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[The NV turns on to show massive paw prints in the snow, spaced an incredible distance apart. The feed continues moving -- the paw prints are getting closer together -- until it stops abruptly, with a soft chuckle from your resident favorite demon -- because it appears that a massive bloody thing is hovering in mid-air.]

Was killing it necessary?

[The bloody lump of... whatever the living hell Crowley's Hellhound has found shakes in mid-air, the bones crunching with a quick snap of her jaws as she swallows part of it whole, before dropping the other half on the ground. The snow then puffs upward in a spray of crystals as Growley drops obediently at Crowley's feet.

The NV moves for a moment or two before Crowley pockets it, though you can still hear him speaking before the feed shuts off.]

Last time I ask you to fetch me a bloody steak, stupid beast.

ooc; You can find Crowley and his hellhound in person if you're wandering around Sector Three!

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But it's my very favorite Bible story.

You and your Romans.

Much can be learned by studying the Romans, Lucifer, if you remove your head from your ass.

[He can't quite bite back this smile. It's like talking to an extremely precocious one year old. Daddy loves you, Crowley, the way he loves battery acid.]

One of us actually knew the Romans, Crowley, and it isn't the one wearing a short balding man for a suit.

But you're right. You've learned plenty about the knife-in-the-back trick. Not that it's any surprise to those of us who know you. Except maybe to Castiel, but we can cut him some slack. He was home-schooled.

[And here, Crowley laughs. Because oh, how cute. You think the art of backstabbing is lost on poor naive Castiel. Right. Of course it is. That explains why he's dead and Crowley is left holding the mess.

But Lucifer doesn't need to know any of that, and even if he did, Crowley sure as hell wouldn't tell him.]

Oh, honestly. You act as if you honestly give a damn about the fact that I'm not a loyal mindless slave.

It's almost heartwarming, the amount of effort.

[The comment had been a subtle test--to see how bitter Crowley is, if he knows whatever it was that Balthazar knew. And Crowley's reaction gets another smile, but one of relief. A backstabbing, duplicitous Castiel is easier to deal with than a sanctimonious angel.]

Oh, I know. I think it's this homesickness, I see demons and I think, what could I have done to raise you better?

By the by, I saw your hound out the other day. Nice job, I should have let Lilith make you the puppy raiser. Let me guess: you fed her her own mother. That's where she got the bulk right?

[Crowley does not like that smile. He does not like it at all. But he simply rolls his eyes to the side, toward his dog, who is at attention just behind him. No longer relaxed and enjoying herself, she is simply silently waiting. The ever-present guardian for her master.]

I think the key is not whipping them.

[Somewhat dryly.]

It does wonders to their bone structure.

I guess that explains why she's such a loving pet. Not your only one here, now, is she?

She's only loving when I ask her to be.

[Quite evenly. If Crowley asked his Hellhound to, half of this city would be dead. She isn't something to be taken lightly.]

And you created them, didn't you? You know the answer as well as I.

[Crowley is in command of the Hellhounds at home, but he only has one that he calls his own.]

Yes, I heard about some of her adventures. Chuck should write novels about her instead of the Winchesters; he'd have a bigger fanbase.

[Lucifer prefers even his enemy's Hellhound to the human boys. But then again, it's Growley. Who doesn't?]

You know what's interesting about you, Crowley, is that even though you'll never be able to create things you're still so...innovative. I'd bet Gabriel's spare tires that you had some big experiments lined up back home. Don't get lazy here. I don't really care what you do, as long as you do something. You have too much potential to go wasting it.

[Bland smile, one that masks whether or not he's even being serious.]

[Crowley is silent, at that, ignoring the jab about his dog. And while Crowley is perfectly still and neutral, the hellhound is not. There is the slightest amount of growling, when Lucifer is finished, as she presses against the demon enough for him to be nudged slightly to the left. Overprotective and extraordinarily good at her job, there is something about what Lucifer said that the dog does not like.

The slightest click of his tongue against his teeth and the hellhound falls silent, obedient and loyal, but she's still pressed against her master, staring with her blood-red eyes into the camera, almost as if Lucifer was going to reach through the NV and strangle Crowley before her eyes.

He reaches backward with a hand to gently pat the dog on the chest without looking at it, to calm her down, before he speaks.]

I would hate to disappoint.

[Lucifer just watches, able to see the hellhound, able to watch every move until she's no longer in the screen.

Another plan forms, and Lucifer's week is officially made a Good Week.]

The corporations don't know she's here, do they?

If they don't, they're incredibly blind and stupid.

[It isn't as if Crowley has made any secret of the fact that he has his Hellhound here -- but there's the slightest cold edge in his tone.

Crowley doesn't particularly give two fucks what Lucifer does in this city so long as he leaves what two or three individuals Crowley deems worth living alone.

And he swears to whatever God isn't there, if Lucifer lays one finger on his dog, Crowley will rip out his eyes and deliver them personally to Michael on a silver fucking platter.]

[The honest truth is that Lucifer doesn't want the corporations getting their hands on her. That is, in fact, in the list of the five things he least wants to happen. God probably doesn't even know what they could do with any information Growley's body would give them.]

Are you recovering from a brain injury? Dipping into Sammy's private stash? why would you let them notice her?

Trust me, I want nothing to do with Sam's private stash.

[Quite curtly, though this is beginning to amuse him, and Crowley leans backwards against his dog, crossing his arms across his chest.]

Well, anything to piss you off, darling, and I'm right on board. Isn't that right?

[Mere mortal humans could never hope to capture Growley. On her own, she's a formidable force of nature all by herself. And even if they did manage to capture his dog to run experiments on her, Crowley would systematically destroy every single individual who dared to be so stupid. Besides, it isn't as if the corporations have paid much mind to Crowley. He's been minding his manners quite nicely.

Well, not really. He hasn't at all, actually. But he's been clever about it.]

I was out with a human who was able to spot her the other day, so don't think because she's big and well-trained and not bipedal that she's safe from the corporations. If you want her to get Voided, vivisected, and then butchered...well you go right on ahead, Crowley. You're on the right track.

[And there ends his capacity to give any fucks. It's not his dog, and he has his own pets to worry about.]

Good talk, wasn't it?

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