Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 254: Compassionate

Pablo finally saw what he was looking for, for all this time.

But at what cost?

The two Angels were on the hold of the demon.

He held them both by the neck.

"Angel!" Pablo shouted, his eyes on Cupid.

Cupid squirmed.

’She is alive at least. Talk to me. Can’t you hear me?’

Pablo tried to talk through his mind but he received no reply.

He jerked his head at Andrezj and he was no better than Cupid.

’Wasn’t he the strongest Angel? What happened to that?’

Both Angels were bleeding and both of them had their eyes closed. They were at the mercy of the Demon.

"How are you able to touch them?" Pablo asked.

"I am at my best, Human. I can even touch Gods if they were here."

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"Why are you holding them?"

"Stay quiet."

Pablo clenched his jaw. He obliged but he sure wasn’t liking his current position.

"Let me explain a few more things. Stay silent till then."

Pablo said nothing.

"The male Angel here is the Guardian Angel of that girl. That assistant of yours. And this female Angel, she is your guardian Angel. Right?"

’So he doesn’t know all about me.’

"Yes. You are right. She is my guardian angel." Pablo lied.

"Exactly. So I thought, a person who has a guardian Angel with him, shouldn’t be weak. That’s why I decided to drink your blood. And about that girl, she also has a guardian angel but she wasn’t all that remarkable. You were the best blood for me.

The day when you sent the girl inside the mist to test your suit, I sensed this male Angel with her and then when you came to the slums and showed that bottle filled with mist, I was certain that you two were indeed special.

Then when you entered the mist for the first time, I sensed this girl Angel of yours and seeing how strong you were, it was only you who deserved to be used by me. Congratulations."

"Can I ask something?" Pablo asked for permission. He couldn’t remember the last time he did such a thing.

"Where is the magic word?" The Demon replied.

Pablo gulped down his anger. "Please."

The Demon smiled. "Now ask."

"After the mist, I mean, after your breath covered this entire village, you, along with other villagers left this place. You acted just like the chief of the Village. You made everyone believe that nothing changed.

And after leaving this village, you went to the Hermit slums. But you were summoned in the Hermit slums. Demons can’t go to the place they were summoned from. So how did you manage to stay for so long in that slum?"

"Heh. Tell me this, Human," The Demon leaned forward.

"Who was the person who told you that Demons can’t go back to the place they were summoned from?"

The Demon stared at Pablo with a smile.

And when Pablo figured out the meaning behind the Demon’s word, his brows shot up.

"It was you."

The Demon laughed. "Yes. It was me. While I was Socrates. I planted this thought inside your head. I had a feeling you might suspect me so I told you that Demons can’t go back to the place they were summoned from without finishing their work. And since you had no way to confirm this claim of mine, you brought it."

Socrates, who was the Demon, had told Pablo that Demons can’t go back to the place they were summoned from.

And in this case, that place was Hermit Slums.

Pablo had accepted this claim as Cupid and Andrezj didn’t refute it.

So, because of believing this claim Pablo figured that Socrates couldn’t be the demon as he was staying in the Hermit slums.

And now it turned out, it was just a lie. There was no truth in that claim.

"Demons can go anywhere they want, Human. Though, they can’t return to their realm before finishing the work they were called here for."

"Will you kill them?" Pablo asked, gesturing with his eyes at the two Angels.

"I might. Since I am already holding them like this."

"Let them go. They have nothing to do with this."

"Hmm? Are you ordering me?"

Pablo dropped his head down.

"No. I won’t dare. I am just pleading to let those Angels go."

"So you are a compassionate type. I see. Fine."

THUD!

The Demon threw both Angels to his either side and Pablo sighed.

’I don’t want them dying on me. They are the ones who will tell me how to kill this thing.’

Pablo wasn’t a compassionate type at all.

Dealing with a Demon was new for him, he needed some kind of ancient support like the Angels.

Pablo raised his head again and again; he only looked at the Demon’s chest.

"Can I ask one more question?"

"Bark."

Pablo didn’t like the bark word but he endured.

"When did you place a needle on the top of the skull of Socrates?"

"When you were surrounded by Cannibals. I saw my chance, went to the house, and it was not a needle, it was my fingernail, I placed it on the top of the skull and came back to fight with you all."

"So you already planned to take me to the house and made me prick my finger."

"Yes. The moment I entered the village, I was looking for a chance. I needed your blood without making you suspect me."

"That’s all."

Pablo had no questions. He didn’t want to try his luck anymore. The Demon might get irritated and kill him.

Talking about luck, Pablo remembered a person.

’Wait a little more, Sera. I will find you.’

Pablo hadn’t forgotten about Sera. But right now, he didn’t even know what would happen with him, much less worrying about Sera.

"Well, it’s time to have some fun."

The Demon stood up from his throne.

Pablo flinched.

"Don’t be scared. I won’t kill you…"

The Demon stretched his body and held his sword on his left hand.

Then…

SWISH!

He arrived in front of Pablo.

Pablo remained seated on his knees and the Demon held his hairs.

Pablo grabbed the hilt of his own sword. He didn’t do anything. He just held his sword.

The time to fight hadn’t come because Pablo also knew that the Demon won’t kill him…

"Yet."

Pablo’s hairs were grabbed by the Demon’s right hand and Pablo sat there with no movement.

"Let’s meet those Royals."

The Demon wasted no time on any more explanations and took off in the air.

Pablo looked down and he would die if he fell from the height he was in.

’He jumped higher than Flashy. And he is flying.’

Pablo stayed silent. He wanted the Demon to remain as less annoyed as possible.

The Demon wasn’t flying at supersonic speed. He was looking around and nodding along the way.

He glanced down on the ground and a group caught his eye.

"Right. They are here as well. Let’s take them too."

The Demon muttered something and the next moment, the group of soldiers and the high dukes, floated in the air.

The Demon and Pablo were high up and Pablo wasn’t even able to see the soldiers.

Nevertheless, the Demon saw them full well and he was on his way to finish what he began five years ago.

The Destruction of the Royals.