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Pablo Castillo was the worst, the evilest, the biggest criminal in the whole world. He was the ominous figure known as Criminal X.

It’s a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who utter it. His past, a mysterious enigma, shrouded in darkness, only adds to the legend of the world’s most notorious criminal.

However, Pablo’s reign of heinous crimes comes to an abrupt end when a specially trained military force, an elite group made especially to capture Pablo, finally apprehended him.

The capture of Criminal X sent shockwaves around nations, for this man had defied all laws and moral boundaries. The world watched as he was brought to the highest court to face the consequences of a lifetime of malevolence.

The International Court of Justice, in a bid to administer justice that matches the magnitude of his crimes, bestowed upon him the most excruciating execution ever conceived.

The world erupted in celebration as news of his demise spread like wildfire. An international holiday was declared, a day of liberation from the tyranny of Pablo Castillo. The day was named with triumphant fervor. They all called it—World Independence Day.

Pablo Castillo was a man so evil that even the kindest of Gods couldn’t find pity for him.

But… Some Gods needed that man. That too, Desperately.
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Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

"No way. He said 'just because'? He did all that just because he could?" Cupid's mouth was wide open.

'Yes. He said that. He was a racist and all the bad things one could be. He was all of them. After he said that, I clenched my fists. I clenched them so hard the nails drilled my palm. The man did all this just because he could. I really wanted to make him suffer. I really wanted to hear him say sorry. I really wanted him to apologize to me.

So that's why I stopped talking and just sat there.

Hitler also spoke nothing and the ants did their work. He was naked and the ants went to all the places they could on his body.

I poured one more sack of sugar on his body and I also put salt on him to amplify the pain of the cuts given by the ants. I would destroy all the limits of cruelty if it meant I would get what I want in the end.

Anyway, five days went by and neither Hitler nor I had given up.

Kind Gods