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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

Andrezj was just in front of Cupid's face and the female Angel was terrified.

Pablo couldn't hear Andrezj so he didn't know what was going on.

Sera could hear Andrezj but she was entirely focused on Pablo so she didn't pay attention to the male Angel.

Cupid shivered by the intense gaze of the strongest Angel and with nothing else to do, she asked for help.

'He is asking how do you have two Egoes?'

'Doesn't he know why I have that?'

'No. He asked the Gods and the Gods refused to tell him.'

'I see. And since the Gods don't want him to know about me you also don't want to tell him. You don't want to anger the Gods.'

'Yes. But he is pestering me. He is shooting me a glare. What should I do? I can't tell him about you.'

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