Death was a strange concept to Caesar, mostly because he can just... avoid it. He was a demon after all, and he had the ability to possess other bodies and shift his own body into another if he had to. The only downside of both of those is that possessed bodies scar over and shifting only transfers the wound. Caesar only has possession at the minute - which he prefers - and believes it is a way for him to cheat death. The Officer didn't really understand death, he didn't understand why it was so bad. Since he was immune to it, he believes that everyone else should be, too. Sure, he understands that death for mortals means they won't be coming back, but life goes on. Why did people worry about crying over some dead loved one? Caesar didn't get it.

Sure, Caesar had to deal with his parents dying, but that was at his own paws. He set his Dimension aflame, he burned them alive. He didn't care. His parents refused to believe he was as powerful as the rumors that started around the Dimension, so he had to prove them wrong. He gave them multiple chances but they refused. So they had to suffer with the Dimension and rot from the inside of it while he thrived outside. Caesar was there when he sister plunged into the collapsing den and Vigenere had to pull her out, and Caesar was there when their home collapsed. The only thing that hurt was the look of acceptance in his parents' eyes. They were upset and afraid of course, but they accepted their fate. That actually hurt Caesar but he couldn't do anything because the Dimension was falling in on itself and he had to leave.

So when Caesar found a dead body on the beach, the only thing the Officer was doing was inspecting it. It was a feline body, perhaps around the age of eight or nine months, and presumably died by drowning. The body just happened to get washed up ashore, unfortunately finding itself by Caesar's paws. The demon was stared down at the body with morbid curiosity, his tail flicking back and forth in thought. With a tilt of his head, Caesar would use his claws to rip at the body's throat, a hideous grin slowly forming on his face. He looked amused by this. He liked the way it felt to tear his claws against flesh and how the young feline had died early enough for blood to be sort of still flowing. 

Of course people would be upset at him doing this, and Caesar only rolled his eyes at the three Crewmates that approached him. "Oh, fuck off with the 'young ones' bullshit." The demon hissed to Freya. "He's gonna have to deal with this shit eventually, won't he?" He asked, nodding to Snare before he turned to Goldenluxury with cold eyes. "And what's your point? I'm curious about what happened to them. I wanna see what I can do with this body." He was tempted to burn it, if he was honest.

Oh, yeah, Snare, made a comment about him being weird, didn't he? Looking at the young Crewmate, Caesar chuckled. "Thanks, by the way. I try my best to be weird."

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