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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

KhyaaL · Fantasia
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Pablo said the reason for the white mist was none other than the King himself.

After saying that, Pablo clenched his fists. He was ready for landing blows if it came to that.

'Don't be angry, king. I will take Draxus' revenge myself.'

Pablo made a little distance with the King and the King had his head low. He was looking down.

"You are right." The King spoke.

"Hmm?" Pablo asked again.

The King looked up.

"The mist really took place because of me." He said again.

Pablo sighed in relief.

'At least he is cool headed. No wonder he was chosen as the King instead of Draxus' father.'

"You know what I am talking about, my lord?" Pablo asked.

"You are talking about the incident from five years ago, right?"

"Yes."

"I knew it. That decision was bad."

"No. The decision wasn't bad, my lord. The consequence was bad." Pablo corrected.

"Don't flatter me, Pablo. I know what I did to the slum."