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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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Pretending

The old man on the stage took the name of the person who killed the most in the test.

And that name was Adolf Hustler.

'Did I hear that right?'

The name caught Pablo off guard. He looked at Cupid. 'Did you know about this?'

"No. And also, it's just a name. The person you are thinking about didn't get reincarnated or anything." Cupid was calm.

Pablo said nothing and focused on the old man on the stage.

"Adolf Hustler, come up here." The man called.

Pablo roamed his eyes all around and amidst the huge group of people, a hand was raised.

Pablo focused on the hand as that person walked towards the stage.

The crowd made way for him and in a confident stride, the man came up on the stage.

"Woah."

"How many did he kill?"

"Scary."

Everyone praised the man as just like Pablo, he was also covered with blood from head to toe.