Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The eight slaves and Pablo shared a group hug in the middle of the stage.

The atmosphere was serene. There were smiles all around. There was happiness.

That's why… all of this doesn't seem right at all.

Cupid was out of her wits, her brows twitched constantly as she tried to make sense of what she witnessed and what she was witnessing.

She saw Pablo smiling. Okay.

She saw Pablo laughing. Cool.

She saw Pablo talking nicely. Acceptable.

She saw Pablo spreading his arms for a group hug? Horrendous.

Out of all things she could expect from Pablo, this wasn't what she had in mind in any universe.

She knew she wasn't the sharpest of the Angels but she tried to make sense of some things.

Pablo decided to send all the soldiers away before talking with the slaves.

He talked about their appearance. He said they should be good, especially the girls

If Pablo had nothing in mind, then why did he do all those things?

He could have talked with the slaves in front of the soldiers, right? If he was afraid that the soldiers would get to know that he has slaves, then he could have talked to the slaves like they were his normal friends. So why?

'Your brain would smoke if you think that much, angel.'

Cupid's brows shot up.

"How did you know I was thinking something?"

Pablo smiled. 'You are staring at me while making all sorts of expressions. And I just said in a guess but now you confirmed it yourself that you were thinking.'

Cupid clenched her fists. "I-I… don't lie. I am not a schemer like you."

'So you think I am scheming something regarding these eight children?'

"Wha—how did you get to know that now?"

'You called me a schemer. Not a liar, not evil, not a criminal. A schemer. That must be the word roaming around in your mind so you used it.'

Cupid gave up. She waved her hands in loss.

"Yes. I was thinking exactly that. And you can't blame me. Someone who kills people just because they called him their son in passing would never ask for a group hug. Hell, you never even hug Flashy or Draxus or Sera. And now you suddenly gave a hug to the eight slaves whom you hadn't even been with for a long enough time. What kind of idea is this?"

Pablo sighed.

He looked at the angel floating in front of him and smiled. The same smile he gave to the slaves.

Cupid didn't know what Pablo would say but it looked like he would explain his plan to her and she was ready to hear it.

"Give it to me." She said and Pablo said it:

'I don't give a fcuk about what you think.'

Cupid smacked her forehead.

Pablo was still Pablo.

She was foolish enough to believe Pablo would answer her just because she asked. He doesn't work like that and respect was never in his dictionary.

"Sure." She gave up again.

Pablo chuckled and focused back on the slaves.

They all were cuddled with each other and Pablo's hands couldn't cover the eight slaves in a hug but the slaves had adjusted themselves.

Pablo stared at the slaves and their peaceful smile. Their smiles captured Pablo's attention. The slaves were smiling because they were in his embrace. They were happy in his presence and attention.

Pablo couldn't comprehend their emotions and nor could he comprehend his.

"What is this softness I am feeling?" He asked.

Cupid smiled. The kind of smile, kind angels give. "This is comfort, Pablo. This is what warm hugs feel like."

"Um… Those are my breasts, sir."

Cupid smacked her forehead.

A laugh escaped Pablo's mouth.

Cupid acted all angelic when the softness he felt was simply because of Melon's Melons.

"Thank you, sir." Melon said, suddenly.

Pablo frowned.

"Why the thank you?" He asked.

Then, like the good little Angel, Cupid smiled and explained. "She said it on behalf of all the slaves who found their home with you, Pablo. They feel grateful to you."

"Um… for calling my breasts soft."

Cupid smacked her forehead again.

"What is wrong with this girl? She is just fifteen." The Angel screamed.

Pablo laughed again as the Angel suffered emotional damage once more.

But surely, Melon was something.

"That's no reason to say thanks for. I just stated a fact. They aren't soft because of me." Pablo said and instantly realized.

'What the fcuk am I doing? She is just fifteen. Don't talk about boobs with her, Pablo. You are not like that.'

He shook his head but Cupid stared at him in ridicule, her lips twitching.

'What?' Pablo asked.

"You killed an eight year old girl by snapping her neck just when you arrived in this world. You killed so many innocent people held hostages by the Demon, including the new born kids. Then, remember Flora? You killed her child who wasn't even born yet. And you are stopping yourself from talking about the breasts of a girl?"

Cupid dropped some heavy questions and at that, Pablo nodded.

'Thanks for the recap. Make sure to keep count of my kills. That's the only body count I care about.'

Cupid's mouth went agape and before she could retort, Pablo already ignored her.

After Melon talked about breasts, it turned out someone didn't like it.

"Having big breasts is nothing. Your face should be nice too. Which I have."

Lashes politely lashed out on Melon.

The prettiest girl of the lot—Lashes, was jealous of Melon.

Then-

"A pretty face means nothing when you don't have any adequate manners. Don't be proud." Snow, another girl, rained on Lashes.

Before Pablo could calm the situation…

"Manners mean nothing if you don't have the brains to do them properly." Ebony, the last girl, didn't back out from this weird competition as well.

'Alright. What the hell is going on here?' Pablo had no understanding of the matter.

Yes, he knew the girls were jealous of some things and they were competing as well. But why?

"They are probably doing this to make you like them more. You saved their life after all. They are girls, and you are a handsome, successful, strong, rich man. So of course, a heart is a heart."

Pablo's eyes widened. 'But they are just fifteen. I can't do it. I can't become the very things I killed.'

"Your wish." Cupid shrugged. "I just said what I felt. I could be wrong. But for someone like you, you sure are righteous about the age gaps."

Pablo took a deep breath, and seeing the slaves…

He was already tired.