Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT

Chapter 6

⚠️WARNING: cuss words, blood,

Marc & Steven POV

Song: El Melouk (feat. 3enba & Double Zuksh) by Ahmed Saad

"SHIT" I yelled as I dodged a swipe from a jackal. I threw a few punches before grabbing my crescent moon and stabbing it. "MARC LOOK OUT!" Steven shouted out as I turned and saw the next jackal about to strike me but I dodged it. "I need you to be quiet for a moment Steven" I said through my gritted teeth as I was focusing on the fight at hand. One had snuck up on me from behind and backhanded me towards the gate. I slammed against the fenced cage with a grunt, my sides were in pain, my head was killing me, and my vision was going slightly blurry. I slowly got up, gasping for air since it was knocked out of me on impact.

Y/N POV

I watched as he got his ass kicked. Knowing Khonshu, he was embarrassed by this scene of his avatar being on the ground panting for air. He wasn't the only one who had gotten beaten up half to death. Plenty of others have done worse than he's been doing. For what it's worth, he wasn't doing half bad out there. "Get up Marc." I spoke softly, waiting to see his next move. But there wasn't much time left. As I looked at the timer, there was only five seconds left. He wouldn't survive anymore than that. As he stood he readied his stance and got ready for them. I'd have to admit, it takes some balls to be able to stand back up again after a strike like that.

Marc & Steven's POV

(Song: The Kiss by Hesham Nazih)

I breathed heavily, waiting for the next jackals to come towards me. "Come on you bastards" I said in a taunting tone. My brows furrowed as I felt the sweat drip down my body. As the five jackals started to run towards me, I was prepared to risk my life for this. But before they could reach me, the timer went out and the jackals dissolved into ashes. I looked up at the clock and then back at the council of gods. "Thank you, Marc Spector." Osiris spoke. I gave him a simple nod. My body felt as though it was ready to give out. I could sense everyone's eyes watching me as I slightly limped out of the cage. But even when I knew I was being watched, I felt someone's eyes just piercing through my soul. As I walked up the step, my legs were shaking, practically begging me to stop. Layla immediately got up from her seat and rushed to me with her arm wrapping around my side to help me walk. I felt ashamed. Sure there were other people here who did far worse than I did. It was obvious on who could fight and who couldn't. But this was me being ashamed because I thought I didn't do good enough. I knew there were other ways of fighting in there. Better ways of killing those things. "You did your best mate. Don't beat yourself up on this. It was just a test to see how well we did. I for one think we did pretty good." Steven spoke up a bit as he tried to help me feel better. I sighed slightly at the thought. "Thank you Steven." I spoke with a rasped voice. I turned around one last time to look back at the room before me and Layla walked into the passage way that would lead us back to London.

We didn't speak a word as we walked into my apartment building. Walking into the creaky elevator. Opening the door of my apartment. Once I got in I almost collapsed but stopped my fall with the door frame. "Marc, you need to rest." Layla spoke in a worried tone. "I'll be fine. I'll just give it a day." I said in response, not wanting her to worry about me. "That was awful. Humiliating. I've seen far better combat than that was." Khonshu appeared in the apartment, sitting at his kitchen table dressed in a suit. Taweret was standing next to him in her usual Egyptian armor. "I thought he did great. Those jackals are quite a challenge." Khonshu tsked at this. "Please, don't fool yourself. Even your avatar did far better." "Layla did great as well. I think they both did their best." Taweret spoke in her cheerful voice, trying not the argue with Khonshu. "I thought Marc did better than what I did. I just dodged most of them. You actually put up a fight." Layla spoke softly as she tried to comfort Marc who was now laying on his bed with his arm covering his eyes. "Please Layla, don't make yourself believe that I was better. Other people there were better." I spoke in a tired and annoyed tone. "Reaper was one of them." Khonshu tried to speak in hushed tone but made it loud enough for Marc to hear. "You know what? That asshole is a monster. They showed how they kill for sport." I argued back as I sat up in my bed with frustration. "Reaper is a highly skilled killer Khonshu, they aren't like how Marc and Steven is." Taweret tried to defend Marc. Layla and Marc had to interpret as to how the conversation was going between the two gods due to only Marc and Steven hearing Khonshu and Layla hearing Taweret. "What do you mean by highly trained killer? What are they really? Some sort of assassin who goes out and does someone else's dirty work? All we know about this guy is that they are a killing machine, and supposedly from what you've told us is that he is "troubled". No. I know the difference between being troubled and be psychotic. So what the hell is really going on?!" Layla yelled in frustration. We were all left in the dark when it came to knowing any information about this guy. No name, we don't know what he looks like, who they actually are. Nothing. Even if we wanted to find information about this random person, there would be nothing to search up since we don't even know who we are even looking for. Taweret sighed. "Reaper has had a very rough past. They don't talk to anyone really. They were raised more indoors. Homeschooled if you will. I practically, well, we all raised." Taweret spoke to Layla, which still left Marc clueless. "Anubis's avatar is different from everyone else. They were raised to fight at a very young age. I saw greatness in this one. Saw him to be my future avatar, but I knew my power couldn't match the potential that I knew that could be unlocked. The gods raised him, myself included. They aren't any immortal god who took the shape and form of a human. They are still very much mortal. I cannot tell you why we raised him. Nor can we tell you where he is from. All we can say is that they are someone you don't want to mess with." Khonshu spoke to Marc. This whole situation was strange to me. Why were they raised by the gods? Where were his parents? Who trained him? Who was this guy? I was left more question than answers and there was nothing I can do about it. "Now if you excuse us, we have a meeting to attend." Taweret spoke to Layla, before both of them disappeared. We were left there speechless. Taking in all the little information we had. "Well that was...interesting..." Steven took over the body. "They're hiding something from us. Either we wait it out and see what happens next. Or find out ourselves." Layla spoke with confidence in her voice. When she set on something, there was no changing her mind about it. It was one of the characteristics that I liked about her. "Yeah, I don't think that'll work out for the both of us. We both they won't break when it comes to giving out any information. Why not just let this play out and see where it takes us, yeah?" I stood up from my bed, placed my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Yea...yea I guess you're right. But still, they're something about this that just doesn't make sense to me." We walked away from her where she was standing and started to slightly pace. "I know. They're always tomorrow though? We have to go back anyways for whatever that bloody bird has in store for us next." I said in an annoyed tone. "Are you sure you're even able to handle whatever may be next? You two a hell of a beating." Layla walked over to me and started to check my body for any sign of bones that may have been broken, or any sort of sign of injury for that matter. "Yeah I'll be fine love, I'm strong remember? I'll be able to handle whatever happens tomorrow. Now go off and get some sleep yeah? You put up a hell of a fight also. You're probably exhausted." I said with a soft smile on my face. I never wanted her to worry about us. I knew how Marc got when she started to get to close to us. Especially when it came to me. I knew his whole dilemma with not wanting her to get close to us again, but it would be a lie if I said I was fine with it. I cared for her more than anything. I never had any other girl in my life who cared about me as much as she did. She understood me better than anyone. She never judged me, saw me differently, or even ignore me. She was perfect in my eyes. But I guess that's one of the situations when you share a body with someone else. You can't always have your happy ending without ruining someone else's. "I suppose you're right. Are you sure you'll be fine without me? Remember you can always text or call me if you need anything." She began to walk towards the door. "Oh yeah, I'll be fine. I'll call you if I need anything." I gave her a gentle smile. "Alright. Goodnight Steven, goodnight Marc." She waved us goodbye as she walked towards the elevator. "Night" Marc spoke as he took over the body. I watched as the elevator doors began to close with Layla behind them. Once I knew she was gone, I closed the door and locked every lock.