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[Crowley has been on the ship for hours.

The whole business was rather unpleasant, as is being branded like some kind of animal, but all in all, the demon is rather unruffled. Transport into another universe was something of another day's work, though it was an alarming coincidence that it occurred so closely to his greatest victory. Was this his punishment for his involvement with defeating the Leviathan?

Unlikely, the demon decides, and so he goes about his business.

First, it is a matter of discovering his locker, of removing his things, and of disappearing. He has little interest in socializing immediately and, as a result, Crowley vanishes into the shadows to dwell and think -- and, most importantly, learn. Within the hour, Crowley has all he needs to know at his fingertips, and with a flick of his fingers, his comm turns on to broadcast his soft accented English to the Tranquility.]

I'm afraid I require a bit of explanation as to why, exactly, someone thought it would be humorous to shove a Hellhound into a test tube.

[There's an artful pause.]

And also the location of the nearest groomer. This filth is absolutely disgusting.

[There's another three second pause before his own transmission ends.

Let's see who decides to come forward with information about why he, the demon King, is here.]

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[There is the name he is looking for.]

Thank you; you've been rather helpful.

[There's a pause.]

That would be me, if you haven't put that together.

.. Yeah, thanks, sort of figured. [ two demons named crowley with pet hellhounds is too much even for finch to accept, after all. ] You planning to reclaim your collared hellhound?

I suppose that depends on whether or not the dog is actually mine.

[All Hellhounds belong to Crowley now, but he's gathered that time works differently here, and -- well. He could have been a very, very, very different person then.]

But I wouldn't say no to another.

[ two hellhounds in the possession of a (somewhat?) high-ranking demon. welp. ]

Well, I guess none of my usual meals seem to have a thing for making deals with demons, so no big deal. Still, that's one way to make sure none of the creepy monster-things on this tub attack you.

Meals?

[ there's an almost audible shrug. ] Incubus.

[Oh. Hrm.]

I don't believe I've met one of those.

.. Yeah, I hear we're pretty rare everywhere. Thank fuckin' God for that or something, you know? We're territorial enough as it is.

[Crowley has dissected many a monster. But the incubus is not one of them.]

How fascinating.

Do you know of any others in your world?

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