Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 251: Malicified

The Cannibals couldn’t create the white mist on a wide scale and their mist wasn’t deadly enough.

The mist only became deadly when the Demon’s blood got mixed in with the mist.

After that, the King tried his best to stop the mist. He was ready to pay as much money as needed to get rid of the mist.

But now, in front of Pablo, the mist was clearing up. The deadly mist was disappearing.

However, it wasn’t good news at all.

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Turned out, the mist wasn’t the true enemy.

The mist was just the breath of the Demon. As he himself said.

In five minutes, half of the mist of the Village vanished.

"All these years I have been hiding. Hiding in that pathetic shell of a Human clone. The amount of patience I had for all this time, I should be a God. But not anymore. I will finally attain my true form again. Ahh. How wonderful it feels. Bliss."

The Demon took feels of the situation and Pablo didn’t have the courage to go ahead and fight. He couldn’t even see the Demon. It would be death if he went ahead.

"Just a little more. I should give you a grand view, Human. Your blood made it possible after all."

SNAP!

The Demon snapped his fingers and some sounds rang.

Pablo saw nothing and he for sure, didn’t want to see as well.

The mist kept getting inside the Demon and everyone all around the city rejoiced.

The soldiers going back to Glory city were all smiles.

"The Commander cleared the mist!?"

"No way!"

"It is disappearing!"

"Hurry. We should tell his highness."

Boulder and the soldiers were the most excited and the other high dukes were impressed.

They had no idea what was really taking place. What sinister plot would eventually dance in front of them. They were clueless.

"Hmm? The mist is going away? Did that detective of yours succeed?" Quilin, the young sire, also noticed the changes.

There was mist behind the castle of the King and now it was no more. It was clear.

"Oh. Sorry. You two can’t answer."

Quilin was standing in front of two people.

They were lying in front of the Vampire.

One was dead and the other one was near death.

Quilin looked at the one who was dead.

"Now this Kingdom has one less High duke. I told you to not fight me."

Jemon was dead.

Quilin killed the High duke.

Then he darted his eye at the young man lying beside Jemon.

"You are more impressive than him at least. But alas you will die too."

The young man was none other than Adolf Hustler and he had a hole in his chest.

He wasn’t speaking, he was in no position to speak and only his one eye was open. His other eye had a knife sticking out of it.

Quilin shook his head and walked forward.

"Though, you two really killed all the army I have brought. That’s a feat. You should die in pride."

Everyone was dead.

The guards of the city, most of the residents who couldn’t escape to a safe place in time, the Vampire soldiers, Quilin’s eight brothers, everyone was dead.

Only Quilin walked around the city.

He was the last man standing.

Hustler was still alive but if he didn’t get some healing he would also die soon.

"Well, now that the mist is clear. I should kill the King."

Quilin walked past Hustler.

But he stopped.

"What are you doing? Do you have a foot fetish?" Quilin asked as Hustler held his leg.

Hustler said nothing and opened his mouth wide.

Quilin raised his brows.

"So you do have a fetish."

Hustler couldn’t care less about Quilin’s remarks.

He latched his teeths on the leg of the Vampire and bit with all his strength.

He went inside the skin and the man drank the blood of the Vampire.

"Ugh. Gross. You will die if you drink my blood. Get off."

Quilin jerked his leg and he did it with such power that it made Hustler fly off.

The Vampire looked at his leg and clicked his tongue.

"He ripped off my pants and my skin too. I don’t like torn clothes for fucks’ sake."

Quilin shook his head and increased his speed towards the castle.

"I’ll just kill the king and take one of his dresses. I might wait for that detective as well. He seems like a worthy Human."

And like that, Quilin started his walk towards the death of the King of the Forza kingdom.

Back in the Village, something entirely different was taking place.

Pablo had the stress of a million people combined.

In front of him was a Demon and he was all alone against him.

Pablo might be the greatest criminal on Earth but he never faced a real Demon before.

He wasn’t wearing the infrared glasses anymore as they were of no use to him. They were only freaking him out.

A little bit of mist was still left to go away and Pablo could make out the two long horns behind the mist.

He would see the Demon soon.

’Where is Andrezj? Did he die? What the fuck is going on?’

He couldn’t find the Angels either.

So with no choice, he took a deep breath and waited for the mist to finally go away.

"Just a little more. Yes. Yes. Ten."

The Demon started counting.

"Nine."

The mist became less and less.

"Eight."

The mist became lesser.

"Seven."

Even less.

"Six."

"Five."

"Four."

Now the mist only covered a small portion.

"Three."

Now the mist only covered the Demon.

"Two."

The mist disappeared from the feet of the Demon and at…..

"One."

The mist vanished entirely.

Pablo finally saw the abomination of a Demon in front of him and for the second time, Pablo shivered. He felt chills inside his veins. His hot blood became ice.

Pablo Castillo went pale.

In front of him, a figure clad in red skin, sat atop an equally red throne.

Two huge horns stuck out from the head and two wings sprouted out of the back of the figure and they were red as well.

And what also caught Pablo’s eye was the huge red menacing sword, resting on the left hand of the figure.

All this while, Pablo imagined what the Demon would look like and when he finally saw it, he wholeheartedly believed the thing in front of him was a bonafide, certified, malicified…..

Demon.