CHAPTER 482: EPITOME OF EVIL: REIGNITION

The night kept passing in silence and the constant howls of the wind.

Pablo and Malvador stayed in a staring contest, Harlia’s eyes also stayed on Malvador and Sera’s head remained on Pablo’s shoulder.

No one spoke anything and everyone else other than these four people were asleep.

But Pablo constantly heard some whimpers and shouts from the tents of the Cannibals and Vampires and he figured that it was because they were sleeping on the Crucible. Of course the ground won’t let people have a good night sleep on it. If not for Andrezj’s magic, Pablo’s and Harlia’s soldiers would have faced this same thing too.

Nevertheless, Pablo paid the cries no mind and neither did Malvador.

Both men acted like only these two existed in the whole world and before they knew it...

The sun was up.

It was finally morning.

Forza kingdom soldiers yawned and came out of their tents.

Draxus came out and went towards Pablo right away.

What he saw made him shake his head. He wasn’t even surprised.

He found Pablo in the same position he expected him to be.

His Czar was sitting and his eyes were on Malvador still.

He was also surprised at Malvador as the vampire also moved not an inch from staring at Pablo.

Draxus’ eyes then went to Harlia and the Admiral was the same as Pablo. She also gawked at Malvador.

But Pablo wasn’t alone.

Draxus looked at the lap of Pablo and on it, one girl was sleeping soundly, smiling.

It was none other than Sera and if anything, Draxus was surprised about this. Pablo didn’t shoo away Sera. He let her sleep on his lap. Or it could be that Pablo was just so focused on Malvador that he didn’t even register Sera on his lap.

Whatever it was, it was time for the action to start.

So Draxus reached out his hand to shake Pablo but he wasn’t able to touch him. Because before he could touch Pablo...

"I am aware." Pablo spoke.

Draxus stopped his hand.

He thought Pablo was in a stupor but it seemed he was wrong. Pablo was aware.

Draxus remained standing behind Pablo and Pablo gazed at Sera on his lap.

"Wake up." He said.

Sera remained sleeping.

He moved his legs.

Sera showed no reaction.

He raised his hands but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her face.

Angh. Fuck this.

Pablo changed his mind and simply stood up.

THUD!

Sera fell on the ground.

"Dear?"

Her eyes shot open right away and when she saw Pablo, she calmed down.

Pablo couldn’t give a shit and looked at Malvador who had also gotten up and went to a tent.

Seeing that, Pablo also turned around.

"Take me too, dear." Sera spoke, raising her hand towards Pablo.

Pablo looked over his shoulder. "I don’t know anyone anymore. Try to still love me after seeing me in this war."

He looked ahead again and went inside a tent.

Sera stayed on the ground and she only sighed. "I will love you even if you are killing me."

Draxus watched all this and watching Pablo, he figured out one thing.

Pablo was already in the zone now.

Sera got up from the ground and asked Andrezj to freshen her up and the male angel did just that.

Draxus wasn’t looking at her as he went behind Pablo.

He entered the tent and Pablo was washing his face.

He stayed silent and let Pablo finish.

After Pablo was done, he stared at the mirror hanging at the wall of the tent and he watched his own eyes.

I won’t die. Nothing will happen to me. I am Pablo Castillo. Even Gods won’t be able to do shit to me. I will kill everyone. I will stab all the eyes that will be raised at me. I shall crush all the voices that will speak against me. I will eat all the hearts that will be beating for my death. I won’t lose. I never lose. I am Pablo Castillo and I win every damn time.

He chanted his own name inside his head countless times. He brought himself in the zone he used to stay when he destroyed the temples, mosques, churches, and other stuff back on earth. He recalled the version of himself that killed the Presidents and other leaders on Earth. All in all, he recalled the real, raw and authentic Pablo Castillo. The man who was crowned with the title—Epitome Of Evil.

Draxus remained quiet for all this time and after slapping himself, Pablo finally turned his head at his right hand man.

"Gather all my soldiers. It’s time for them to start the play."

Draxus nodded and with a salute, he left the tent.

Admiral Harlia had also left the stone slab she was sitting on, and after freshening up just like Pablo, she summoned her soldiers. Though, she summoned the soldiers herself. She didn’t order someone else like Pablo did.

After only ten minutes, both Pablo’s and Harlia’s army was ready and standing.

Pablo and Harlia were in front of their respective armies and their backs were facing the armies of Malvador and Corrosive.

But no one was afraid of an attack as just like Pablo and Harlia, Malvador and Corrosive were also facing their soldiers.

The Commanders of all three kingdoms were going to have a talk with their armies.

All the commanders began speaking at the same time but the soldiers focused only on the voice of their Commander.

One such Commander was Pablo and his soldiers forgot everything and listened to their commander.

Pablo stood with his hands behind his back, eyeing all the soldiers standing in front of him.

All of them were ready with their weapons and their weapons were made out of Demonite. Since they have heard that in the Crucible normal weapons rust faster than ever, Pablo had chosen Demonite as the solution. And it worked great.

All of their eyes were on Pablo and he won’t make them wait.

As this will be his final words to the soldiers.