Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

All the Cannibals were dead.

Only some Vampires and some Humans were left on the Crucible now.

And humans were winning.

Their Commander Pablo had given them courage after slaying so many enemies. Also, they could smell victory after the death of the Cannibals. Just a little more and they can return home.

Of course, it won't be that easy. The little more that was left was no one but Malvador Nocturne.

By now, everyone knew…

As long as Malvador was alive, they hadn't won the war.

But they also knew…

As long as Pablo was alive, they hadn't lost the war either.

There was also Admiral Harlia.

After her failed fight with Malvador, she was enraged and in her rage, she had killed half of the Vampires herself. She would kill anything that had red eyes. Pablo stayed away from her because of that. He wouldn't like Harlia's blood in his hands.

She hadn't used her Ego in full power after that time and so did Pablo. They were both saving it.

Pablo also hadn't used the Special Skills as he would save them if something unexpected happened.

Meanwhile Malvador, the Vampire King was still killing Forza Kingdom soldiers and eating their hearts.

The amount of soldiers he killed were more than the amount of soldiers his whole army killed.

The only reason Forza Kingdom soldiers kept falling was because of this man. Otherwise, Pablo would still have some fire power with him.

But it seemed, Malvador's killing spree was about to be over as Pablo was finally walking towards him.

However, someone saw Pablo walking and left all their work.

The person then landed in front of Pablo and Pablo rolled his eyes.

"What is it, Admiral? It better be good. I don't like jokes at night." Pablo said as the person who landed in front of him was none other than Harlia.

"I shall have him first." Harlia said. She saw Pablo going towards Malvador and she wouldn't allow it. She deserved the first fight with him, according to her at least.

"I can see in the dark. He can see in the dark. You can't. You are nowhere near the senses of a Vampire." Pablo said.

He made a fair point. With the night, the darkness had fallen and soldiers could barely see anything. They were swinging their swords just on intuition and sounds. The Vampires were fine though. It was good that Harlia killed most of them during light as they would have posed problems if a large number of them managed to make it into the light.

But like the Vampires, Pablo could also see full well. He had drank the blood of Monica, a royal vampire he had captured during his journey in the Forsaken Village that had given him the senses of Vampires but he remained human in all the other ways. An enigma of some sort.

Nevertheless, no matter how right Pablo was, the great Admiral Harlia wouldn't listen.

"I don't give a fuck about night, Pablo. You can't have him before me." She remained stern, covered in blood equally like Pablo.

"Are you afraid that if I fight him before you, I will kill him?" Pablo asked. Then, added: "Are you implying that I can do what you weren't able to do even after you got a chance to fight him?"

Harlia clenched her fist. "Yes. I wasn't able to kill him. But I am not afraid of you killing him, Pablo. I just want to make him feel pain. If I die by his hands doing that, I will be glad. I just don't want to fight him after you as he would be tired, hurt, injured and there will be no glory even if I killed him."

Harlia said her point and after hearing that, Pablo quivered his brows. His hands trembled.

"You are doing this for glory? Are you fucking kidding me? You want glory?"

"The man who killed the Vampire king who ruled for centuries, if I kill him then glory shall come to me on its own."

"Then you are surely not ready to fight him, Admiral. You already lost."

Harlia gritted her teeth. "What are you implying? Do you not want glory? Do you not want to win this war? Does he not want to take our Kingdom and be revered as the strongest Vampire of all time?"

Pablo stabbed Colt in the ground and glared at Harlia.

"Listen here, woman. I have been enduring you since the moment I became a Marshal. You are too filled with pride. You think you know everything. You think everyone fears you. You think you are obeyed by everyone in the Forza Kingdom. But hear this…"

Pablo peered in her eyes.

"I don't give a flying, sleeping, crawling, dead fuck to you."

Harlia's brows shot up.

The soldiers hearing Pablo went silent as all their eyes turned there.

The people watching from their homes glued to the screen, their faces dripping with horror.

Pablo humiliated the strongest person of the Kingdom and now God knows what would become of him.

But like Pablo said, he didn't give a fuck so he carried on.

"I am not killing these people for glory. I like murder. I like butchering people. I don't have a heart, especially since the past ten hours this slaughter house opened in the Crucible. And get this shit deep inside your ego filled mind— Malvador wants no glory as well. He wants only me. I have seen it in his eyes. He doesn't care if he lost this war, he only wants to kill me. For me, his death is his trophy.

I am only killing soldiers and if I happen to win the war that's just the plus side of this. Make no mistake, Admiral. I am no Marshal of this kingdom. I am simply a Criminal who became the ruler of a squad of Abyssal Butchers division. And make no mistake for Malvador as well. Because I can swear from all my life and all the lives I have taken…"

Pablo took out Colt from the ground and it shone with black luster like none had ever seen.

"Malvador is another Pablo Castillo."