Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Malvador had presented the Elves.

Now all three races of Seraphim were present in the Crucible and they met at the War of all things.

Now that the Elves were here and Malvador had a fighting chance, Pablo asked the Vampire to might as well strike when the iron is hot. Meaning, to show the surprise he was waiting to show for all this while.

Malvador said that he was already going to do that and from the soldiers of the Elves, an elderly elf with long hair stepped forward.

He had no weapons on him and he had no armor. He wore a white robe.

Malvador was standing with his arms spread and the robed Elf started muttering something under his breath.

Pablo paid attention to the words but the elf muttered so low that even Pablo's ears couldn't make out any meaning out of them. Though, he did get to know that the elf was speaking in his native language.

And seeing the elves, Pablo remembered that he had something like that with him too.

"Hena. Where are you?"

"Inside Draxus."

Pablo arched a brow. "Inside him? I thought you were a girl."

Laughter rippled through nearby soldiers. Hena's face flushed crimson, but fear quickly smothered her embarrassment. Her body shook as she stared at her kin, blades raised against her Master.

"I am inside his shadow, I mean." She said.

"What are the chances that if I present you to them they will not fight?"

"Zero. They don't even know me. I am not royal. I can't fight. There is no reason they will give up Forza for a girl like me."

"What if I told them that you are an Elf?"

"She is an Elf!?" Draxus exclaimed.

"I am not!" Hena denied right away.

Pablo sighed. "There is no reason to hide it anymore, Hena. We are already at the end. No one cares about your identity."

"She is really an Elf?!" Draxus exclaimed.

Pablo looked at him. "What is wrong with you? You look like she has claws. Shut up. Only you are giving a fuck here."

"I don't think that's true, Czar."

"Oh yeah?" Pablo turned to Harlia. "Hey Admiral, the beautiful girl I have under me is an Elf. Can you believe it?"

"Tell her to eat shit for all I care."

Harlia's eyes were only on Malvador. She didn't even look at Pablo.

Pablo shrugged and shifted his eyes at Draxus again.

"Some soldiers might care about it?" The right hand man said.

"There are only a hundred soldiers left and all they care about right now is dying or going home. If they cared, they would have exclaimed like you the moment they heard me talking to Hena through the earpiece."

"Then lady Sera might— never mind." Draxus stopped talking. He wanted to take Sera's name but she was busy fuming at Malvador. In no way she cared about Hena's origins. Hena could be the mother of dragons for all she cared.

Seeing that he was the only one, Draxus stopped caring about that as well.

Also, he wondered why Sera was suddenly angry at Malvador and he asked Pablo with his brows about it.

"It's because Malvador called me alone. She is angry at that. How dare he call me alone when she is by my side. Some shit like that." Pablo answered with complete indifference and Draxus should have known about this. Of course she was angry at Malvador for a simple phrase he said, not because he killed countless of the soldiers.

Draxus shook his head at the favouritism of Sera and Pablo focused back on Hena, the elf girl.

She was Pablo's slave so she couldn't betray him nor could she refuse his order.

"Hena, no one cares. Elf or not. Well, this fool Draxus showed some shock probably because he has some hots for you. But no one else.

They would have been shocked at the start but not anymore. And I am sure the people watching from their homes didn't even bat an eye at this reveal. They just want us to win."

Hena was also taken aback by the lack of reactions and Harlia even said that she could eat shit for all she cared. She kept her secret safe as she believed it would hurt her and indeed, it would have hurt her as well. But that wasn't the time for that.

The soldiers were fighting for eleven hours now without eating, sleeping, resting. An elf girl was the last thing they could care about. They weren't even horny. Heck, Hena felt a little bad for no reactions.

My secret wasn't that meager, you know.

"What do you want me to do, sir? Just like you and others didn't care, those people won't care as well. They might kill me first thinking I betrayed them."

Pablo stayed silent for a while.

The elf was muttering something still and Malvador had his arms spread as if he really was Jesus Christ.

"Come out." Pablo said.

"Okay." Hena had no choice but to agree and Draxus helped her with that.

The next second, Hena was on the field and as Pablo expected, Orolin-the Elf King, instantly found his eyes at Hena.

His brows twitched, he squinted his eyes.

Pablo decided to help the King.

Hena stood on his right side and Pablo raised his hand, bringing it towards Hena's face.

Orolin watched all that and Pablo made the Elf King sure of his claims by using his hand to brush Harlia's hair… behind her ear.

A pointy ear made its appearance and Orolin jerked his eyes at Pablo.

Hena stood with her head hung low, shivering as she feared her identity so much that it wouldn't go away just because no one cared for it.

Pablo watched the elf girl trembling and at that, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"There is nothing to worry about, Hena." He said, his voice deep, serious.

"Death is around us. It will take us anyway. If not today then hundred years later. All of us will die. Humans, Cannibals, Vampires, Dragons, Elves, and believe me, even Gods. So if you are worried about your some puny identity, about your immense beauty, then your worries are unfounded. Everything will go in ashes. You, me, the enemies in front of you. That's why, Hena, right now…"

Pablo squeezed Hena's shoulder and the elf girl finally found the courage to raise her head.

"Burn your cloak and your blood line shall radiate your glory."