Words just for Josh, nothing Alastor heard. Which was good for them, because he would have absolutely laughed himself sick. 'Pity' wasn't something he'd felt in years, alive or dead. Not with what he'd gotten up to when he still had an active pulse, oh no. Someone who understood pity wouldn't really be in Hell, now would they?

The demon began to pick apart his ill gotten gains as Josh doubled down on trying not to lose it, still making more direct eye contact with the spirit haunting the boy than with the actual human himself. They might only crave fresh human flesh but that wasn't going to stop him from openly and happily and smugly enjoying food in front of them anyway.

Maybe this thing had an imagination. He hoped so.

"Yeah?" He sucked a claw clean, before continuing, "Well why's that, kiddo? Are you a murderer? Don't have to hide that stuff from me, son, I've met awful worse than murderers."

He was awful worse than just a murderer.