Pablo made a Cross out of roots and on the Cross was 50.
"What is that?"
"He just moved some roots here and there."
"What is he trying to do?"
The guests failed to see the point behind the cross.
But Cupid knew what Pablo was doing.
He was repeating the same thing that happened to him.
His tongue was cut so he did the same with 50.
His eyes were gouged out so he did the same with 50.
His ears were cut so 50 shared the same fate.
Pablo was naked and 50 was naked as well.
And the last thing, Pablo was hung on the cross and so was 50.
There was no particular reason for Pablo to do this but he figured if he wanted the attention of those five members then he had to do something like that. So he did.
’The end is near.’
Pablo motioned his hands again and the Cross of the roots raised higher.
Now, 50 was high in the air just like how Pablo was.
Even from far away anyone could see 50 clearly.
Blood dripped from his body and the brown roots were now red.
"What now?"
"Will he finally kill him?"
"What’s next?"
The guests wanted to know Pablo’s next move and Pablo showed them.
He sat on the ground cross legged.
"What?"
The guests exclaimed.
Pablo sat down on the ground. He won’t do anything anymore. He just watched 50 high in the air.
"What is this?"
"What are you trying to do?"
The guests asked.
"I know what he is doing." Someone spoke and everyone looked there.
"Oh. Graham. Tell us then." Diablo said.
It was Graham who spoke.
All the guests waited for Graham to speak and Graham did.
"He will let 50 suffer and die on his own."
"What do you mean?" The guests asked.
"Tell me, if someone cuts your hands and legs, and gives you too much pain and you can’t fight back. What will be your wish?" Graham asked one of the guests.
"Well, I would want to die. Death would be the easier way than to suffer that much pain."
"Exactly."
Graham stopped speaking.
And when everyone thought deeply, their mouths went agape.
They finally understood. And all they said was…
"He is Evil."
In the last row of the guests area, the candidates who passed the event watched the scene with horror as well.
But not all of them were terrified.
"This is too much." Hustler said.
"What?" Draxus asked.
"50 is in too much pain. The only wish he has right now is death and that guy, that bastard isn’t giving him that. He hung him high in the air and now he is just waiting for him to die. He is twisted in the head."
"I agree. That he is." Draxus agreed with Hustler.
"These people are right about him. He is Evil." Hustler added.
"Heh." Draxus scoffed.
"What?" Hustler asked.
Draxus turned his head at Hustler.
"He is the Epitome Of Evil."
Hustler didn’t reply anything to that and Draxus went silent too.
Inside the circle, Pablo was still sitting on the ground and his eyes never left 50.
After two minutes, Pablo finally said something.
"Hey, Diablo."
"What?"
"What’s his name?" Pablo asked.
"Why do you want his name?"
"Just tell me."
"Yasuda Chris."
Pablo nodded and finally, stood up.
"Everyone," He addressed the guests and turned his face towards the five members of Abyssal Butchers.
"Yasuda is Dead."
All heads turned towards 50, or Yasuda and they all got to know that he wasn’t breathing anymore.
"Number 100 won the fight!" Diablo made the official announcement.
"His name is…" And with utmost vigor, he shared the name :
"Pablo Castillo!!"
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"Yeahh!"
"You are the best!"
Sera was a fan girl of Pablo. She cheered the loudest and she was the only one who cheered.
Everyone else was just… out of words.
They saw cruelty today. Pure evil.
They used to think they were devoid of emotions but turns out, when someone truly becomes heartless, a person like Pablo Castillo appears.
Though, they still had one question.
"Why did he ask for 50’s name?"
"What was the reason for that?"
And like before, Graham answered that for them.
"That was his only act of Kindness."
And that was all they needed for an answer.
The man who suffered such death should at least get his name known. And Pablo did just that.
"Will I get some money?" Pablo asked.
"No. The military didn’t receive anything this time. Everyone bet their money on you and they won. So no. No share for you."
Pablo didn’t reply.
"Now go." Diablo said.
Pablo nodded and stepped out of the circle.
No one from the guests made eye contact with him and only a few with purple uniforms had the guts to look at him.
Pablo ignored everyone and went to the last row of the guests.
He sat beside Flashy.
"That was some fight, Boss." Flashy said.
"Yeah. Yours too. You became a new man."
"Haha. Thanks. It’s all because of you. And where did those roots come from?"
"I won’t answer that."
"Fair enough."
Flashy didn’t ask further about that.
"But what will happen now, Boss?"
"Now it will be our turn."
"Our turn to what?"
Pablo laid back on the chair.
"Our turn to feast."
"Everyone," Diablo spoke. "All the knockout matches are completed and we have our final winners."
Everyone clapped.
"And now these fifty people will get their assignments or missions tomorrow. And if they finish that, then they will officially be part of the Military."
Everyone clapped again.
"Now you all must be wondering what will happen now that the fights are over? Well, worry not. We will meet again here in this same place in the evening. And what will happen here in the evening? Well, there will be…"
Diablo jumped from the stage, spread his arms and in his loud voice, he bellowed :
"A Banquet!!"