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Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

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. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

KhyaaL · Fantasy
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Guardian Angel

Killing my mother was rather easy to do. I have seen many murders around the place where I live and learnt a few things.

One night, when my mother was in her room, I went inside with a knife in my hand.

She was sleeping and I sat on top of her. She felt some weight on her body so she opened her eyes.

But she saw nothing as she was blind but she certainly felt something was wrong.

I had the knife on my hand and well, her reaction was the same as someone whose life was threatened.

She shivered as if she could actually see my face. Why was she scared though? I was freeing her from her suffering. My father won't love her again. That time would never come again. Her love life was over a while back.

I couldn't bear to watch her getting wrecked by my father, I loved her too much. Any parental love I received was from her alone. So it's only natural I would want to help her.