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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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Congratulations

No one asks for permission from things. They just use them.

Things have no conscience. They have no soul. So why bother to ask them for permission? Just use them.

And in Seraphim, there were things, and there were slaves. And they both meant the same.

Slaves were equal to things.

They had a soul and a conscience but they were still things.

And the slaves themselves believed that. They were so used to being treated as things that they had forgotten their own heart.

But when Pablo asked them for their permission to become their master, their heart throbbed again.

They remembered they had a soul as well.

And they remembered that because of Pablo so it was only natural for them to accept Pablo as their master. If not him then no one.

However…

'So choosing the right word worked fine. Glad I asked for their 'permission.'' Pablo knew it all along.