hair. They pulled hard, a scream erupting from your lips from the pain.
“Ah, looks like we have ourselves a little trouble,” a rough voice spoke into the phone. His voice sent chills down your spine, and angered Druig through the line. He knew exactly who it was. Genesis Rose, leader of the rival gang and leading night club in the city: The Rosaris.
“Let her go,” he said through gritted teeth. “Or I will make sure you won’t live to see daylight- and you know I’m good on my word.” Druig thought back to the last time he fought Genesis, leaving a deep rugged scar on his face.
“About that… I’d say it’s time for some payback. Starting with your delicious little thing here. She looks absolutely yummy Druig. My men can’t want to get their hands on her,” Genesis spoke harshly in the phone, before holding it away from his ear.
The man with his hand in your hair yanked harder, before dragging a knife along your cheek leaving a shallow cut. You screamed in terror and pain as the blood slowly dripped down your skin.
“You have an hour. You know where to find me.” Genesis dropped the phone, stepping on it hard shattering the screen.
“Lets go, pick her up and take her back to Rosaris.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you spat. You weren’t going to go down without a fight, that’s for damn sure. You made it this far, the last thing you wanted to do was give up; the adrenaline rushing through you clearly affecting your decision making.
“Oh sweetie, now is not the time to play hero,” Genesis spoke as he slowly made his way to you. He was a big man, 6’4 and nearly 300 pounds of pure muscle. He wore dark jeans and a dark shirt, a blazer over it with a white pocket square, radiating his status in the city.
He knelt to your level, running his finger along your bloody cheek, before popping his finger in your mouth. The taste of your own blood awakened something feral in you. The second he pulled his finger out, you spat, your blood spewing all over his face.
“Now that… that was a mistake,” he chuckled darkly, before raising his fist and connecting it to your face. The punch knocked you out cold. You fell limp in the arms of Genesis' right hand man, Kingston, who picked you up and carried you to the blacked out range rover that pulled up next to the sidewalk. He carelessly threw your body in the back.
“Lets go,” Genesis yelled as he climbed in the passenger seat. Kingston hopped in the back where you were, grabbing the rope he had in his pocket and tied your hands together.
There was no escaping now.
Druig was seething as he threw open the doors to the arsenal where he met Thena and Gilgamesh- his weapons dealers. If he was going to come and save you, he needed the best of the best, which Thena most definitely had. She was the leader while Gilgamesh created the weapons.
“Well hello dear, what a lovely surprise,” Thena taunted.
“I need the big guns,” Druig said, grabbing a black duffel. He began throwing a various assortment of knives and smaller guns inside, as well as grabbing some ammunition from the case against the wall.
“What for?” Gilgamesh asked, stepping out of the welding room, wiping his hands on a white rag.
“They took Y/N.”
“Who?”
“Genesis.” Druig stopped and looked up at them, his eyes pleading for their help.
“Do Ajak and Sersi know?” Gilgamesh asked. Druig looked down, which was answer enough. No.
“I can give you three. That’s it.” Thena said making her way over to the steel vault. She put in the code and opened the large door. She disappeared for a second, before coming out with three large guns in her hands. They each had golden embellishments on them, meaning he would have to be careful not to lose these.
Thena placed them gently in his duffel bag, before placing the ammunition and mags next to them.
“I just need one more thing…” Druig trailed off, before looking quickly to the matte black door in the corner of the room. Thena followed his gaze, before smirking.
“Oh you owe me big time,” she muttered, grabbing the key from her neck. She unlocked the door, carefully opening it. She muttered some words in Russian, before a loud bang came from the room.
“Hello Soldat,” she grinned as she led him by the arm out of the icy room.
“готов служить.” His gruff voice sent chills down Druigs spine as he looked over their secret weapon.
