Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Below Pablo's and everyone's feet, they saw red symbols.

And these weren't restricted to only for Pablo's side, the elven army also had the same thing beneath their feet.

These symbols were on the whole Crucible and when Pablo paid attention, everything was connected.

These symbols weren't separate. They were part of one thing. One circle. All of them were part of one ritual.

It needed no detective to figure out that the whole Crucible was now undergoing a ritual, and the only question remained was what this ritual was about?

"Pablo… this… this…" An afraid voice kicked in.

Pablo looked there, in the empty air behind Sera.

It was Andrezj who had said that and if the male angel spoke something, that Pablo's worries might be right and true.

Andrezj wasn't visible to Pablo but he could hear the angel's voice.

"You also know about this, Cupid?" Andrezj asked.

"Yes. And if you are saying this then I am right as well." Cupid replied, her face had lost all its colors as her voice came out hoarse as if her throat had gone parched.

Now Pablo was certain that his thoughts were true.

"Be aware, Pablo. This ritual is to summ—"

'I know. This is for summoning. I had expected this the moment Malvador mentioned surprise.'

Andrezj frowned. "How can you possibly expect this? You know nothing about it."

'I just did two plus two. The history of this place told everything there was to know about this development.'

Andrezj's frown deepened. He looked at Cupid but the female angel was in no position to speak. Her heart threatened to stop as if it was gripped by all the horrors of the world.

The male angel let the girl be and decided to take matters in his own hands.

First, he made himself appear before Pablo but Pablo paid no mind and tried to decipher the symbols.

"What do you think is happening, Pablo?" Andrezj asked.

Pablo stared at a certain spot, thinking he had spotted a goat. 'Someone is coming. That's what's happening.'

"Yes. And who is coming?"

Pablo averted his eyes from the goat as it wasn't a goat at all. It was something else that he didn't know and looked at Andrezj.

'The dead Dragon king, El'Dorado is coming.'

Pablo stared at the male angel with stern eyes and Andrezj stared back.

Both of them remained locked in a gaze as only the mutterings of Elf in robe resounded.

The Angel and the man remained serious and Pablo was ready to face his strongest opponent. But…

"The hell? Why would that dead dragon come? What are you talking about?"

Pablo frowned.

Andrezj sighed. "And here I thought you really knew. Talk about suspense."

Pablo's heart loosened up a little at Andrezj's words but it soon tightened again. Because if it wasn't the Dragon King, then who else?

He gulped as his dread filled eyes remained at Andrezj.

The male Angel knew what Pablo wanted to know and as his answer, Andrezj only said:

"Prepare for the worst."

Pablo inhaled air till his lungs filled as now he had no idea what was coming.

He opened his ears and eyes to the highest extent he could manage and he also relayed the same words to his soldiers.

"Prepare for the worst."

The soldiers thumped their weapons and now all eyes stayed on the hovering Malvador.

The ritual was red and if not for the danger, Pablo believed the drawing and painting would have won millions if it were posted in a gallery.

The elf in the robe was now shouting and howling in a language no one understood apart from the speaker and the two Angels on the field.

And then a time came where it reached the highest and Malvador's whole body flinched.

His mouth opened and closed, his stomach made noises and Pablo also noticed the dead bodies acting strange as they were being engulfed by the red light coming out of the Crucible and the symbols of the rituals.

Malvador made guttural sounds as if something was trying to break free out of his body from his mouth.

The soldiers wrinkled their noses as Malvador held back his mouth to not open. But Pablo believed the Vampire king would surely open his mouth, he was just waiting for the robed Ef's command.

And as he expected, the robed Elf shouted the loudest and the next second, Malvador finally opened his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth…

THUP!

THUP!

THUP!

The soldiers present there and some Elves too, all of them were forced to pinch their noses.

The soldiers of Forza saw something they had never expected to see. From Malvador's mouth something came falling down like water from a faucet.

The Vampire King was vomiting something. Right in the middle of the Ashen Crucible, at night, Malvador vomited something blood red and even Pablo was taken aback. There was no one in Seraphim that had made Pablo surprised more than Malvador had done it from time to time.

With continuous THUP~ the things kept falling and the robed Elf carried on shouting and shouting like a madman.

The corpses also began rising in the sky and then falling back on the ground only to be swallowed by the ashes again.

Malvador's eyes remained shut as his body trembled during his excretion from the mouth.

The things coming out his mouth were being swallowed inside the Crucible or the red symbols, Pablo didn't know exactly. He just knew that he couldn't figure out what these things were as they fell too fast and disappeared in the symbols too fast for his eyes to know what the fuck they were!

All the corpses were disappearing from all around the Crucible as the billions of dead bodies were going into nothingness or who knows where.

And as the corpses were disappearing, Jaun Elia and the eight slaves had no safety anymore. They were visible. They had nowhere to hide! But Pablo would do something about them later. His eyes were on Malvador for now.

Malvador's mouth never stopped pouring blood and some lumps of meat type thing from his mouth and Pablo watched all of that with his Colt vibrating harder than usual.

After five minutes, everything slowed down a little and as Malvador's vomit came to an end, Pablo finally made out what the Vampire threw from his mouth. Pablo should have guessed already but he wasn't able to believe it. But now he does.

Malvador Nocturne had vomited nothing but…

The hearts of the soldiers he had devoured since the start of the war or worse… Since the day of his birth.