Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Hena was an elf.

She was the most beautiful slave of Pablo. And now that they were at war, she turned out to be the most beautiful girl on the battlefield as well.

And this beauty of hers was her problem as all kinds of men used to flock towards her.

Right now, whichever soldier saw her, he tried to go near her.

One even tried to blackmail her saying he was going to die and his last wish was to have sex with her.

Hena refused the man of course but there were some soldiers who didn't ask, they just did.

Be it the Cannibals or the Vampires, all of them jumped at her with the intention of having sex with her.

"Men only want one thing and it's disgusting." She said.

"Then wash it." Draxus replied.

The soldiers laughed and Hena was left fuming.

She didn't have an Angel like Sera who would do her bidding, but she had her Ego and she knew how to use it.

'No enemy shall touch me.'

'No enemy shall touch me.'

'No enemy shall touch me.'

She constantly repeated that one simple phrase inside her mind and by now, she was proficient in making things happen.

She knew how to use her Ego full well now and it was working as well.

No enemy was able to touch her.

Cannibals and Vampires launched themselves at her but no one was able to touch her. Either a sword would get them or some other soldier would kill them. She had turned her words into reality and with no pause, she kept chanting it.

Also, chanting wasn't the only thing she was doing. At times, she would use her sword to kill some Cannibals and Vampires. But she only killed those whom she was sure wouldn't be able to attack her. Soldiers like who lost their legs just because they tried to touch her, or soldiers who lost their eyes.

Normal people would call it coincidence but the universe was making it happen for her. No enemy shall touch her, she kept saying and the universe let her have it.

However, she was afraid that her stamina would run out as her Ego cost a lot of her stamina to keep working. She only hoped that she would find something by that time when her stamina would give up.

She also wondered what Pablo would be doing right now but her thoughts were cut short as a saliva dripping cannibal came in front of her.

She continued her chants with full focus and it worked.

The cannibal in front of her got swallowed by the ground itself.

She stared at that spot for a while and she saw nothing but a shadow there.

After a second, the corpse of the Cannibal came out of the very same shadow.

She finally understood what happened. That wasn't a normal shadow. It was a shadow controlled by Draxus. Draxus had come and saved her.

"Why don't you just chant 'kill all the enemies of the Forza kingdom present here' It would lessen our work?" Draxus spoke as he came out of the shadow.

Hena looked at the man in front of her and sighed. "I don't have that kind of stamina to do that. I can barely take care of myself."

"Fair enough. Stay safe then." Draxus bid his goodbye and went inside his shadow again.

The shadow began moving and watching the moving shadow, a switch flipped inside Hena's mind.

"Wait. Draxus." She called.

Draxus' shadow stopped.

"Yeah?" He asked, moving his shadow back towards the elf.

He came out of it and gestured with his brows asking what was up?

Hena cleared her throat. "My stamina will end after a few more minutes. I wouldn't be able to take even one further step. Will you let me rest in your shadow? That would be the best way to stay safe and rest at the same time."

Draxus smiled. "But I thought you didn't want me to show my face to you again."

When Pablo had organised the last day of training with the Criminals, Pablo had sent Draxus near Hena to make her trip and fall.

Hena obviously didn't like that so she had lashed out on him saying don't ever show me your face again. I won't talk to you again!

But here she was, not only was she talking with Draxus, she wanted refuge inside his shadow as well.

And since Draxus was a loyal man, he talked to Pablo.

"You heard her, Czar? What should I do?"

"Do whatever you want. This doesn't concern the war. I have no right over your personal choices. I am not your master, Draxus. Just make sure she doesn't become a burden to you. I don't want you useless."

Draxus smiled. "So be it."

He stopped talking and focused on Hena.

"You heard him. The decision lies to me now."

"Yes. And I am sorry for saying all that to you. But you tripped me during a fight. I could have died."

"Yeah. Yeah. Let's talk business then. If I store you inside my shadow what would I get?" Draxus asked, smiling.

Hena frowned. "I can't give you anything. You'll have my gratitude."

"I don't give a fcuk about your gratitude. Give me something else."

Hena gulped. "What do you want?"

Draxus grinned. "Your body."

Hena's eyes widened.

"How dare you!? I will complain about you from your Cz—"

"Calm down, Hena. He is only kidding." Pablo's voice fell on Hena's ear and she saw Draxus slapping his knees.

"Why did you do that, Czar? There is already less entertainment here."

"You were scaring the girl, bastard. She almost took you for a rapist."

Draxus sighed. "I guess. Sorry for that, Hena."

He bowed a little and Hena felt the relief of a hundred women in a second.

"You were really joking, right?" She asked, her eyes squinted.

Draxus laughed.

"Of course I was kidding. If I really meant what I said, the Czar would kill me. He had already told all the soldiers to stay away from you girls. And for sure, I am willing to stay virgin forever…"

He shook his head with a shiver as he continued saying.

"But I don't want the death Czar will give me if I go against his order."