The corpse we are going to ignore

"So...we have a corpse."

"Is that a question?"

"He's definitely dead, so no."

"I apologize."

"For what?"

"That you have to see this."

"Don't apologize. It's his fault to attack us, not yours."

"I should've done something different..."

"Caesy, you saved us. Don't blame yourself."

"You don't understand, Tia. I never wanted to be like...like him. And now I just killed someone."

"Caesy, you aren't like him. He murders people because he enjoys it. You killed someone to save someone else. There's a difference."

"It wasn't hard, you know. I don't feel bad."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is that it wasn't hard! I could do it everytime. I don't feel bad or anything."

"Many people could kill, that doesn't mean that every of them does it."

"But they didn't grew up to be a killer! While my parents always talked about that I'm going to be a Doctor or Lawyer, talked Pappy always about becoming a killer."

"You aren't like him."

"I am."

"Caesy, you aren't a bad person. You just had bad options throughout you life."

"But when will I have good options? It feels, like I can't be anything other than a killer."

"How do you feel after killing someone?"

"Good. Like going to Cony Island and eating raw sugar."

"...what."

"I don't regret it, Tia, don't you understand? It was fun."

"Don't you have any...moral conflict?"

"...why would I?"

"Because you killed someone?"

"Yeah, I know, I stabbed him three times in the neck. But why moral conflict?"

"It's a sin, I guess."

"What's a sin?"

"A action, that is bad by Christian standards."

"Who's Christian?"

"Not Chris- Christianity you know? Jesus Christ, Caesy."

"And who's that?"

"Ask Carol."

"She doesn't like me."

"Did she said that?"

"No."

"See? She doesn't ha-"

"She said I'm dangerous for the human race and that I should burn in hell."

"...oh."

"Yeah."

"We should do something about the corpse."

"We probably should."

"..."

"Tia?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared. And that scares me, because I'm never scared and it-"

"Why are you scared?"

"You don't deserve this."

"What do you mean with 'this'?"

"You don't deserve a girlfriend like me. We're not the same. You're like an angel, an beautiful death angel. But I? I'm not even a fallen angel I'm straight up Satan's daughter."

"Do you know what an angel is?"

"It's a very pretty name. And like, a fairy but in kinder."

"And do you know what Satan is?"

"The king of hell, I guess."

"But do you know what hell is?"

"..."

"Does that means no?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Caesy, you should stop talking about things you don't understand. Let's get our attention to the corpse."

"Yeah yeah, but I don't know how to handle one this size..."

"Did you just called him fat?"

"What? No! I mean like, an adult corpse."

"Adult-how old were the other ones? Or no wait-other ones? What do you mean with other ones?"

"Shit."

"Did you killed someone else before?"

"No."

"Then answer the other question."

"It's better you don't know."

"Answer."

"You would hate me."

"Cassandra Johnson, answer my question! How old were the other ones?"

"Between the ages of two and eight."

"...that were the ages of the victims from the Pitt Area Killer."

"It's not like you think, I swear-"

"Oh, then explain. Were you the killer?"

"No, I wasn't."

"Them why did you buried his corpses? You said, you didn't had anything to do with his crimes."

"Okay, I lied. I buried his corpses, hide evidence and knew what's going to happen. Satisfied?"

"Satisfied? Caesy, I don't know if you understand that, but you just admitted to be a accomplice for a murderer."

"And? It's not like I killed someone."

"You helped!"

"Not like voluntarily. More like a annoying chore I have to do."

"Doesn't make it better."

"Sorry."

"Do you mean it that way or do you just say it?"

"Damn it, Tia, why do you have to be that smart?"

"That means second one, right?"

"Maybe."

"For God's sake, Caesy, sometimes it's so complicated with you. In the one minute you're talk about killing people and in the other you don't know who Jesus is."

"What should I say? Different upbringing."

"We're from the same fucking town."

"But that doesn't mean we're the same. You grew up with the ghost of Aristotles and I with an murdering elderich being."

"He was like, part of your life?"

"Yes? He teached me more than my human parents ever."

"Was he like, sometimes in our school?"

"Yep, but I told him he shouldn't do that anymore. He's embarrassing, you know?"

"...no, I actually don't."

"Anyways, he visits every second day and family dinner is every Saturday."

"...what do you mean with 'Family Dinner'?"

"Dinner. With the family. Alithia, I know your parents are very neglectful but I thought you know what a-"

"I know what a family dinner is. I...didn't thought elderich beings have these."

"They do and Room's food is delicious, I'll take you one day with me."

"Who is 'Room'?"

"She's like the Titan of Room and the mother of my Pappy."

"At the same time I'm interested and confused."

"Exactly my thoughts during math."

"Do you know Azrael? He's like Satan, king of he-"

"Of course I know Uncle Azrael! His palace is perfect to play hide and seek. How do you know him?"

"He's my mentor."

"Right, I forgot it. You two don't see each other often?"

"Just once. And that was my near-death experience."

"Don't take it personal, he's always busy. People die all the time and stuff."

"Yeah, I don't know...how did you figured it out?"

"...what do you mean?"

"Like, at wich point did he popped it into your life? I know it since I'm six."

"...I knew it all the time."

"What do you mean-all the time?"

"Yep."

"How do you live that long?"

"Easy. I hang out with the elites of the magical world, my Pappy is the God of Fear. They won't even touch me."

"My life would be so easy if these fucking demons would stop to hunt me. How did you do that?"

"Easy: Step one: Die while birth. Step two: Have a 'promising' future. End."

"What do you mean with 'promising'?"

"My Pappy said, that when he saw me the first time, he saw my future. And that it reminded him of his own life, so he saved mine to have a heir to his legacy."

"...that sounds wild."

"I know, right?"

...

"Caesy?"

"Mh?"

"I think we should stop ignoring the corpse and do something."