𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
{•𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔•}
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.
ʙʏ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇʟʟᴇ
-ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ-
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The bell rang sharply across the game arena, echoing through the misty forest where the House Game was being held.
The Spades and Hearts members scattered in different directions, each armed with their card, each hunting or hiding, depending on their rank.
The sound of crunching leaves and hurried footsteps filled the air.
The game had begun.
Sergio crouched low behind a fallen log, his eyes scanning the area carefully.
His card, 3 of Spades was next to the least, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t win. Across the clearing, he spotted Aris, stupidly flashing her card, the Ace of Hearts, cautiously stepping through the grass.
Sergio smirked.
An Ace could beat a King, but it could also be beaten by any number card. And he knew Aris hadn’t realized that yet.
He crept closer, quiet as shadow. When Aris turned, Sergio flung his card into view.
“Three of Spades,” He said, grinning.
Aris blinked in disbelief, looking down at her own card. “No way.” She was low-key looking for Hades.
Trevor used her as a decoy just incase she sees Hades first cause her card csn beat s King Card.
“Try me.”
Before Aris could react, Sergio lunged. A flash of movement, a sharp tap to Aris’s wrist, and her card went flying. Sergio caught it midair with a spin and laughed.
“Sorry, Aris,” He said. “Guess luck’s not in your suit today. Finally caught the only thing that can beat our king.”
Aris scowled as Sergio left, officially out of the game.
****
A few fields away, Natalie and Natasha stared each other down. Their eyes were mirrors of shared history and burning rivalry.
“Well,” Natalie said, flicking her hair. “Didn’t think I’d get stuck with you so soon.”
“Likewise,” Natasha snapped, flashing her 5 of Hearts.
Natalie raised her own 5 of Spades.
The realization hit them at the same time.
“Tie,” They muttered in unison.
Neither moved. The rules were clear: equal cards meant no victor, no defeat—only retreat.
They circled each other warily before finally backing away, both too proud to show frustration.
Natalie turned her head sharply as she walked off, muttering under her breath.
“Typical copycat.”
“Keep talking, and next round I’ll break the tie,” Natasha called back.
****
Hyce moved quietly through the tall grass, his card tucked neatly in his pocket, the Queen of Spades.
It was a dangerous card to hold. A Jack and any number card could easily take him down.
Still, he walked calmly, his expression unreadable, eyes darting from shadow to shadow as he searched for one person.
Gomez.
If he was going to stand a chance, he needed to deal with him first cause if his guess is right, Gomez is a Jack.
And just as if fate had been listening, two figures appeared up ahead — Gomez and Juniper.
“Found you,” Juniper said with a smirk, stepping forward with her 9 of Hearts flashing in her hand.
Hyce’s heart skipped, but he forced a faint smile.
“Hey, Gomez,” He said softly, ignoring Juniper’s glare. “Can we… talk alone?”
Gomez hesitated, his expression softening.
“Hyce.” His voice was sharp, then softened. “Go ahead, Juniper.”
“But Gomez—”
“Just go,” he snapped, not taking his eyes off Hyce.
Juniper huffed but turned and walked off. The moment she disappeared between the trees, silence hung between them.
“How are you?” Hyce asked, almost too gently.
“Really? You’re asking me that? After everything I did? I’m fine… I’m—” he sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m sorry about earlier. For hitting you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Hyce’s expression softened.
“It’s okay,” He said quietly. “Do you want to… sort things out?”
Gomez blinked, unknowingly revealing his Jack card.
“Really? You mean it? I’d like that… I—”
Before he could finish, Hyce’s card flicked open between his fingers — the Queen of Spades gleaming under the light.
“No way…”Gomez froze.
“Sorry, Gomez. Guess I’m not just pretty — I’m also clever.”Hyce grinned.
He snatched the Jack of Hearts cleanly from Gomez’s grasp, spun on his heel, and walked away with a smug grin.
Gomez stood there, speechless, realizing too late that he’d just been outplayed by the one person he never knew would do that.
And he fell completely for it.
****
Hugo and Dawn walked side by side through the dimly lit hallway, the silence between them thick and uneasy.
Their footsteps echoed softly, the air tense as if it too was holding its breath.
“Hey....” Hugo started.
“I think it’s better if we just maintain the silence and avoid speaking to each other. We’ll find Morgan faster,” Dawn cut in sharply without looking at him.
Hugo furrowed his brow, her tone biting deeper than he expected.
He stopped walking, reached for her waist, and pulled her closer.
Before she could react, his lips pressed softly against hers, a kiss that felt like a ghost of what they used to be.
“I know you missed me,” Hugo said quietly, breaking the kiss with a faint smirk.
Dawn blinked, her expression hardening as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
She rolled her eyes and turned away, walking off, but he caught her wrist and tugged her back.
“What’s wrong with you? Why the sudden change of attitude?” Hugo asked, frustration leaking into his voice.
“Change of attitude? What change of attitude exactly?” She snapped, jerking her hand free.
“You called me a cheap slut, dumped me, and warned me to stay away from you. How’s that a change of attitude, huh?”
“You should...”
“Should what? Beg? Kneel? Crawl to you?” Her voice cracked slightly, but her glare was unflinching. “I’m done with that, Hugo.”
She turned and walked away, her footsteps sharp and final, leaving him standing there with the weight of her words pressing against his chest.
****
Dawn finally caught sight of Morgan standing alone at the far end of the corridor. Her relief was short-lived.
Morgan turned the moment she saw her, eyes sharp and unreadable. Without a word, she pulled out her card and revealed it — the Queen of Hearts.
Dawn hesitated, then slowly raised her own. A 9 of Clubs.
Morgan’s lips curved into a smug smile. “Guess luck’s not on your side.”
Before Dawn could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She turned — Hugo and Desiree had arrived.
“Perfect timing,” Morgan muttered.
Hugo grinned, pulling out his card with a swift flick of his wrist — Jack of Spades. Desiree followed, flashing her 8 of Diamonds.
Morgan’s confidence faltered for a split second as Hugo’s laughter broke the tension.
“Looks like I win this time,” He said, stepping closer and snatching the Queen from Morgan’s hand.
“Your King is next.”Desiree folded her arms, her smirk razor-sharp.
Morgan clenched her fists, her jaw tightening as the weight of the loss settled in.
Hugo looked at Dawn and walked out on her.
*****
Juniper crept through the dim hallway, her eyes scanning for movement. The sound of faint breathing caught her attention. She smirked.
“Gotcha,” She whispered, crouching behind a stack of chairs and yanking someone out by the arm.
Bluey stumbled forward, trembling, her back hitting the wall.
Juniper tilted her head, her grin widening as she flipped out her card — 9 of Hearts.
“I win.”
She reached out, snatching Bluey’s card from her hand, only to freeze the moment she saw it — King of Spades.
Bluey gave a small, nervous smile, clutching Juniper’s card now. “Guess not.”
Juniper’s eyes narrowed.
“Wait a second… if you’re the King…” She tilted her head. “Then what card is Hades holding?”
Bluey said nothing, only smiled faintly as she stepped backward and disappeared into the corridor shadows.
---
Hades was walking down another wing of the building, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.
The silence broke with a sudden thud above him. Someone vaulted over the barricade, landing in a crouch just a few feet away.
Trevor straightened, his smirk sharp and triumphant. “Found you.”
He flicked out his card — King of Hearts.
“King beats King.” Trevor declared, stepping forward. “You know, I’ve always wanted to whoop your ass in a house game. Guess today’s my lucky day.”
Trevor smirked, confidence radiating off him as he brandished his King of Hearts.
But Hades only tilted his head slightly, a faint, almost cruel smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re so shallow-brained, Trevor,” he said calmly. “Always loud, always predictable. Do you really think I’d walk around carrying a King card so carelessly?”
“What do you mean?”Trevor’s smirk faltered.
Hades raised a brow, then slowly pulled his card from his pocket and flipped it open with a sharp flick of his wrist.
Trevor froze.
“Ace of Spades,” Hades said, voice smooth and cutting. “I knew you’d come for me. Ace beats King, right?”
Before Trevor could respond, the speakers above them crackled to life with a sharp tone.
🔊 King of Hearts has been captured by Ace of Spades.
🔊 Game over. All players return to the Assembly Grounds.
Hades slipped the captured card into his coat, eyes glinting as he passed Trevor with a low chuckle.
“Better luck next year, Your Majesty.”
-ASSEMBLY GROUNDS-
All players were there as the holographic screen came to life.
🔊100 Sigils will be rewarded to every spade dorm members for their victory, additionally, Sigils from the previous games will be added too
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𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 - 𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐬
Player 001. Hades Laurel — 8,600 Sigils
Player 002. Hyce Kline — 3,600 Sigils
Player 003. Trevor del Mundo — 2,450 Sigils
Player 004. Hugo Vance — 2,420 Sigils
Player 005. Sergio Velmont — 1,020 Sigils
-𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥- 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬-
Player 006. Dawn Reever — 900 Sigils
Player 007. Gomez Hale — 850 Sigils
Player 008. Juniper Valet — 720 Sigils
Player 009. Desiree Drell — 700 Sigils
Player 010. Loci Kross — 465 Sigils
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-𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤-
Player 051. Morgan Sinclair — 510 Sigils
Player 052. Natalie Quinn — 310 Sigils
Player 053. Nia Sterling — 280 Sigils
Player 054. Zayne Holt — 140 Sigils
Player 055. Bluey Cruise — 120 Sigils
---
-𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 - 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬-
Player 088. Natasha Quinn — 100 Sigils
Player 089. Bryan Alder — 75 Sigils
Player 090. Aris Lane — 60 Sigils
•••
“No! No! No!” Morgan’s scream tore through the Assembly Grounds, raw and trembling.
The holographic screen blinked before everyone’s eyes, and the silence that followed was deafening.
Gasps spread like wildfire.
Did Morgan just drop from Ace to Jack?
"How did she loose that much points?" Trevor asked.
"Did you forget she lost 500 Sigils at the Blood duel?"Hugo said.
"But...I thought...she wasn't going to go below that even if the 500 Sigils were subtracted."Trevor defended.
"The original bet for the duel was 100 sigils, Hades bet 500 Sigils and she agreed so that's 600 gone from her Sigils. Other players earned extra Sigils for winning so, do the calculations yourself."Hyce scoffed.
"30 more points to get to top 3. I'm coming for you Trevor."Hugo smirked.
🔊 “Sergio Velmont, congratulations for being promoted to Level Ace. You will now be identified as Player 005.”
🔊 “Bluey Cruise, congratulations for being promoted to Level Jack. You will now be identified as Player 055.”
The crowd erupted — cheers, applause, disbelief.
“Yes! Finally!” Sergio laughed, pumping his fist before turning to Hyce with a grin that could split the world. “Guess I’ll finally get my very own suite.”
“About time, Ace boy.”Hyce chuckled softly, hands in his pockets
Gomez stood frozen, mouth slightly open. “What the fuck just happened…how the fuck did Sergio get to Ace before him?” He muttered under his breath.
Morgan was still on the floor, her mascara streaking as tears slipped freely. Her worst nightmare already happened and it hit hard.
Trevor’s jaw tightened. Even he couldn’t mask the shock written all over his face.
Bluey stood quietly among the murmuring crowd, eyes wide but a soft, relieved smile tugging at her lips.
She didn’t even know how it happened — she hadn’t contributed much to the game and yet somehow, fate pulled her one level higher.
She wasn’t below the line anymore.
For once, she felt like she could breathe.
Her eyes drifted briefly toward Morgan, still trembling in humiliation. A pang of guilt fluttered in her chest… but it was quickly buried under the small, fierce joy of finally being free.
Free from being looked down on by Morgan.
Free — unless, of course, Trevor decided she wasn’t.
🔊 “All Aces, assemble in my office. Now.”
Miss Dora’s sharp voice echoed from the speakers, slicing through the chatter that had filled the Assembly Grounds.
In an instant, the Aces began to move m, Hades, Hyce, Hugo, Sergio, and the stunned Trevor. Their steps were steady, confident, the crowd parting for them as they made their way out.
Morgan’s trembling voice broke the silence that followed.
“You can’t do this to me!! I’m an Ace!! This is so unfair!!”
Her cry cracked, desperate and wild. She reached for the holographic board as if she could pull her name back up by sheer force of will.
Natalie, who had been watching with folded arms, smirked coldly as she passed.
“Well, I guess now you should start knowing your place, Morgan.”
The words landed like a slap. Morgan froze, her breath shaking as Natalie brushed past her, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
Around them, the crowd began to thin out, whispers floating in the air — sympathy from some, satisfaction from others.
And in the distance, the last of the Aces disappeared through the tall glass doors, leaving Morgan kneeling on the floor, still staring blankly at the board.
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★𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞★
Trevor, Sergio, and Hyce were already in Miss Dora’s office. As usual, Hades was late.
He strolled in just as she was about to send for him again, hands in his pockets, his expression bored.
“What is this all about? It better be worth my time because I’m sleepy,” Hades muttered, dropping lazily into a chair.
“Is this guy for real?”Sergio blinked in disbelief.
“Oh, it’s worth your time, Hades. In fact, it might just take it.”Miss Dora arched a brow.
“What’s going on?”Hyce leaned forward.
“You all have a mission outside MIA,” Miss Dora said, sliding a folder across her desk. “The annual conference at the White Tower. Tonight.”
“What are we supposed to do there?”Trevor frowned.
“Foreign delegates from Southeast Asia will be attending. There’s intelligence suggesting a possible terrorist attack,” She explained.
“Possible? So, what—you’re guessing something bad might happen?”Hugo crossed his arms.
“Nothing’s confirmed,” Miss Dora replied evenly. “But given this is the biggest event of the year, there’s no such thing as one hundred percent safety.”
“So we’re basically babysitting a bunch of grown ass adults? Great. You know what—the four of them can go. I’m not wasting my night for this.”Hades scoffed.
He turned and slammed the door on his way out.
“Is he ever not pissed?”Miss Dora sighed.
“You mean that was him calm.”Hugo smirked.
“What time’s the mission?”Trevor ignored them.
“Seven p.m. sharp,” Miss Dora said.
Sergio leaned back slightly, confusion etched across his face.
“I’m sorry, but I’m still a little lost here. What exactly are we supposed to be doing? I just became an Ace, and now there’s a mission already?”
Miss Dora smiled faintly, her tone softening. “Being an Ace comes with responsibilities, Sergio. You’ll learn fast. Just hang around the others—you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.” She paused, then added with a proud look.
“And congratulations. This will be your official debut mission as an Ace.”
Sergio nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “Right… I’ll do my best.”
“Okay then, we’re leaving now,” Hyce said, standing up and straightening his jacket.
He was the first to walk out, and one by one, the others followed him out of the office, their footsteps fading down the hall.
Miss Dora glanced toward the door where Hades had stormed out earlier and exhaled quietly. “Let’s hope he shows up when it matters.”
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★𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★
Hades stood under the steady rush of water, steam filling the glass walls of the shower.
The droplets cascaded down his skin, tracing the lines of muscle and tension that refused to ease.
He shut his eyes, but instead of calm, all he saw was her. "You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng" Bluey, looking up at him with those eyes that always made him forget himself. That cute and adorable look of hers.
His palms pressed against the cold tiles as a low groan escaped him.
“I f!king miss you.” He muttered, voice rough.
“I miss your touch, your scent, your lips… f+k—those lips...I wanna kiss them again.”
He slammed his fist against the wall, the sound echoing in the confined space.
He was still pissed off since yesterday. And the reason? That stupid, gut-wrenching image of Bluey in Zayne’s arms. Just a hug, but to Hades, it burned like betrayal.
He’d wanted to drag Zayne off right there and beat the life out of him, but no. He had to keep his composure.
But every time he saw her get hurt, it cut through him like a blade. And every time, instead of reaching out, he let his arrogance take over, his pride building walls between them he didn’t even want.
He drew in a sharp breath, letting the water soak through his hair, his lashes, his soul that felt heavier than ever.
“Damn it, Bluey,” He whispered.
“What the hell are you doing to me? Do you know how f+king frustrating it is to be this addicted to you and not being able to do anything about it?”
“What the f+k are you doing, Hades?!” He yelled, his voice echoing off the wet tiles.
His chest heaved, water dripping from his chin like sweat from rage.
“Why?! Why the f+k can’t you just go get your girl?!” He shouted, slamming his fist into the wall.
“Since when did people’s opinions matter to you?! Since when did you start caring what anyone says?! Why the f+k do you have to listen to her crap about staying away?! Why the f+
k are you even listening and obeying her?”
His fists pounded the wall again, and again, until his knuckles split, blood mingling with the water spiraling down the drain.
He stood there, trembling, fist clenched tight, his breath shallow. The sound of the water couldn’t drown the storm in his head.
Running a hand through his soaked hair, he let out a long, frustrated sigh.
“F+k, Bluey…” He groaned under his breath, voice cracking between anger and longing.
“You’re driving me insane.”
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★𝐇𝐲𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★ 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 *
“A mission? Like… a real mission?” Sergio asked, still half unsure if he’d heard right as he leaned against the counter watching Hyce move around the kitchen.
“It’s not the first, and it certainly won’t be the last,” Hyce replied casually, flipping off the stove and stirring the food with practiced ease.
“What’s the mission like?” Sergio pressed, his voice low but restless.
Hyce gave him a look over his shoulder. “Just relax, you’ll be fine.”
“I’m just nervous,” Sergio admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Hyce smirked faintly.
“Everyone has had their first, yours will go smoothly.” He set down the pan, the aroma of cooked eggs and spices filling the air. “All done. Shit, I’m starving.”
He rinsed his hands at the sink, shaking off the water before joining Sergio at the dining table.
Sergio had already started dishing out the food, still trying to act calm while his leg bounced under the table.
“Eat up. You’ll need the energy tonight.”
Hyce sat across from him, grabbing his fork.
“That doesn’t sound reassuring.”Sergio glanced up at him, uneasy.
“It’s not supposed to.”Hyce just smirked and took a bite.
“How did you find out you were gay?”Hyce nearly choked on his food.
He coughed, grabbing a glass of water before shooting him a glare. “Is that really necessary right now?”
“Yes,” Sergio replied simply, resting his chin on his hand like a curious kid.
“Well, how about you? When did you find out you were gay?”Hyce sighed.
“I asked you first. You’re unfair.”
“I’ll only answer if you answer me first,” Hyce countered with a smirk.
Sergio’s lips curved into a shy smile before he dropped the bomb. “I became gay because of you.”
“…Me?”Hyce froze, fork halfway to his mouth.
“Yeah,” Sergio said quietly, eyes dropping to his plate.
“When I was new at MIA, I wanted to get close to you because you seemed nice. But it was hard since you were an Ace and barely talked to anyone except your circle. So I tried to learn about you, followed you around, listened when you spoke… I kinda stalked you, honestly.”
Hyce blinked, speechless.
“But then you announced your relationship with Gomez,” Sergio continued, his tone soft but tinged with bitterness.
“And I started feeling something weird. I thought I was just jealous that I wouldn’t get to be your friend anymore, but it wasn’t that. I hated seeing you with Gomez. I hated his hands on you. I hated how you smiled at him… and I wished it was me instead.”
There was silence. Only the faint hum of the fridge filled the room.
“Well, that’s it. I just… fell in love with you.”
Sergio looked down, shoulders stiff.
“Oh…” Hyce managed, his usual confidence nowhere to be found.
“So,” Sergio asked, trying to sound casual again but his voice betrayed the tremor, “....have you dated anyone before Gomez?”
“No,” Hyce admitted.
“Then are you finally going to tell me how you became gay?”Sergio’s eyes softened.
Hyce quickly stuffed his mouth full of food.
Sergio narrowed his eyes. “You’re being unfair.”
Hyce spoke through the bite, smirking, “And you talk too much.”
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★𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦★
Morgan sat on the edge of Juniper’s bed, her face buried in her hands as quiet sobs shook through her body.
Her shoulders trembled, her breathing ragged from hours of holding back tears she could no longer control.
Juniper knelt beside her, a hand resting gently on her arm.
“Hey, it’s okay… please, stop crying,” She whispered softly. “You’ll be fine, Morgan. It’s not the end of the world.”
But Morgan only shook her head, tears spilling faster down her cheeks.
“You don’t understand, June… my parents—” her voice broke, “.....they’ll be so disappointed in me. I was an Ace. I was supposed to make them proud.”
Her voice cracked as she tried to wipe her tears, but more followed, staining her palms.
“Now look at me… demoted, humiliated in front of everyone. Even Sergio, he took my spot.”
“It wasn’t your fault. Sometimes things just happen, Morgan.”Juniper frowned, pulling her into a hug.
Morgan’s cries grew softer but deeper, her chest heaving as she clung to Juniper.
“They already moved my things… everything’s gone. They transferred my stuff to a regular dorm, and Sergio—he gets a suite..”
Her voice wavered, heavy with heartbreak. “It’s like I never even existed among them, the way I was shamelessly overlooked.”
Juniper stroked her hair,.
Morgan crashed onto the bed, her body trembling as the weight of it all finally hit her.
The moment her head touched the sheets, she broke. A raw, guttural cry tore from her chest, the kind that came from somewhere deep, where pride and pain collided.
Her fingers clawed at the blanket, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white.
“Why… why did it have to be me?” she choked out, her voice shaking with anger and heartbreak. “I worked so hard… I gave everything.”
Juniper stood helpless beside her, eyes glistening with worry. “Morgan, please—”
But Morgan cut her off with another scream, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound.
Her body jolted with every sob, the mattress shaking beneath her. She felt hollow inside, every piece of her pride stripped away.
Her tears soaked through the pillow as she whispered again, her voice faint and trembling.
Then her strength gave out. Her sobs slowed, her breathing uneven as exhaustion dragged her under.
She fell asleep in the mess of her tears, her body still shaking faintly, the sound of her quiet crying fading into the heavy silence of the room.
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★𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫★ 7𝐏𝐌
Trevor, Sergio, Hugo, and Hyce were all dressed in black, stationed near a matte black van parked in the shadow of the White Tower.
The evening lights glimmered across the marble steps as expensive cars rolled up, guests stepping out in shimmering gowns and sharp tuxedos.
Hyce was perched lazily on the roof of the van, legs crossed, unwrapping a lollipop with an exaggerated sigh.
Trevor sat behind the wheel, tapping his fingers on the steering, his eyes scanning the reflection of the crowd in the side mirror.
Hugo and Sergio leaned against the van, their posture casual but alert.
“You know,” Hyce began, his tone lazy and taunting. “....it’s not every day we all get to work together and pretend we’re one big happy family. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah. Real cute family reunion, huh?” Trevor scoffed. He was chatting with Juniper asking about Morgan.
“I agree,” Hugo muttered, eyes still fixed on the entrance. “It could always be this peaceful if some people weren’t so shallow-minded and actually started using their brains.”
Trevor turned his head, a frown tugging at his face. “You saying that to me?”
“Do you feel like I’m talking to you?” Hugo fired back without looking at him. “Then yeah, I guess I am.”
Hyce grinned around his lollipop.
“It’s a good thing your bitch is out of the league, Trevor. She’s annoying as hell.”
Trevor shot him a glare through the windshield.
“Correction,” Hugo cut in smoothly, “...was annoying. Until she went down the rail.”
Hyce’s grin faltered slightly as Trevor shot him a deadly glare but he said nothing, just popped the lollipop back into his mouth and looked away.
“I still don’t know why we’re here,” He muttered finally. “The foreign guests don’t look like they’ll be showing up anytime soon.”
“Orders are orders.”Hugo shrugged.
“And Hades actually had the guts not to come?” Trevor said with a scoff. “Talk about being a brat.”
Sergio finally spoke, pushing off the van with his shoulder. “It’s not like we need five people to babysit a bunch of grown adults, do we?”
Hyce chuckled, the stick of his lollipop shifting between his teeth.
“You’d be surprised, rookie. Babysitting grown adults is a lot more work than a bunch of kids.”
Trevor rolled his eyes. “So what, we just stand here looking pretty?”
“Pretty? You?” Hyce smirked down from the roof. “You look like a bodyguard in a cheap drama.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll drag you off that roof,” Trevor shot back.
“Try me,” Hyce said lazily, stretching out.
Sergio sighed, watching the guards at the tower gate switch shifts. The bright lights reflected against the marble walls as the crowd inside grew louder.
“You guys fight like like this all the time?. Can’t believe these are the people I’m supposed to call teammates now.”
“Welcome to the Aces,” Hugo muttered. “Where teamwork means tolerating each other without pulling the trigger.”
A quiet laugh escaped Hyce. “You’ll get used to it, boo. But remember—being at the top means no room for mistakes.”
Trevor turned toward him, brows furrowed. “You mean like Hades skipping out on the mission?”
Hyce smirked faintly. “He’ll show up. He always does. Hades doesn’t follow orders, but he never runs from chaos.”
“Still,” Sergio said, glancing toward the White Tower, “...this feels… off. Everyone’s acting like it’s just a formal event, but the air—”
“—feels heavy,” Hugo finished for him. “Yeah. I feel it too.”
Soon, the security inside the conference hall began trooping out, their expressions tense as they huddled in urgent discussions.
The lively atmosphere from moments ago dimmed into confusion and unease.
“Looks like there’s a problem,” Sergio muttered, pushing off from the van.
The four of them exchanged glances before heading straight toward the group of security officers. Hugo was the first to speak, his tone sharp.
“What’s going on?”
One of the security heads turned to them, looking flustered.
“The foreign guests—there’s been an issue. They arrived at the airport an hour ago, but they’ve not shown up at any of the checkpoints on the route here.”
Hyce narrowed his eyes. “How long is the drive from the airport to this place?”
“Approximately twenty minutes, sir,” the guard replied quickly.
Sergio folded his arms. “So what now?”
“We’ll drive to the airport first,” Hyce said, already pulling his phone from his pocket. “We’ll check if there’s any sign of them at the checkpoints—”
His phone started ringing. He glanced at the caller ID and groaned. “What is it, Hades? We’re literally busy right now, you know?”
Hades’s calm, lazy voice came through the line.
“The foreign guests have been kidnapped. All six of them. They’re currently being loaded into a big white truck heading toward…” his tone drifted as if he was watching it happen, “.....the East Industrial Route.”
“Where are you right now?”Hyce’s jaw tightened.
“Me?” Hades sounded amused. “Just watching the boring scenario unfold. I’ll send you the plate number so you can track the registered GPS. I’m off.”
The line went dead.
Hyce exhaled sharply, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Trevor, start the van. Let’s go.”
Without another word, they all moved—Trevor jumped into the driver’s seat, Sergio and Hugo climbed in behind, and Hyce leapt off the roof, landing lightly before sliding into the passenger seat.
The van’s engine roared to life, tires screeching as they sped out of the parking lot and into the night.
****
Hades sat lazily on the rooftop of a tall building overlooking the distant glow of the White Tower.
The city stretched below him—alive, loud, and yet utterly meaningless. The only reason he was even there was because Robert had called him personally.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t waste a single breath watching a bunch of diplomats pretend they mattered.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling slowly as the night breeze brushed his face.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” he muttered under his breath.
His phone buzzed again. Robert.
Hades sighed and answered. “Hello, Dad.”
“Son… where are you? Is it true the foreign guests were kidnapped?” Robert’s voice carried that usual edge of worry, though he tried to sound composed.
“Yes,” Hades replied flatly. “Don’t worry. They’re already on it.”
Before Robert could speak again, he heard another voice in the background. Iris.
“Where are you now, Hades?” she demanded, her tone sharp with concern.
Hades squinted, tilting his head slightly as he caught the faint red glint reflecting off a nearby window. He smirked.
“Just somewhere…” he said lazily. Then, with an amused grin, “One bastard’s aiming a sniper at me right now. This is getting fun.”
“Hades, get out of there!” Iris’s voice cracked through the phone, panic evident.
“Mom, calm down.” He stretched his legs out on the rooftop, utterly unbothered. “It’s been a while since I killed someone. Tonight’s gonna be fun.”
There was silence for a beat, just the sound of the city wind and his slow exhale. Then Iris’s voice softened, trembling slightly.
“Be… careful, son.”
“Sure.”He smiled faintly, eyes glinting coldly.
And just like that, he ended the call—slipping the phone into his pocket as he leaned forward, gaze locking on the direction of the sniper’s scope.
“Alright,” he murmured, rolling his neck. “Let’s play.”
“Now who’s that bastard,” Hades muttered, spotting the faint glint of a sniper scope aimed directly at him.
Without a second of hesitation, he drew his gun and fired.
The bullet tore through the night, striking clean. A body dropped from the upper ledge and hit the ground below with a heavy thud.
Hades narrowed his eyes, still crouched behind the concrete rail. “Didn’t even get to say hello.”
He couldn’t see the shooter’s face from this distance—just the dark clothes and the rifle clattering beside the fallen man.
Whoever it was, they’d been well-positioned. Too professional to be random.
He exhaled sharply, irritation flickering across his features.
Reaching behind him, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out his hook rope. With quick, fluid movements, he secured it to the ledge and jumped.
The wind whipped against his face as he slid down the building. Below, the shooter was wounded but alive and was crawling toward a nearby car, clutching his arm and dragging himself upright.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Hades muttered, raising his gun midair.
He fired. The bullet grazed the man’s arm, making him stumble and curse before raising his own weapon.
Three shots cracked through the air—wild and rushed. Hades twisted effortlessly, dodging them one after another, the rope swaying from the recoil of his motion.
He hit the ground hard on the roof of the car, the impact denting the metal beneath his boots. A crooked grin crept onto his face.
“Amateur,” He said, stepping off the car and walking toward the stranger, slow and deliberate.
The man was backing away, bleeding, terrified—and Hades still couldn’t see his face clearly under the shadow of his cap.
“Come on,” Hades called, voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see who thought it was smart to point a gun at me tonight.”
Hades didn’t wait for Banjo to reach for his gun again. He stormed forward, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw in one brutal swing that sent Banjo crashing into the hood of the car.
The sound of metal denting echoed through the quiet street.
Banjo spat blood and threw a punch back, grazing Hades’s cheek. Hades barely flinched.
He blocked the next blow, twisted Banjo’s arm behind his back, and slammed his face into the car window hard enough to crack the glass.
Banjo swung an elbow back, catching Hades in the ribs. The two men grappled violently—punches, knees, grunts, the sound of boots scraping against asphalt.
Hades drove a knee into Banjo’s stomach, then grabbed his collar and threw him against the side of the car.
But suddenly, Hades froze. His instincts screamed.
He turned sharply, too late.
Two gunshots tore through the air. The bullets hit his side, one after another. The impact staggered him, pain flaring hot and sharp through his ribs.
“F+k—!” He stumbled back, clutching his bleeding side.
His eyes darted toward the shadows where the shots came from.
A man stepped out slowly, calm and composed, his gun still smoking.
“Who the f+k are you?” Hades growled, blood dripping through his fingers, staining his white shirt crimson.
Marco smiled faintly, lowering his gun.
“Hm. Let’s say I’m someone who hates your guts and existence. You’re a tough one, though—two bullets, and you’re still standing like it’s a scratch.”
“What the f+k do you want from me?”
“From you?” Marco’s tone was chillingly casual as he stepped closer. “Your life. But more importantly…” He leaned near Hades’s ear, his breath cold. “I want my love back.”
Hades’s jaw clenched.
“I want Iris,” Marco whispered.
Rage erupted through Hades’s veins.
Marco lunged forward with a dagger, aiming for Hades’s ribs but Hades caught the blade with his bare hand.
The edge sliced deep into his palm, blood streaming down his wrist, but he didn’t even flinch.
“In case you don’t know,” Hades snarled, tightening his grip on the dagger, twisting Marco’s wrist until bones cracked, “....you can’t kill me. No one can. You know why?”
He twisted harder, forcing Marco to his knees. “Because you need more than blades and bullets to kill a monster like me.”
Then, his voice dropped, darker, venomous. “And you just crossed the line talking about my mom.”
Hades yanked the dagger free and slashed across Marco’s arm. Blood sprayed, and Marco hissed, staggering back with a grimace—but instead of anger, he chuckled.
“I like you, really. I mean, I didn’t expect Robert and Iris to produce anything weaker than you.” Marco said, smirking through the pain. “I’ll be back.”
He backed away toward the car where Banjo was already waiting, clutching his own wounds. They got in and sped off into the dark street.
Hades stood there, chest heaving, his hands slick with blood. He looked down at his sides—his white shirt soaked deep red, the pain finally catching up to him.
“F+k!!” He groaned, clutching his wound tighter.
He staggered toward his bike, every movement heavy, his vision slightly blurring.
But he still smirked faintly as he climbed on, revving the engine.
“Try harder next time,” he muttered under his breath, then drove off into the night.
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★𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞★
The van screeched to a halt in front of a rusted warehouse at the edge of the industrial district. The air was thick with the stench of oil and gunpowder.
“This is it,” he muttered. Trevor killed the headlights.
They could already hear muffled cries inside, the sound of fear, foreign accents pleading through gags.
“Move.”Hyce’s fist tightened.
They split instantly, Hyce kicked the side door open, gun drawn, and all hell broke loose.
A rain of bullets met them at the entrance.
Hyce dove behind a metal crate, rolled across the floor, and returned fire with surgical precision.
Three quick shots, three men down. His movements were fast, lethal, efficient like he’d done this a thousand times before.
“Two at your ten o’clock!”Trevor followed, covering the left flank.
“I see them,” Hyce said coldly.
He didn’t even blink as he grabbed a loose iron pipe beside him and hurled it straight into one man’s skull.
The thug dropped instantly, and Hyce shot the second one between the ribs before he could reload.
Sergio and Hugo dashed to the back, where six foreign guests sat tied to chairs, blindfolded and trembling.
“Stay quiet,” Hugo hissed as he cut through the ropes with his knife. “We’re getting you out of here.”
Sergio helped lift one of the women up. “Can you walk?” She nodded shakily.
Meanwhile, Hyce stepped out from behind the crates, walking straight into the open, eyes cold and merciless.
He didn’t duck the bullets, he advanced, firing with both hands. Each shot hit exactly where he intended, neck, shoulder, leg. Disarming, disabling, destroying.
A man charged at him from the side with a knife, and Hyce caught his wrist midair, twisting it until it snapped.
The man screamed, but Hyce silenced him with a punch so hard it cracked his jaw and sent him crashing into a pile of barrels.
“You’re one scary bastard, you know that?”
Sergio grinned from behind him.
Hyce ducked as another bullet grazed his hair.
“Are you just realizing that boo?.” He spun, kicked a table toward the shooters, and fired again, two clean headshots before the table hit the floor.
Trevor and Hugo ushered the guests toward the van outside.
“They’re clear!” Hugo yelled.
“Cover them!” Hyce barked, shooting down the last remaining thug who tried to reach for a detonator.
Within seconds, silence filled the warehouse—only the heavy breathing of four men and the smell of gunpowder remained.
Hyce stepped over a fallen body, wiped blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, and stared at the carnage.
“Damn, I know I hate your guts but remind me never to piss you off.”Trevor whistled.
“You already do.”Hyce slid his gun back into his holster, unbothered.
Then he turned toward the exit, eyes sharp. “Let’s move. Before whoever sent them realizes they’ve failed.”
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★𝐌𝐈𝐀- 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦★ 11PM
Bluey was waiting at the entrance of Spades Dorm, clutching her hands nervously. She had been standing there for almost an hour, rehearsing what she would say once she saw him.
She wanted to apologize—no, she needed to. The way he’d been treating her lately hurt more than she wanted to admit, and she just wanted things to go back to how they were before.
Morgan is out of the way and there's no reason to hold back anymore.
Her heart skipped when she finally saw him.
Hades was limping toward the dorm, his white shirt torn and soaked in red. His face was like stone , cold, blank, and terrifyingly empty.
The look in his eyes was darker than anything she’d ever seen on him before, and for a split second, she forgot how to breathe.
He pressed one hand to his side, blood dripping down his fingers, but he didn’t even flinch.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and spoke in a low, steady voice.
“Send me a nurse. ASAP.”
He ended the call before Miss Dora could even respond.
Bluey’s heart dropped.
“Hades…” she gasped, rushing toward him. “You’re bleeding, you—”
He stopped walking. Slowly, he lifted his head, and the glare he gave her was sharp enough to slice through her chest.
“Stay the hell away from me,” He said, voice deep, cold, and laced with something dangerous.
Bluey froze, her breath catching.
“Stop being stubborn, you need to get treated and stop the bleeding at least,” Bluey said through tears, her voice trembling as she pressed her hands to his side.
The warmth of his blood soaked into her palms, and panic shook her whole body.
Hades clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tightly. She didn’t understand,she needed to get away from him.
Not because he didn’t want her near, but because he was seconds away from snapping.
The pain in his ribs was unbearable, and anger burned through every nerve in his body.
“Bluey,” He muttered darkly, his voice dropping to a dangerous low.
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her off him. “Move, while I'm still being calm.”
But she didn’t. She shook her head, tears still falling, her voice cracking as she tried to hold him steady.
“No! You’re hurt, Hades, please just let me help you!”
The pain in his ribs flared violently, shooting up through his chest. His breathing grew uneven, his vision blurring from the mix of pain and rage. He was loosing a lot of blood and his vision was blurry.
“I said stay away!!!” He roared.
His hand moved before he could stop himself. The slap cracked through the her face, heavy and violent.
Bluey’s body jolted from the force, her head slamming against the wall frame before she collapsed to the floor.
For a second, everything was silent.
Hades stood there, breathing hard, his hand still trembling. His gaze fell on her limp body, on the thin trickle of blood running down from her forehead.
“Arghh!” he groaned, staggering back as pain shot through his ribs again.
He pressed a hand to his side, gritting his teeth, his heart thundering in his chest.
He wanted to go to her. To check if she was breathing.
But his rage, guilt, and exhaustion twisted together until he couldn’t think straight.
He turned away.
Without another word, he limped down the dorm hall, leaving her there unconscious and bleeding.
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