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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

Pablo was the kindest person that Jenny met.

The ghost girl requested Pablo to never change and that was the worst thing you could say to someone like Pablo.

Nevertheless, those were Jenny's last words as a ghost as she completely vanished after that.

"Well, she asked me to never change. Guess, I'll stay the killer I am." Pablo jested and rested his head.

"Kids say weird things. Don't mind her alright." Cupid tried to cover up.

Pablo said nothing. He had his eyes closed.

"You were asleep for five days and you are still tired?" Cupid asked.

"I am not tired. I am preparing myself for what's to come."

"Why are you talking with your mouth now? What if the driver heard you? He will call you mad."

"He can't hear me. If he could, he would have said something when I was talking with the ghosts. This carriage is probably sound proof."

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