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Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Pablo Castillo was the worst, the evilest, the biggest criminal in the whole world. He was the ominous figure known as Criminal X. It’s a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who utter it. His past, a mysterious enigma, shrouded in darkness, only adds to the legend of the world’s most notorious criminal. However, Pablo’s reign of heinous crimes comes to an abrupt end when a specially trained military force, an elite group made especially to capture Pablo, finally apprehended him. The capture of Criminal X sent shockwaves around nations, for this man had defied all laws and moral boundaries. The world watched as he was brought to the highest court to face the consequences of a lifetime of malevolence. The International Court of Justice, in a bid to administer justice that matches the magnitude of his crimes, bestowed upon him the most excruciating execution ever conceived. The world erupted in celebration as news of his demise spread like wildfire. An international holiday was declared, a day of liberation from the tyranny of Pablo Castillo. The day was named with triumphant fervor. They all called it—World Independence Day. Pablo Castillo was a man so evil that even the kindest of Gods couldn’t find pity for him. But… Some Gods needed that man. That too, Desperately. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

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Homecoming

A son is a love letter that a father writes to his heart.

It is the greatest legacy a father can leave behind.

So, for the father, losing his son means losing his legacy.

One such father was Socrates.

He lost his legacy and he revealed that to Pablo and the ten slaves.

"Sorry to hear that, Chief." Nike said.

"Where's your wife?" Pablo asked about something else entirely.

"She has been dead for years now. I only had my son and he too went away." Socrates was smiling but that smile had buried sadness underneath.

"How many days has it been since his death?" Pablo asked another question. He was interrogating the old man.

"Two months. Just after a few days of coming here he ventured inside the house."

"I see." Pablo put his hand on Socrates' shoulder. "We have to keep moving no matter what comes in our way. You have gone on for two months, you will go on for more."