There are four kinds of Homicide : Felonious, Excusable, Justifiable and Praiseworthy.
Pablo had committed all kinds of those and he started his spree in Seraphim as well.
He killed a seven years old girl after killing her father.
Betty and Luke's dead body laid between Cupid and Pablo and Cupid could only look at Pablo with teary eyes.
Pablo, however, had nothing on his face and he didn't even spare a glance at Betty after killing her.
"How can you do this? Forget about the man but you just killed an innocent girl, you know that?" Cupid finally spoke. The feather on her diary constantly wrote word after words on the pages.
Pablo started walking towards his house, passing through Cupid.
He made sure to answer the Angel though.
"I know what you are saying. But I killed her father in front of her. She would have waited and come back to me for revenge later. So I just killed her before all that could happen."
"Still." Cupid followed behind him. "Don't you feel a little bit remorse? Guilt? You didn't shed one tear after killing her."
Pablo sighed and kept his eyes in the front.
"A dog that weeps after it kills, is no better than a dog that doesn't. My guilt won't purify me."
"Why are you like th-"
"Listen Angel," Pablo suddenly turned around and faced Cupid. "Your Goddess made a mistake by not telling you about me. There is a reason why the whole world wanted me dead. If you are vomiting just by witnessing a simple crime of mine, then you will die if you see me in the coming days. So, if you want to go, then right now is the right time."
Pablo said his part and turned around. He started walking again.
Cupid heard Pablo and she stayed rooted in the same spot for a few seconds.
Eventually, she moved and followed Pablo again.
"I will stay with you. Goddess Alfida gave me a duty. I will not let her down. I will keep writing all your doings and make sure you don't cross the line of your sins."
Cupid stated her resolve and Pablo just kept walking without any comments.
Pablo looked around while walking and there were no people outside their huts. It was night time and Pablo found it strange.
"Usually crime happens at night and yet there are no people roaming here."
"Well you did the crime and I don't think criminals see the time of the day to act." Cupid shared her views.
"Right. You will grow up if you stay with me. That's for sure."
"Very funny."
Pablo chuckled and raised his head.
"The sky looks beautiful. The moon looks beautifu-what the hell?"
Pablo's brows shot up as he stopped in his tracks. His eyes were still on the sky.
"Why are there three Moons in the sky? Is this even possible?"
There were three moons in the sky and Pablo couldn't comprehend that around his head. He was a one moon guy from Earth after all.
Cupid sighed. "Seraphim has three moons and two suns. It was always like this. This is a bigger planet than Earth so the Gods created it like this."
"I don't know if that makes sense or not. But fine." Pablo stopped looking at the sky and started his walk again.
After a few more seconds, he arrived outside his hut again and went inside.
Cupid followed him and went inside as well.
Pablo glanced at the dead Freya once and began searching for something.
Cupid sat beside Freya and caressed her head. She couldn't touch her but she acted like that.
"May you find peace, dear. This world is not suited for girls. That's why Angels live in Heaven."
Cupid kept caressing Freya's head.
"She was sick. Very sick." Pablo spoke. "If she hadn't been ill then I am sure she could have run away or still be alive even after what those men did to her. It's not like this world is not suitable for girls, it's just this world is not for the weak. The same is the case on Earth too."
Cupid said nothing and Pablo soon found what he was looking for.
He came towards Freya and…
KHICHIK!
He lit a match stick and threw it on the dress Freya was covered with.
Cupid didn't register what happened and when she saw fire on Freya, she jolted up.
"What are you doing? You just lit her on fire. Say some last words. Touch her face. Don't you feel even a little bit sad for her?"
Pablo lit four more matchsticks and threw them on Freya.
"Her body will rot if I keep it idle for long. This fire, right here, is my pity for her. Don't expect something more."
Pablo spared one last glance at Freya's face and left the hut.
Cupid's hand went past Freya's face but she still felt she touched Freya.
After that, with a sad smile, she left the hut as well.
Pablo still held the match box in his hands and he was staring at it.
"Only four matches and a body caught fire? I threw one just to check but it instantly lit her up. What kind of things exist here?"
Freya's body caught fire rather easily. He didn't even have to look for petrol or other inflammable substances.
"It's because the air here helps fire to spread pretty fast. It's good you only used four sticks, otherwise you would have burned the other huts as well." Cupid answered.
Pablo nodded. "You sure know some things. Why did you say you didn't know anything earlier?"
"I only know basic things like Ego, the sky and this air stuff. Apart from that, I am as new as you. I am still helpful though."
"I see. You can't even throw a stone at a man who is set out to kill me. Yes, very helpful you are."
Cupid's brow twitched and before she could retort, Pablo turned around and started walking.
He put the matchbox inside his pocket and left the burning Freya in the hut as he walked away like nothing.
"Don't you want to at least take her ashes?" Cupid asked from behind.
"What would I do with her ashes? Nothing will change. She is dead and that's the end of the story." Pablo said and his tone depicted that he already moved on from Freya.
Cupid shook her head and followed Pablo as usual.
"Where are you going now?" She asked.
"To the City." Pablo replied, without looking at Cupid.
"Oh. You are going to find those five men. Right?"
"You are half right."
"What do you mean?" Cupid didn't get it.
"Altor told me to correct this world. It's full of evil and all. So to see the extent of evil, I am going to the city."
"Alright. But I think you could see evil in the slums too. I mean, slums harbor more evil than Cities."
"Heh." Pablo chuckled.
Cupid frowned. "What?"
"People believe slums breed more crimes and criminals than anywhere in the world, but in reality…" Pablo paused and looked far away in the street.
"Cities are the nucleus for Evil."