As Paris masqueraded as a devil, playfully sitting on his thrones— the others stared at Psylaiso, the slime was melting, attempting to reconstruct her body to minor success, being limbless but still standing.

  She groaned then pointed her head towards Felix who began to speak.

  “Back on to the point of the couch, someone must’ve spoken to her— and that someone was indeed the killer.”

  “If the killer had the motive of killing her— why would they speak and not just stab?” Nil mockingly pondered— tapping her chin, “A dent on the couch— then that’d assume it was from a strong fella.”

  “Hence why I believe it was a Saint who killed— particularly Rosamire. Due to being the strongest Saint and definitely the most passionate, it seems likely she could be the killer.”

  “But you got a flaw in that.” Zero chuckled— Felix twisted his head towards the Imp, eyebrow raised. “Rosamire didn’t drop in with us.”

  “What does that showcase? If she didn’t drop in— she could’ve came in later and done the deed! There is no time frame for this.” Felix slapped the glass.

  “Famine, you saw someone walking correct.” Jeremiah chirped.

  “Evidently.” The ghoul coughed on his cigarette, “A figure moved in the dark.”

  “We’re getting nowhere!” Richard shrieked, “It’s just two opposing sides! Can’t we narrow it down with anything else?”

  “A couch wouldn’t simply dent from just someone sitting on it— had to be physical movement, maybe an argument.” Mog itched his head, “Roxanne weighed less than 60 kilos— don’t think just her sitting alone—or even with someone—would do that kind of damage.”

  “Fuck off!” Psylaiso’s voice rang from her glass— her regeneration complete, “Maybe less weight talk and maybe more on the conversation, right Felix?”— her posture snapped, head facing Felix who simply laughed.

  “There we go, somebody with sense— anyway how can you prove it’s not Rosamire?”

  “She wears white armour— it would’ve stood out if she was right in front of me.” Nil raised her hand, “The silhouette was all dark— similarly to what me and Famine said, any hint of white could be traced instantly.”“It moved— fast, really fast.” Famine chuckled, his direction facing Ilya, “Did you have any quarrel with the girl before her death?”

  “No!” She protested— swinging her arms at the glass, “Why the fuck would you insist something so evil!”

  “When me and the group saw you—” Saraline pointed, “You were drunk, if we go with Famine’s theory— perhaps you were drinking your guilt away, hence your lack of expression once noticing her death.”

  “Hey relax yourself fucker!” Gloxer spat, “What physical activity would Ilya and Roxanne be doing huh? Having sex?”

  “Having sex…” Gabriel’s mask shined, “Richard— where were you at the time of death.”

  “At 11pm, I was at my home— sleeping, ruffling and shit because the cloth kept decaying you know— annoying.” The delinquent scratched his head, “Me and Famine found some notes— ain’t that evidence.”

  “You are right.” Zero’s eyes spiralled as they looked at Richard— saliva oozing from their mouth, “Talk about it.”

  “Some ominous notes— all sort of lovey dovey shit about Richard.” Famine smiled, “Teenage love— feel bad for you kid, you ain’t finding another one being all scruffy like that.”Richard slammed his hand against the glass— before spitting on the floor, “What does the evidence show though?”— the boy held it up against the glass, allowing everyone to read it.

  “Fucking hell—” Lichness laughed, “Jeremiah— you think what I’m thinking.”

  “Code maybe— but then, why?” The boy twirled another lollipop in his hand before shoving it into his mouth, “Wait— we’ve been looking at this from the wrong perspective.”

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  “What ya mean?” Dara shrieked.

  “We’ve been looking at this as if it was a murder— but never thought once about another possibility.” Lichness revealed a toothy grin— maggots swarmed his mouth like a buffet.

  “Suicide— you think she killed herself.” Mog facepalmed, “Why would she?”

  “Maybe she was manipulated.” Felix chuckled, “Someone decided to use her— but she wasn’t mentally distraught, was she— Richard?”

  “No… my girl was strong, she had the guts to do anything— I ain’t think she kill herself.” He ripped off his gloves, “Someone musta done da deed.”

  “You’re talking all weird now.” Zero chuckled, “What happened?”

  “I’m feeling southern.” Richard grinned, “Like my girl— I’ll commemorate her, once I leave.”

  “Go back a few notches.” Psylaiso spoke, “You said code— decipher it then.” She pointed towards Jeremiah who grinned.

  “The way it’s written— it feels artificial, no individual is saying stuff like be sad the whole time, without it being an instruction.”

  “Then who is the instruction— don’t fucking say it.” Gloxer gulped, “To one of us?”

  “Precisely isn’t it.” Mog itched his neck— turning red, sore.

  “‘I had to deny, deny deny’? She’s giving code to not admit shit!” Richard yelled.

  “Well that means— one of us is the culprit.” Ilya chuckled, “Who would’ve thought.”

  “If we get the timeline of events.” Gabriel said, “Then one of you guys weren’t flung as Zero said— but then all of you guys have such unique killing potential so I don’t get it.”

  “Bombshell here.” Zero interrupted, “I went to meet Paris yesterday, happy as fuck— asked him a question, ‘Can you give anyone a weapon to murder?’.”

  “What does that say.” Famine smoked.

  “It says he could distribute any weapon regardless of person.”

  “Regardless of person?” Saraline tilted her head.“He said he could give anything— that it depends on the person, my theory is that if you have a really obvious way to kill, you’ll be given a different way to— example, poison.”

  “Was she stabbed or poisoned, I don’t get it!” Richard exclaimed.

  “Poison to weaken her so she could be stabbed— or stab herself depending on Jeremiah’s view.”

  “Suicide is a fucking big thing—” Psylaiso spoke, “I don’t think we are treating this topic, as we should.”“She’s right— she must’ve not been given the help she deserved if she went that route, but then that makes everything confusing.” Felix smiled, “If she truly ended her life then and there— who went to her home? And why?”

  “By time we dropped down it was 8:55.” Jeremiah smiled, “So due to Paris’ yap— I’d say the timeline started at approximately 9PM.”

  “Paris did you actually give someone a murder weapon?” Zero hollered.

  “Confidential! But I’ll let them explain once this is over!” The punk chuckled.

  “So it’s a yes.”

  “Why do we accept Famine’s alibi or Nil?” Dara protested.

  “Because both of them couldn’t of met up with each other before the challenge started— we asked them first so there’s no chance.” Saraline rebutted.

  “So the culprit got the poison— went to Roxanne’s home after 9, got seen by Famine and talked with her?” Ilya chirped.

  “Talked— talking doesn’t making dents— the two did.. oh fucking hell.” Gloxer rolled his eyes— looking at Richard, “Dude— what the fuck did you do?”

  The boy’s eyes widened as he giggled, “What do you mean?”

  “I was saying he was a suspect— he even baited a time, nobody asked you if you were at home— at 11pm.” Zero spat, “But he honestly has no motive— he probably just knows more than he’s letting on.”

  “Wait a second.” Famine raised his hand, “He instantly knew I had that girl’s notes when I left the house— and it’s totally only about him. The code was always for him— deny deny deny? Live for me? This chick clearly set something up.”“Relax yourself BASTARD!” Richard screamed, “Why am I the first thought? Fuck you piece of shit— I didn’t do fuck all!”“Chill man of decay.” Felix laughed, “It makes sense if it was you— no forced entry or resistance— just an easy murder for you to commit.”

  “Richard is a dickhead but he wouldn’t kill his girlfriend.” Ilya spat, “Mog come on.”“There was no blood on the couch— no murder happened there, I’m presuming no murder happened at all when the culprit was there.”

  Paris laughed pointing above, “Hohohoho! The audience loves your insanity! Fuel on Fuel on!”

  “Maybe Richard— that action that broke the couch— was your love making.” Lichness chuckled.

  “Listen— this isn’t a time for fucking jokes— you people are assuming I’m the one who murdered my fucking girlfriend. I can’t be jovial with you freaks, what is wrong you lot? Why would I murder my own fucking girlfriend? Think! Think for once! I didn’t do shit! Oh poison my ass— if I really wanted to kill someone, I’d decay em— right there and then.”

  “Then you didn’t really want to kill her. Just as she had the guts to do anything. You are so stupid— you reveal shit without meaning to, like the time— like once you leave, when you were bubbling about commemorating her.” Jeremiah smiled, “You truly are delusional.”

  “Not me— didn’t do a thing. Fulfil our wish, and die”

  “If Richard really is the killer.” Gloxer spoke, “Why did she die so late? He left the house when Nil said she saw a silhouette— but then she wasn’t even dead by then. What contradiction.”

  “Sorry to interrupt you Gloxer!” Paris laughed, “But I’d say that’s the end of the second hour. Who do you all believe is the culprit? Oh and-” The boy pressed a button at the side of his throne— causing Dara to be electrocuted, volts sent into her body— visages of Rallio flashing as she screamed in agonising pain. “Speak more next time.”

  “Choose your villain.”

  “No.” Zero chuckled, “This hasn’t been enough time— are you trying to save somebody’s ass?”

  “Of course not— I do what I know I should do.” Paris smiled.

  “Then fuck off and let us beat this shit.” Saraline yelled.

  Paris chuckled before speaking.

  “Fine— no voting, straight into the third hour I suppose— one of you guess wrong and I kill you all now, ruined my mood.”

  During Writathon, I wanted to showcase the texture of this world and how evil is not natural but birthed by chaos.

  Thank you to everyone reading, commenting, and supporting No Heaven for Monsters during the event. Your eyes mean more than you know. Even if the Gods in this story wouldn’t agree.

  Next Chapter: 'Hour Three'.