The world is constantly being faced with Armageddon level threats..... Yet somehow, the heroes always saves the day. But are they always the only ones doing it?
The Jagged Empire.
A secret organization that protects the world from several threats m...
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to a valiant and selfless man named LemuelGoode.
They willingly sacrificed themselves just for a funny sex number joke.
Because of that this Chapter will have 2500 words and so will part 2.
Let us remember them for their brave and selfless attitude.
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Gone, but not forgotten....
3rd Person POV
Jarl BallinTavern
Inside a pub filled with broken furniture and floor littered with glass shards from the windows.
Walls littered with bullet holes and scorch marks from the magic casted as bits of mana still lingered on the proof of property damage.
Under a cone of light sits three women of distinguished origins
Ayumi Taniguchi, the third daughter of Asahi Taniguchi, head of the Taniguchi Yakuza family with several territories in China, France, America and now expanding its influence on England.
Yvonne Novak, daughter of Russian oligarch and weapon manufacturer, Nikita Novak and his company Novak Industry. Novak Industry manufacture their weapons to sell to different superpower countries in the world and has been rumoured to be having secret trade deals with Hydra
Elizaveta Popova, the last daughter of the Slavic Mystic Arts
A/N: I changed Elizaveta last name to Popova since apparently, Popov is the male version of Popova.
They sit there, not a word spoken.
Determining the strength of the opponent by just a mere look
Yvonne and Ayumi would've done the same and would've sabotaged each other's action
However, the arrival of a more powerful foe allowed their previous alliance born from searching for Y/N to strengthen.
And each time the short hand in the clock moves, the longer the tense atmosphere in the room thickens.
"Psst... hey Y/N... how long do you think they'll just stare at each other and not do anything?" whispered Charles as he fixes the Imita, he speak as quietly as he can to not incur the wrath of the three women on the table
"I don't know... they're just sitting there...menacingly... " Y/N says peeking his head behind the bar counter "I swear if I threw something that makes a noise somewhere they would immediately start throwing shit in the direction where the noise came from... so if possible let's keep our voices down to a m-"
"What is going on here yea? Why is everyone looking like they just got into a beef-ting fam (argument)" loudly speaks the newly awaken Scotsman, with his dried saliva still visible in his cheeks
