Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 250: My Breath

"The end?" Pablo didn’t get it.

"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.

THUD!

"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.

"Yes. But not literally."

"It is what it is."

Pablo shook his head.

"What is it doing here though?"

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

"I don’t think that’s a good idea." Pablo won’t touch an unknown skeleton. At least, not the one which he couldn’t even see.

"Why not? You can’t see anything and yet you figured out a skeleton fell on you. That’s already great enough."

’Right. I forgot about that.’

If Pablo couldn’t see then how was he able to know a skeleton fell on him?

"I have enough experience. I know a skeleton when I see one or feel one in this case."

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"Right. I believe you." Socrates said, smiling all the way.

"He is smiling." Andrezj told Pablo.

Pablo raised his shoulders. He could do nothing about it.

"I might as well touch it."

Pablo walked forward with his hand stretched out.

Cupid relayed him the distance and he finally reached it.

He brought his hand above the skeleton and placed it on its head.

Socrates stood beside the skeleton doing nothing.

Pablo moved his hand on the skull and at some point…

"Ngh. What is here?"

Pablo retracted his hand from the skeleton.

"You are bleeding. A needle poked your index finger." Andrezj shared.

’What? It went past the Demonite suit?’

"What happened?" Socrates asked.

"Something stabbed my finger. There is something on the top of the skull."

"Let me see." Socrates held Pablo’s right hand.

Pablo frowned.

’How did he figure out which hand had the injury? And how will he even see? Something is not right here.’

Socrates held Pablo’s right hand that had the injury. Pablo didn’t even tell him which one of his hands got hurt.

Nevertheless, Pablo let Socrates hold his hand.

"Do you know whose skeleton it is?" Pablo asked.

Socrates didn’t reply.

Pablo felt Socrates’ finger on the top of his index finger. And…

"Angh. What are you doing?"

Pablo twitched. Socrates pressed his index finger, making more blood come out.

"Just a little more wait." Socrates spoke.

Pablo’s frown deepened. "What is wrong with you? I am leaving. I don’t care anymore."

"Stay still!" Socrates yelled.

And to Pablo’s surprise, Pablo couldn’t move.

The shout of the blind man was filled with authority and most of all, it was filled with terror.

"You should get out of here, Pablo. This man is.." Cupid stopped.

’What? Say it.’ Pablo asked.

"He took one drop of your blood on his fingertip and licked it." Cupid revealed.

Pablo’s brows shot up.

Socrates finally let go of Pablo’s hand.

"What is going on, Socrates? What are you doing?" Pablo asked.

"After a long time. I finally succeeded. I know you will be able to do my job. Thank you."

"What? Why are you talking like that?" Pablo stepped back. He raised his guard.

"You asked me whose skeleton it is, right? Well, I can tell you now."

Pablo stayed silent. Sweat dripped from his face.

Socrates stepped towards Pablo and while doing that, he told him about the skeleton.

"It belongs to the Chief of the village, Socrates."

The next words that Pablo heard made even him shudder.

"The real chief that is."

Pablo’s eyes widened.

"The real chief? Then who are you.."

Socrates reached just in front of Pablo.

He removed his black glasses and Pablo saw two pairs of dark red eyes gawking at him.

"I am the Demon."

BOOM!

An explosion happened.

The house blew up.

Pablo flew back far away.

But he managed to stop close by stabbing his sword on the ground.

He stood up instantly and looked ahead.

His infrared glasses picked heat signs. But the heat signs weren’t normal. The intensity of heat signs showed as if Pablo was looking at a Volcano.

"Ahh. To be free again. After all these years. Bliss."

An unfamiliar voice rang in the village. A Demonic voice, to be precise.

Pablo couldn’t see anything. The mist was still there. He could only see the heat sign.

"Tell me what is happening, Angel." His only option was Cupid now. He asked her.

But… he received no reply.

And the Angel not replying just after all that happened, it couldn’t mean anything good.

"Tch. This is the worst."

Pablo kept his eyes on the tremendous heat sign in front of him but far away. He had no information to deal with what was happening.

"All these years of hard work. I can finally take it all in."

The Demonic voice came again.

"Human," It said and the way it spoke, Pablo knew the Demon knew his exact location. "I told you that this house should have the cure for the mist. And I must tell you, I wasn’t lying."

Pablo was on the receiving end. He had no idea what was going on. He could just see how things would play out.

"Let me show you."

Pablo heard the sound of inhaling air and gradually, he figured what was that for.

The white mist surrounding the Village decreased.

It decreased at a fast pace. It was moving. It was getting sucked inside a certain point.

"Don’t tell me…"

For the first time since coming to the Village, heck for the first time since arriving on Seraphim, Pablo shivered.

"That’s right, Human. What you all called white mist for so long, it was nothing but…"

The Demon also understood Pablo’s shock and for him, the Demon clarified that the white mist was nothing but…

"My Breath."

A Demon’s Breath.