Corwin looked from the two men, sensing an odd air between them. The man smiled, practically feeling their negativity in the form of their intense body language. This was common, since no one really wanted to be thrust into such situations. Though he knew the "normality" that he believed in the Moral Plane was just an illusion. Somewhat like if you never left your house, and suddenly stepped outside, you'll find the world so strange and "fairytale." But just because no one's ever seen anything, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Some people never physically see the others across the world, but we still know they're there. Same logic, though now you've been brought there, free of charge. Rejecting something you think doesn't exist meant that you'd better be off living back in the house in intolerance, but if one were to accept the outside, they'll find a life of tolerance.
He took upon their stories and leaned back, "Well I guess you all haven't been out camping?" he said, glancing back at the two, who was still at their little ritual.

"Don't worry about not knowing too much, the real world is where we usually hang around. Mostly, magic is only so present in the other sides. It's something like different laws of physics; I'm sure you all know something about that." he looked at the three, "Well we have some free time, so I'll tell you one of the stories I picked up."

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment,

"There were two children that lived together, a boy named Arnold, and a girl Annie. Their parents would always get them what they wanted, but leave them alone with an old female caretaker during the day for work." He said, shifting his lean as the story came to him, "You see, Arnold hated dolls, but Annie loved them. She would always ask for him to play with them and her. His hate would be overshadowed by the love of being with her, deciding to do play with her dolls anyways. When they played, she would always talk to the dolls, which made Arnold a little angry since he felt like she was ignoring him even though she would ask him to come. Despite this, his love for his sister made him keep the peace. He smiled at Annie and the dolls, though didn't feel any happiness towards the objects.

After awhile she wouldn't ask him to come anymore, and would play with her dolls alone. He would spend the next few days stand outside her door, listening to her laughing and talking to what she called her "friends." He felt deep hatred, but soon accepted that he loved her so much that he'd let her play without him. Maybe she had loved the dolls more than him, but knew that he would love her forever. That was enough for him.

That was until one day, when he overheard Annie calling one of the dolls "Arnold." The boy immediately barged straight into the room. He looked at Annie with a stern gaze, stating that no doll would never love her as much as he did. She would then come to say that he was just jealous, and that the dolls, her "friends" would love her forever. And to this, he picked up one of the dolls and started ripping at it with his hands. He tore viciously at the fabric, but what he found was scarlet liquid that came, instead of cotton.

His sister shreiked, yelling, "You're killing them!" but he couldn't stop, and quickly moved to the next doll, tearing the fabric until it let out a stream of redness. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from destroying the dolls and he began to cry. He looked at his sister and slowly approched her, his hands and body stained by the red liquid. She screamed, backing and slipping on the crimson water that layered the floor.

"Get away from me! You monster, you killed them all!" she wailed, tears streaming from her eyes, "I thought you loved me..."

Through a bloody glare, he muttered a single reply, "But I do love you." before one last scream was heard from the room.

That night, when their parents came home, they did not to find their child nor the caretaker. Coming into Annie's room, they saw the mutilated bodies of several children from across the neighborhood that frequently visited their only child.

Across the wall was a message spelled with blood, "I love you, forever. Nothing can come between us."

Corwin then stopped the story with a clap, "And it's finished."
He looked over the party, his green eyes landing on each of them, "So, what did you all think happened?"

Constantine breathed in for a moment and looked up to the sky, his smoke flowing upwards as he opened his mouth. He laughed long and hard, cackling like a madman he stopped as abruptly as he started. He loved stories like that, brutal tragedies that make his life seem a little more normal he realized his little moment probably made him look anything but normal. "Arnold was probably a demon, maybe an unborn fetus or someone who wanted a sister, maybe even a bear himself." He said trying not to smile, "Kids and animals tend to be able to see things a lot easier than older people, or at least that's what I've noticed." Constantine said covering his emotions with his usual smirk he's going to have to stop it with the outburts.