Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Pablo outright said fuck off to Cupid and Nike too, probably?

The angel was talking too much and Pablo had no other phrases to say other than that.

Nike, however, had no idea why Pablo said that.

"Er... sir, I didn't even say anything worthy of such abuse." He said, trying to stay as respectful as possible while also saying he didn't deserve the abuse.

Pablo couldn't tell the slave that he was talking to an Angel whom only he could see so he just shook his head.

"Let it be. I tend to speak for no reason."

Nike smiled. "You don't say anything without a reason, sir."

"Leave some butter for the food tomorrow."

"I wasn't buttering you at all!"

"Forget it. You wanted to know what to say to Sera, right. Don't say anything to her. I will handle it. Now go."

"As you say."

Nike bowed and finally left the room.

Pablo placed the papers beside him and rested his head on the wall behind his bed.

He then held his Receiver, called a number and pressed it against his ear.

In just one ring, the call was picked up and an excited and nervous voice greeted Pablo.

"Dear? You called me?"

Pablo smiled. 'She is acting as if she did nothing. Truly a piece of work.'

This might have work if not for Pablo already dissecting everything Sera did.

"Yes. I called you." He said.

Sera's voice suddenly reached a high pitch. "I thought you called me by mistake. What do you want? I can't speak to you like this. Words fail me whenever I hear your voice, dear."

"I see. Then they will fail you even more when I tell you that I found the paper with your Ego details on it."

Sera went silent.

Pablo laughed. "I know everything you did with Nike. You should thank Nike for taking the full effect of my anger. Otherwise, you wouldn't be hearing me talk like this."

Sera remained silent until—

"Speak!"

"Yes. Yes. I am sorry, dear. Forgive me. I just wanted to stay with you wherever you go. If I would have asked you, I knew you would refuse me. So I used this method. Forgive me. Don't hate me. I won't do anything like this again. Don't hate me. Don't hate me. Don't hat—"

"Calm down."

Sera stopped talking.

Pablo expected such a rant from her so before it could escalate, he stated what he had to say.

"You sent your Ego details to me, thinking I would just skim the pages. You thought I read very fast so I don't pay that much attention. But you should have known, I read fast all the while paying attention at the same time. I am right, right?"

"Yes. I thought exactly that. And after three days, I would have come to you and said I am ready then you would have refused me and then I would have said, I sent you my Ego details, if you had any problems with me joining then you should have said that before. Now I am coming. But this plan didn't come into fruition as I lost in the first step."

Pablo smiled. "Yes. But I didn't call you to scold you or other shit. I called you for something else."

"Oh." Sera spoke and she only said that because the relief she felt after Pablo said that he won't scold her, her words died.

Pablo somewhat knew this was the case so he didn't mind the simple Oh from Sera.

"I called you today to tell you three things." He said.

"Please do."

Pablo didn't wait for a ceremony and said the first thing.

"From now on, whatever you want, if it's regarding me, you will tell me directly. Don't think if I'll say yes or no. If you are going to do something that involves me, then you have to tell me before doing that. If you want to know something, ask me. If you want to kill someone, ask me. Just ask me or tell me. What matters is that I should know. No exceptions. This way, you don't have to go out of your way to hire someone like Nike to be your spy. And this brings us to the second thing I want to tell you."

"I understand. I will ask everything from you now. Everything that I do which is related to you, I will tell you. Now tell me the second thing, dear. I am listening."

Pablo's smile vanished. "The second thing is… If you ever tried to do what you did with Nike, I will kill you. Nike should be your last informer. Don't dare to find someone else to collect information. I won't tolerate this as today was yours and Nike's last warning. Get this shit inside your head. Understand?"

"Yes. Yes. I understand. I-I a-m sorry. Very sorry for doing that. It won't happen again."

Sera stuttered in her words and Pablo liked it. It meant she got that shit inside her head. Assuming her head wasn't filled with shit to begin with.

Nevertheless, Pablo sighed and his smile returned.

"Now the third and last thing. You will like this."

"Tell me." Sera asked, her voice got back its vigor.

Pablo was surprised at how quickly she recovered but he didn't pay it that much mind and shared the good news.

"You are coming with me to Hollow. Welcome aboard."

"What?" Sera exclaimed. "Are you telling the truth? This is not a joke, right?"

"No. It's true. You are coming. Come to ground 2 at five A.M in the morning. That's all."

BEEP!

Pablo didn't wait for more of Sera's exclamations and cut the call.

He stored the Receiver back inside his bracelet and picked up the stack of papers of Ego details again.

He read each of them once more and drifted to sleep after ten minutes.

The next morning.

Everyone was in the Ground 2 once more.

The Eight slaves, the hundred soldiers, Flashy's dad Gerald and Pablo's self-proclaimed wife Seraphina Herald.

Pablo was on the stage and today, he was ready for some action.