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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

"I mean, the end of the house. It's not that big." Socrates clarified what he meant.

They both laughed a little and Pablo stepped forward.

"There is a cupboard on your right." Cupid said.

Pablo heard her and just for the sake of doing something, he opened it.

"Fuck. What was that?" Pablo skiddled back.

As soon as he opened the cupboard, something fell on him.

He instantly asked Cupid about it and she answered him as well.

"It was a skeleton. The regular human type."

"What's a skeleton doing in your house?" Pablo asked the man himself.

"Well, everyone has some skeletons in their closets." Socrates answered.

"Why don't you touch it?" Socrates suggested.

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