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Putting the remains of the corpses into a mold and pouring cement on them took them almost the whole morning, not because they couldn't go at superhuman speed but because each piece and each mold had to be made one by one.

They took it as a game so they wouldn't have to think about the fact that they had just dismembered four imbeciles, but the worst moment of the morning wasn't that, but when Marcel had to talk to his parents, that was a problem.

He had been unreachable all night, and although they accepted that he had finally stayed at Pablo's house it was something unusual for their son. A good child, shy and not given to parties that lasted beyond a reasonable hour despite being of age.

Pablo was in the living room, with a good coffee.

"What are we going to do the rest of the day?"

The old vampire threw several bokens and wooden sticks on the floor.