Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

War for Pablo was fun.

He had made it clear many times.

Like people do hiking, trekking, bungee jumping and sex, Pablo gets the same dopamine by killing.

Cupid had no words to spare for that as she knew she wouldn't be heard and Pablo would not just stop killing as he was going to Hollow, the den of the Cannibals where killing was necessary.

Pablo remained seated crosslegged on the stage and watched the soldiers and slaves duking it out with each other.

They were laughing, smiling and cursing their partners but all in all, Pablo noticed that they were having fun and that's all what it matters. Their bond should be strong.

The eight slaves who had yet to get their Egoes were the worst fighters among others and among the eight slaves, Young was the worst fighter.

They had chosen their weapons based on their likes and handling abilities and Pablo was satisfied with their choices too. They had chosen appropriate weapons for themselves.

Nevertheless, they had no experience of using them or fighting so they were doing poorly.

Pablo averted his eyes from them and looked at some other pair.

The silent Cupid saw that and she couldn't hold herself back.

"Will you not give them any pointers? They are clearly not able to fight at all."

Pablo just shook his head and said nothing.

Cupid took it as a no but she couldn't get it. Why would Pablo not teach them? Or were the slaves fighting the way he wanted that's why he sees no problem with that?

She would have asked more if not for Pablo addressing his soldiers again.

"Keep changing partners after every one hour. Keep on doing this till evening without any rest. I am going to lie down on the stage but keep in mind that I can see everything. So behave yourselves."

"YES!"

The soldiers yelled and Pablo straightened his legs.

He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

'Tell me when someone slacks off.' He said.

Cupid sighed. "That's what you mean by you can see everything. You will use me."

'Yes. Now shut up.'

"But I didn't agree to this!"

'If you don't tell me who is slacking then they will die in a fight. You will become a murderer. If that's what you want, stay silent.'

"Anghh. Fine. I'll keep an eye on them." Cupid agreed. As an angel she couldn't become a reason for someone's death.

Pablo figured she would accept so he lied on the stage with a thin smile.

Cupid kept an eye on the soldiers and like that, hours passed.

The partners kept changing, the weapons kept clashing, curses kept ringing, soldiers kept laughing.

Everything fell on Pablo's ears as he only had his eyes closed, he wasn't sleeping.

He had told the soldiers that he could see everything even with his eyes closed and he wanted to see if even after saying that, will the soldiers try to rest or do something that they weren't allowed to. He wanted to see if they would oblige to Pablo even if Pablo wasn't there with them.

And the result? He was satisfied.

No one went against him as everyone only focused on their partners.

Like that, the evening arrived.

Cupid relayed that to Pablo and Pablo instantly sat up-right.

He darted his eyes at his trainees and all of them were panting.

They were on the ground on all fours, their faces facing the sky. Their weapons laid beside them and they were in no position to get up to even see their Marshal.

But Pablo saw something that made him realise that today was a success.

All one hundred and ten people had a wide smile on their face.

They all laughed and mentioned how much fun they had during this training.

And seeing them, Pablo also formed a smile but it soon disappeared the moment his eyes fell on the laughing eight slaves.

He shook his head and then clapped his hands.

Everyone stopped laughing and listened to their Marshal. But no one stood up. They were in no position to stand up after fighting continuously for thirteen hours. They had started at five a.m and now it was six p.m. So Pablo also let them be.

"I am going back to my room. When you are all in the position to move, go back. Or you can also spend the night here because, well, you all are needed to come tomorrow at the same time. At five a.m. Make sure you are all in your best condition as you would need it. Good night."

Pablo didn't wait for the soldiers to react and jumped straight towards the exit of the ground 2.

Without looking back, he crossed the gate and left the soldiers on their own.

"Marshal sure is serious for this mission." One soldier said, he was the last partner of Flashy before the training ended.

"He is always serious." Flashy remarked. "He doesn't know anything about fun."

Draxus smiled. "Oh. Czar, you came back!"

"Fun is for the weak! Our Marshal is the strongest in the world! My boss is the best!"

Flashy changed his thoughts faster than the path of a miss-guided missile and he was only met with the roaring laughter of Draxus and the other soldiers.

Even Sera laughed out loud this time.

"He didn't come back, you idiot. If you are that afraid of him then don't say bad things about him too." Draxus said, laughing more.

Flashy gritted his teeth. He wanted to retort but the shock from before had snatched away his remaining strength. He really believed Pablo had come back and heard him saying all that. Basically, his nuts came to his mouth.

Nevertheless, he felt relieved that Draxus was just joking and to his surprise, he didn't feel all that bad at Draxus for joking like that. In fact, he kinda had a smile on his face.

May be Draxus could be his frien—

"Hey, don't make fun of my son so much!" Gerald shouted.

"Yeah," Draxus affirmed. "But I am also his father so I can do it."

A vein popped on Flashy's forehead.

"Draxus," he said. "You really are a friend."

"Oh. Thank yo—"

"Without the fucking R in it!"