Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 267: I Hope
The Demon punched Rower.
The high Duke flew miles away and everyone else scattered apart from the Demon.
"Do something, Pablo!" The King cried.
’Yes. You are the only one who can fight him.’ Cupid also spoke.
Pablo and the King were side by side and the King pleaded more :
"Why did you make me stamp the papers? What do you want? Just do something."
"Do you remember the time when I said we’ll see who is a bigger scum between us?" Pablo asked.
"Yes. What about it?"
"Well," Pablo smiled. "I won."
"Yes. You won! Now do something!" The King shouted.
Everyone heard his shout, even the people watching their screens.
"Nothing is working against that beast. What can he even do?" Jamal retorted.
All of them were constantly stepping backwards while the Demon stepped closer to them. He wasn’t in a hurry.
"Come on, use your mind. There must be some way!" Boulder asked for help as well.
’I think it’s high time you do something.’ Cupid said the same thing.
Everyone waited for Pablo to reply and he just sighed.
’Not yet.’ He replied but only to Cupid.
’Then when?’ Cupid asked.
’When someone dies.’
’What?’ Cupid exclaimed. ’Millions of soldiers are dead. How many more deaths do you want?’
’A death of someone prominent. Soldiers mean nothing. A high duke should die.’
Pablo revealed his intentions and Cupid went out of words.
She couldn’t comprehend Pablo’s mind and by all means, she found Pablo wrong.
The people watching on the screens waited for the high dukes and Abyssal Butchers to fight back. They didn’t want the Demon as their next King.
Pablo turned his head behind and he saw Quilin lying without his hands and legs.
’Why isn’t he healing himself?’
Quilin wasn’t moving as well.
’Guess he died. Rest in.. fuck it.’
Pablo ignored the young sire. His story was over.
The Demon kept walking towards them at a slow pace and everyone just hoped they wouldn’t get attacked first.
"Which one of you is at the highest rank after the King?" The Demon asked.
"You don’t know that already?" One Abyssal Butcher asked in return.
He shouldn’t have done that though.
WHISH!
THUD!
The Demon vanished from his spot only for a second and appeared in the same spot again.
Nothing changed except that Abyssal Butcher.
He was headless now.
"Dammit! Just stop killing my men." Tank roared.
"Oh? That’s some tone. I should say sorry now."
WHISH!
THUD!
THUD!
The Demon did the same thing as before and the next thing everyone knew was the dropping of heads.
Only Tank was the Abyssal Butcher left alive. The others died.
"If you hadn’t said anything, they would still be alive." The Demon said.
Tank clicked his tongue. He didn’t say anything. He wanted no more deaths.
Everyone watching the screens had nothing to say as well.
For them, Abyssal Butchers were indestructible and yet, three of them withered like nothing.
The Demon destroyed the indestructible.
’What else are you waiting for? Now you can do it. The Abyssal Butchers died.’ Cupid said.
’You can see what is happening here?’ Pablo asked. Cupid should still be in the Forsaken Village.
’I am in the slums with your slaves and ghosts.’ Cupid answered.
’Fair enough. What about Andre?’
’He is still in the village.’
’Looking for Sera?’
’Yes. And stop wasting time. Do something. There is a Demon in front of you!’
’Shut up.’
Pablo ignored the Angel and paid attention to the Demon again.
’Abyssal Butchers aren’t enough. Kill a high duke.’
Pablo wanted one more death.
The death of Abyssal Butchers was shocking for people but for them, high dukes were the real people whom they see everyday.
For the people, high dukes were one of them and their deaths should appear more tragic.
The people should lose hope.
And Pablo would make sure that happens.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fist and spoke :
"Killing these people is nothing. Our high dukes are the main force for you. Kill them if you can."
Pablo mustered a great amount of courage to say that.
The Demon was unpredictable. Pablo could die for speaking out of line. But he took the risk anyway.
"What are you saying? I am useless against him!" Jamal spoke first.
"I like how you are confident in me but I don’t think I stand a chance against him." Boulder said the same thing.
"Detective, you are out of brains now. The people you are standing up for are giving up on their own." The Demon laughed and Pablo decided to take one more risk.
"You can laugh all you want. But as long as a high duke stands people will never lose hope. They believe that you will die by their hands. Even Xavier is enough to kill you."
Pablo said some big words again and he was ready to fight this time. The Demon might get angry at Pablo for saying all that.
"What the hell? Who told you I could kill him? Are you out of your mind?" Xavier went into panic mode. Pablo took his name out of everyone.
"You are a high duke. The personal duke of the King. You are the strongest!" Pablo said or more like he shouted. He shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone watching on the screen should hear it.
And they did.
"Yes! High dukes are strong."
"They can win if they fight together."
"Even one is enough. They protect our King after all."
"They can kill the Demon!"
"Go!"
Pablo’s words worked as everyone found a new hope.
They believed high dukes would kill the Demon, they really believed.
Pablo and the others couldn’t hear their cheers but someone could hear them full well. That ’someone’ being…
The Demon.
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"Shut Up!"
The Demon roared.
Pablo inwardly smiled.
He looked at Xavier.
’You will die now.’
Pablo knew the next outcome.
The Demon looked at the four high dukes, Rower had also arrived after getting punched by the Demon a few moments before.
The Demon had lost his smile and his eyes fell on Xavier.
Xavier saw those eyes and before he could do something, the Demon was already in front of the high duke.
"Fcuk." Xavier could only say that but he gave a side eye to Pablo. "I hope you die."
Pablo nodded.
"Many people hope that."
Xavier scoffed and the Demon placed his big hand on Xavier’s head.
Then with no last words, the Being punctured Xavier’s head.
PLUCK!
Blood spread out and with less than no effort….
A High Duke died.
