Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 287: Neither Can We

Pablo was the kindest person that Jenny met.

The ghost girl requested Pablo to never change and that was the worst thing you could say to someone like Pablo.

Nevertheless, those were Jenny’s last words as a ghost as she completely vanished after that.

"Well, she asked me to never change. Guess, I’ll stay the killer I am." Pablo jested and rested his head.

"Kids say weird things. Don’t mind her alright." Cupid tried to cover up.

Pablo said nothing. He had his eyes closed.

"You were asleep for five days and you are still tired?" Cupid asked.

"I am not tired. I am preparing myself for what’s to come."

"Why are you talking with your mouth now? What if the driver heard you? He will call you mad."

"He can’t hear me. If he could, he would have said something when I was talking with the ghosts. This carriage is probably sound proof."

"Anyway, why didn’t you tell Plato that the real Socrates was dead and the imposter was a Demon? He has a right to know that. He was Socrates’ son."

"I don’t care. The Demon is dead. Plato is a ghost. He found nirvana and all. Let it be."

"Whatever you say. But why are you preparing for what’s to come? Do you mean the military?"

"Shut up. I won’t talk anymore."

Pablo stopped talking and Cupid also let it go. She won’t waste her breath.

The carriage carried on moving.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

"Here it is." Pablo opened his eyes.

The next moment, the driver opened the carriage door.

"We have arrived at the Hermit slums. And some people are standing at the entrance." The driver said.

"They must be."

Pablo got up from his seat and came out of the carriage.

As soon as he came out…

"Dearr!"

Someone jumped at him.

Pablo expected that so he was prepared for Sera. She was the only one who would greet him like that.

Her hands were wrapped around Pablo’s neck. One could say she was exchanging body warmth.

"Calm down. Move back a little." Pablo removed her hands from his neck.

She stood in front of him, smiling.

She looked as good as new. Like she was never stranded in a tunnel of a village.

"I am so wet."

"Wh..at?" Pablo choked on air.

"I am so glad."

"I am not sure if that’s what I heard. But yeah, alright. Go inside."

"Okay."

Sera went inside the carriage.

Pablo shook his head and his gaze met ten other people.

They were his slaves.

He gave a nod to everyone and looked at Nike, the eldest male slave.

"You must be eighteen by now. You were near that age from the start."

"Yes, master. I am surprised you remember it. And we saw how you handled the Demon. You were great." Nike praised Pablo and all ten of them bowed their heads.

"No need for that. And I told you to call me Sir."

"Yes, sir." Nike saluted.

Pablo nodded and looked at his most beautiful slave.

Her name was Hena. The Elf. She was also very close to turning eighteen.

"Are you eighteen yet?" Pablo asked.

’I am sounding like a predator.’

’At least you are waiting for her to turn eighteen.’ Cupid said.

’I am waiting for a whole other reason. Stop it.’

"Ye-s. I.. will be eighteen tomorrow." Hena answered, looking at Pablo’s feet.

’At least she got good at talking.’

Pablo would teach her manners later.

"Get inside. We are leaving the slums."

The slaves nodded and one by one went inside the carriage.

Now only Pablo was left outside and without sparing a second glance inside the slum, he also went inside his ride.

The carriage was big enough for all of them to sit.

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Pablo and Sera were sitting in the main seat and the ten slaves were sitting in the smaller seats placed in front of Pablo and Sera.

Sera immediately crossed her arms around Pablo and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you so much." She said.

Pablo didn’t reply and the carriage started moving.

His slaves were sitting in front of him and Hena was just in front of him.

She had her head down but Pablo’s eyes were on her only.

However, his eyes shouldn’t have done that, not when he was with Sera at least.

"Why are you looking at her?"

Hena twitched.

Pablo sighed. "I am not. I am just looking straight. She is in front of me."

"Is that so?"

Sera jerked her head at the Elf.

"Move out of the way, bitch. Sit somewhere else."

Hena instantly stood up.

She bowed a hundred times in one second and sat as far as she could from Pablo.

Sera’s smile returned and her head again went on Pablo’s shoulder.

’This girl is mad.’

"Why do you do this?" Pablo asked directly.

"What do you mean? I do this because I love you." Sera gave the same answer. She just needs an excuse to confess her love anytime.

However, Pablo never really understood where her love really came from. What did he even do to impress her?

"Why do you love me?" He asked directly.

"Because ou-"

"No. Think about it. Don’t just say the first thing that comes to your mind." Pablo interrupted her.

Sera smiled.

"No matter how long I think the answer will remain the same."

"What is it then?"

Sera tightened her grip around Pablo’s hands.

"I did some bad things in my life. You also did some of them. When I first saw you, I instantly knew who would have my heart. About this, I could only say…"

Sera interlocked her fingers with Pablo’s.

"Our Demons recognised each other."

Pablo stayed silent.

Sera carried on.

"I won’t have you without the emptiness that consumes you and you won’t have me without the darkness that makes me."

Sera placed her hand on Pablo’s face, caressing his eyes as she finished saying…

"If our Demons can’t dance, neither can we."