Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The night had fallen.

Cries had fallen.

Soldiers had fallen.

What remained were the few lucky men with breaths and a heart in their body swinging their weapons like children swinging sticks at a dog.

Their bodies had given up long ago but they weren't dead.

Their hands had bathed in bruises long ago but they weren't dead.

They hoped for death long ago but they weren't dead.

Only one thing mattered for them and they had come too far to give that up.

Victory For Pablo.

From what started with billions of men, was now reduced to some thousands men.

Thousands may sound big or grand but in reality, in the scale of the war, they were just a handful.

The Vampires had become less.

The soldiers of Forza had become less.

And the Cannibals… well..

In some part of the Crucible.

One man stood in front of a man on his back lying on the ashes.

The lying man stared at the black sword pointed towards him by the standing man covered in blood from head to toe.

The lying man could swear that the blood on the standing man didn't belong to him. Not even one drop of blood belonged to the standing man. All that blood and flesh belonged to his enemies.

But they were just two men. What's so special about them?

Well, the lying man was the last Cannibal alive and the standing man was none other than Pablo Castillo.

The Cannibal trembled under the sword, Colt, as Pablo peered deep inside his fearful eyes.

The Cannibal had lost all four of his limbs and he was now at the mercy of Pablo. Like everyone else who ever arrived on his wrong side.

The Cannibal drew heavy breaths and Pablo remained stern with nothing on his face but blood. The ashes hugged his black armor, his face, his hairs. He walked with the remains of the dead.

"Kill me and be done with it, Human." The Cannibal said.

"You are a human too." Pablo replied.

The Cannibal laughed. "Are we?"

"No?"

"Since when did you people think of us as humans?"

"You eat others, Cannibal. How do you think you will be treated after doing such a thing?"

The Cannibal laughed more, shaking his head. "You have not known true hunger, Human. When your stomach sucks all the oxygen from your body, when it hugs your back because it has nothing else to eat. What would you have done if you ever suffered such things?"

The Cannibal leaned his head at Pablo.

"You will eat your people too."

"Your ancestors were the ones who did that." Pablo said. "All of you were part of Forza but when the kingdom suffered starvation, your fathers couldn't hold back and ate the people. Everything went to hell and when everything settled down, all of you were sent to a wasteland for the crime your kind did."

"Since when did hunger become a crime, your grace?"

"Since you started eating your loved ones."

"We were hungry! We deserved forgiveness for what we did out of the needs for our body!"

"By not killing you and sending you to another place was the forgiveness you got."

"You sent us to a land where nothing grows. Where there is nothing but sand and rocks. You all send us to a Hollow land! What worse could death have been from that place?!"

"You are going to die today. Ask the old kings why they did what they did."

"All of us came to the war because of this very reason. If we had won, our lives would have been better. If we had lost, our lives would have ended which was also better. In both cases, Human. We were winning."

Pablo gave a slight nod. "Are there any other Cannibals left in the Hollow?"

"No. All of them are dead. We have brought our whole race here. Either to live with comfort for the rest of our lives or to die with misery. I am the last of the Cannibals, Human. Kill me and you shall become the man to eradicate a race. What a great honor you would receive after wiping out a race. You shall be called a hero. A hero who killed an already dying species. Ain't that great for you?"

"I want no honor like that. Killing you lot will put the minds of everyone else at rest. And just because you say you brought every one here, doesn't mean I will believe it. I will make sure to check Hollow and confirm if your race truly ended or not. Even if I found a newborn sucking milk from its mother's tits…"

Pablo leaned forward at the Cannibal.

"I will kill them both."

The Cannibal laughed and laid on the ground. Helpless.

Pablo spared no further words from the man and shoved Colt right inside the chest of the Cannibal.

The Marshal watched the Cannibal take his last breath and when his heartbeat finally stopped, Pablo took out Colt.

And with that, he relayed it right away to the still-alive soldiers of the Forza.

"The Cannibals are dead! Down to their very last breed!"

"Yeahhhhh!!"

"Killllll!!"

Everyone rejoiced after that and the people watching on the screens cheered for Pablo.

One of the two armies was dead completely.

Pablo had almost won the War. The Forza kingdom was almost the victor now.

All that remained between their true victory were the Vampires and their King Malvador Nocturne.

Pablo didn't let the soldiers rejoice for too long as he told them the War wasn't over yet.

Pablo wiped his face, removing the blood away and looked around.

It was finally time to go at it.

He found what he was looking for and he began marching towards that without a second thought.

It was finally time for the curtains to fall.

It was finally time for the people to see the limits of Pablo Castillo.

It was finally time for the fight that would shape the future of Seraphim.

It was finally time for…

Pablo Castillo Vs Malvador Nocturne.