Battle of the pervs

A fleeting memory flashed in Morienn's mind.

" Evangeline Tang, but she goes by the name Eve, huh." He read a copy of a report and lay it back on the table.

[ Fuck! No fucking way!] He screamed inwardly at such terrifying conjecture.

He wanted to hurry and check if he accidentally shot the person in front of him, but he can't. He is currently falling backward and can't go against the pull of gravity.

[ Shit. He's gonna kill me for real!] Panic filled his being.

Morien has a terrible knack for remembering relevant things at the most peculiar times. It was like a revelation before shit hits the fan, or life's worth movie unfurling before his dying eyes. It was terrible because he can't do anything about it, for it was always too late.

And just now, he recalled who the nearly-abducted person he was contemplating about, right after accidentally shooting in her direction.

Worst, it was point-blank range.

[ Shit! Shit!!! ] He hopes his head will hit a stone and kill him because if it doesn't, that devil is going to give it to him good.

The couple of seconds that passed felt like an eternity for Morienn. He had undergone the stages of grief in that short span. From denial up to acceptance, he had relinquished himself to fate.

[ I'm so dead.] He prayed for his lost soul.

The unlucky fellow failed to grasp that he should be praying to the dark lord before him.

***

( Host! You were almost disfigured!) Halfsie roared in Eve's mind.

Fortunately, she isn't.

By devil's luck, the bullet merely grazed her right ear. Had she moved slightly, or Morienn shot the gun a millisecond too late, she is sure to be hit.

Since she would not die, the probability of becoming a fruit or vegetable is highly possible. But, what if that bullet traversed through her face? Wouldn't that mean she'll have a hole in her face? That would be blasphemy!

Even if this face isn't her godly, peerless, number 1 in the whole 3000 planes face, nobody should ever make her wear a disfigured face. No one. EVER.

Halfsie shivered upon sensing the host's darkening aura and lit up candles for the poor soul who courted death.

When the tingles of horror haunted the furball, it promptly tried to appease the host's narcissistic soul.

( Host! Calm down! Your face isn't deformed! It only wounded your ear!)

The desperate cry quelled Eve's brewing cloud of atrocity, for she realized she could hide it with her hair. However, it's still a different matter if she would be missing a lump of flesh.

Eve run her index finger onto the wet sensation on her concha. It wasn't tender, nor stings. It only bleeds continuously, dripping onto her shoulder, dying her white dress with red blots.

[ Good. It's still whole. ]

She relaxed because her ear is intact.

Whatever forces it might be, either divine or unholy, it spared the culprit from a death sentence, at the very least.

" Hey! Eve! Are you alright!?" Morienn instantly tried whitewashing himself in front of the lady. It's not just his devil boss, but her background is enough to kill him thousand times over.

He stood up, threw the gun as if it's a piece of a cursed object, and went before Eve, frantically checking if she was shot.

God knows he had thanked all the spiritual beings that he can think of the moment he saw her standing. At least, she is not critically hit, is what he believed.

Eve was silent, only hanging her head down. Her eyes, hidden beneath her hair.

When Morienn spotted the blood on her shoulder, he panicked.

" Hey! Where are you.." injured?

He wasn't able to finish his inquiry as he falls back once again.

With a startled face, he stared at Eve from below. There wasn't an expression on her impeccable countenance, but her eyes were enough to terrify him.

They were brilliant and captivating but, gives him an inexplicable sense of dread.

He can't express it in words.

He only felt as if he provoked a being he shouldn't have had.

Despite being frightened, he can't utter a word of protest. Not only was he was unable to, but, discovered he couldn't control any part of his body.

[ What did she do to me?]

With nothing but eyes under his command, he stared at Eve, anticipating what she'll do.

He knew he fucked up but, will she kill him?

Eve won't kill him, but she will make him feel bad, alright.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Well, she isn't that angry really, since fortunately, her face is intact, but still!

Eve crouched before him, putting aside the gift, and cupped her chin.

She ponders how to discipline the daredevil. The penalty should be appropriate to his audacity to threaten her beauty.

Nevertheless, considering he is El's right-hand man, she hesitated.

If she renders him unable to work, the matters in his hand will ultimately eat El's time. She can't do that. She doesn't want El stressed from work. What if it causes his abs to wither due to fatigue. That would be dreadful. She has not enjoyed them to the fullest yet. Damn, she has yet to savor it!

[ I'm genuinely a considerate goddess.] She shamelessly eulogized herself as she found the reason to let Morrien "go".

With narrowed eyes, Eve's hand neared Morienn's face.

From his point of view, it appeared as if she is about to caress the side of his face. She is so near he could even count her eyelashes and smell a subtle floral scent emanating from her. Had he not known what kind of fucked up situation he is in right now, their current position is enough to make his heart pound like crazy.

Well, in fact, his heart is beating like crazy. But, it was due to the terror that struck him, and not her beauty had smitten him. They are not in a romantic story but a tale of revenge.

She is about to punish him.

He did not even discern how she drugged him. Her quick but covert movement is quite commendable. No one could ever anticipate that from the likes of her. She'd be a perfect assassin had she been trained. She can use her features to enamor her target and kill them before reality hits them.

[ Wait, what the hell am I thinking?] Morienn chastised himself.

His consciousness once again returns to the situation and Eve's flawless face, her scent, and her enchanting eyes.

[ What the fuck!] He roared a curse in his mind, swearing what a hopeless bastard he is.

He isn't a thirsty beast, so how could he ever behave like this? In the face of death, he even dared to appreciate the perpetrator? How deplorable of him to act like a closeted lecher, getting the hots for a young girl.

[ Really, unbelievable!] Morienn once again reprimanded himself, pinning his foolish thoughts under "being single for too long" or " result of interacting with a non-target woman after a long time". That's right. He is not a perv. Definitely, not a perv.

[ This girl is poisonous! No wonder she managed to active his non-existent gentle cells.]

His brain activity went wild once more.

Eve is clueless about his irrational judgment of her. Yet, had she known, she'll be proud. Not only was she aiming at El's gentle cells but, thirsts to activate some *cough cough* raunchy cells.

Right now, she is contemplating whether she'd cut off part of Morien's ear. However, that would be too cheap for him. Hence, she decided to do more.

Morienn's brain supplement got ripped off by the excruciating pain in his right ear. He couldn't view what Eve did to him but felt as if his concha was stung by hundreds of bees, wasps, and scorpions all at the same time.

Screaming like a little bitch due to pain would be girly for him, but, God damn, he wanted to squeal like a little girl.

The pain is too freaking much!

[ What did you do?!] He wanted to interrogate the lass.

Eve's orbs were focused on her site of crime but sensed the other's interrogative glare.

She looked at him and smiled devilishly, saying,

" You've been a naughty boy." Her melodious voice reprimanded the tortured man beneath her. Unable to contain the pain any longer, he shut his eyes.

Eve observed the trembling man and fell into meditation.

Technically, for a living relic like her, Morienn, in comparison, is akin to the spermatocyte that has yet to combine with her mother's egg cell.

Once she realized her words, she meditated over them for a second.

[ Boy isn't quite right. He is more of a zygote.] She ridiculously presumed it as a reason for his mischievous personality.

Once again, she stared at Morienn, whose face contorted in agony. Her fingers caressed his bleeding wound, causing his body to become more rigid.

She had used a blade coated in a drug with an effect of hyperesthesia. That's why the sting of incision Morienn felt intensified by a hundredfold. It seems she wasn't swayed by the supplier's sales talk before, as it truly is the elixir of suffering. Good thing she purchased it together with the other medications.

Eve ran her bloodied fingers on Morienn's closed eyes. He seems like savoring the anguish with all his might. Nevertheless, she wants to see them.

Though she had seen misery from Carla's victims, they are caused by him, after all. Inflicting them despair, herself, is different.

Her initial motive of punishing Morienn turned into a different route.