Incarnation of Chaos/BNHA

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Moirai's Shadows

They are not heroes nor villains. They are not known by all, only those who are high enough in the society. They do not involve themselves with the society. But they sometimes lurk around the cities' shadows.

Some may say they are just cowards who doesn't show their faces. But those at the top know better than to call them that.

The heroes have little to no information about the group, just the fact that they are actually a mafia. They don't really know how many members the mafia has. But they know how to contact them for emergencies. The contact has been the only one they've ever known about the group. They have no records. The people don't even know who they are. Again, just those who are at the top.

The contact is Hermes. They know she's a she, by the voice obviously.

Their knowledge about Hermes is that she's responsible for outside communications. She acts as the messenger who delivers and receives. She's the negotiator. She manipulates information to the group's advantage.

Eraserhead knew better than to beg to the mafia. But he can't risk anything. Their opponent is dangerous and cannot be captured easily. No one has ever even seen the said villain, not even the number one hero.

"Any information, Eraserhead?" The number one asked, his beard lighting up in fire because of his mood. Endeavor is obviously annoyed at their situation, they're helpless against the villain. His fire can't find anything about it- or rather them.

Aizawa sighed in exasperation. Shaking his head no. He slumped to his seat and grumbled in annoyance.

"Hermes said their boss need to approve first."

Endeavor slammed his hands in the table, his flames flaring.

"WHAT? DO THEY EVEN CARE ABOUT THE URGENCY OF THIS SITUATION?!"

The heroes looked down in defeat, all of them.

"We need to calm down, maybe they'll call within this day. We just have to wait."

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Apollo shuffled around the kitchen, preparing a sandwich for all. He just received a message about a meeting, meaning all members will be present at their hideout, which their like to call The Olympus. Him, Hepheastus, and Hermes are already present. Hermes and Heph are currently still in their own rooms, considering it's still morning, though the latter is probably already awake and working on his new device.

While Apollo is busy with making foods for the group, the big doors opened. Two man walking in, simultaneously leaving their bags on the couch and headed to the kitchen.

"Oh hello guys" Apollo warmly greeted, not looking up as he is still busy cutting tomatoes.

Achilles sat down and flexed his tense muscles, he's glad he can finally rest after months of only training.

"How are you, Apollo?" Heracles sat down beside Achilles, making himself a well-needed coffee.

"I'm good, I'm good" He said while nodding. He then turned to them to give them their own food.

"Uhuh, Heph's probably not even going out of his room. How can you survive here without talking to someone?" Achilles asked with his mouth full.

"First, can you finish your food first without talking? Second, that's a you thing, Achi. You-pointing to him- cannot survive without running your mouth."

"Oooohhh Achilles has been KOed by Heracles!!" Apollo hovered a spoon over his mouth, trying to imitate an announcer.

Achilles reached over the counter to slap Apollo's head. He groaned and caressed his head.

"Oh shut up you goody two shoes" Achilles slumped again in his seat, bonking the head of the man beside him. He ignored his angry mumbles.

"So why did Heph messaged us?" Achilles said.

"It's the heroes" A voice surprised them. Hermes entered the kitchen and ruffled Heracles' hair while passing by.

Achilles groaned in displeasure.

"The hell do they want?"

"It was in the message you dipshit, it seems like you can't fucking read—"

Heracles was cut off after he was wacked in the back by the, once again, Achilles. This caused him to choke in his sandwich. After a few cough, Apollo slided a cup of water to him, while laughing of course.

"Just stop bullying him you child"

"I am NOT a child, I'm eighteen!-"

His words was cut off again when Hermes came to his side to rub her head against him.

"Oh you so are" Hermes pecked his cheek in delight, pulling his cheeks right after.

Achilles fell in laughter, his finger pointing at the fuming boy.