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He was shot. [He spoke that slowly, his eyes voracious for Abduxel's expression. Curious, curious -- this reaction was a surprise. Chilton had yet to measure the demon's capacity for empathy, but he wouldn't have anticipated such investment.] Will Graham had shot him. I recovered, obviously.

[Though it took the better half of a year, and Chilton couldn't use the restroom properly for most of that. He lost a kidney and kept the incision scar.]

You're highly aware of power dynamics. [An observation.] You're sensitive to them. Is that something you understood to this degree before or after your demonic transformation?

[He acknowledges the conclusion of the story silently. Chilton hadn't directly replied to his final statement, but he took the non-answer as implicit agreement. The question makes him look away to think a moment, like he isn't quite sure he remembers.

With the return of a faint smirk,] In bed? Well, yes. I understood it quite well.

But as for the rest of it, ah, I had a lot of learning to do. Corrective torture is huge in Hell, I'll have you know.

[For a moment, a split second, Chilton looked alarmed. "Corrective torture is huge in Hell" -- something innate and quieted from the base of his spine found sound reason to twitch at that alarming statement. From a metaphysical perspective, Chilton didn't consider himself a likely candidate for not Hell. Legally, he had concerns. Spiritually, he had concerns. And personally, he feared being subjected to any breed of asylum, no matter how mystical.

So for that moment, he was alarmed. And then he beckoned his Baltimore logic.]

Hell doesn't exist in my world. Or rather, it does, but we simply call it daily reality. [More a statement than an attempt at a joke.] Is that a problem for you, here? Punitive correction? Luce -- He seems somewhat hands-off.

Do you really know that, Doctor? When I traded my soul away, I didn't think there was a Hell, either. Isn't that funny? Look how it all turned out.

[He gestures, spreading his hands. He really does seem to find it funny, in a rueful sort of way.

As for Lucifer, he hesitates a moment. Lucifer burned him with holy weaponry, but it didn't really fall under the criteria of the question; it wasn't a punishment, it was an experiment. He decides it isn't relevant.]

It hasn't been a problem. But then again, it was never by His hand directly. There's a hierarchy.

[Concurrent with Raina's post.]

Your girlfriend is going to get me killed, and then how will you know anything about Him? Keep her under control!

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Let's not assume I haven't other ways of discovering the devil. [Like visiting his crazy church in Miami!] Did you peer into Crane's past, then? And you surrendered that information?

[none of ur business wow]

Unbelievable.

I'm talking to her about it as we speak. You are welcome!

Thank you, but it's far too late. I'm holding the two of you accountable for whatever happens to me next.

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That... might be the most accurate way to put it. [Dr. Chilton probably doesn't need a detailed explanation of how utterly different Free magic is from the Charter.]

Not to my knowledge. And disagreeing doesn't necessarily make them enemies- We're not simply going after anyone who disagrees with registration, or happens to be a vigilante.

However, if any of them prove a threat to people from this world, I won't hesitate to deal with them as necessary- I know not every imPort is familiar wit the supernatural, so RISE may need my help, regardless of my feelings about the individual in question.

Clarify how you can construe my responsibility into this complication?

Don't play coy with me right now. I know the two of you share everything.

She did not share such explicit information about Crane's sad, pathetic childhood. That's what I'm gathering, having examined her conversation with him. It seems both sad and pathetic.

Believe me, I would have really enjoyed that.

[But only because Chilton hadn't seen her until just recently. Raina had been recovering from Crane's attack, and Chilton was far more invested in her health than her gossip. Whatever secrets had yet to be shared likely would soon unravel between them, in hushed and smirking tones.]

She didn't share her intentions to go ahead and tell him what I'd learned, either, then? How am I expected to "team up" with two people when I certainly can't trust at least one of them? As for you, that remains to be seen!

I am your psychiatrist, Abduxel! We know things about each other that no one else can claim to know. If you cannot trust me, then who can you trust?

Evidently, not a single human being on Earth, and I'll struggle to believe otherwise until it's demonstrated to me, Doctor.

If you're convinced that Crane will now maneuver against you, then you need to outmaneuver him first.

I don't know when she told him. When did he attack her? He's likely been plotting since.

[Sighs to himself IRL as he packs an overnight bag to go sleep somewhere else. Again. Why does this happen to him so much?]

Who did you trade your soul away to, if you hadn't considered there to be a Hell in your universe?

[It was a question burnt of curiosity, and perhaps a little skepticism. Chilton knew his personal devil: Hannibal Lecter. He knew that Hannibal had orchestrated something horrific for him, and it was waiting back home like the tick of an eternal clock. He knew this because Freddie Lounds had so glibly informed him of that much. Hannibal created Hell for his victims, and the length of that agony was determined by what degree of humanity he would deem you.]

I'll side with our fiery, mutual acquaintance on this one issue: I find that humanity is the greater evil. We even have hierarchies of our own. [A beat.] Though perhaps it would be rude of me to inquire where you stood upon yours.

A week prior. This has not been an easy recovery.

[For Chilton, mostly.]

He hasn't hurt you as of this moment, has he? And you already know his itinerary. I'd expect a fear gassing, were I you.

So strike first.

It was a ritual. I didn't know anyone was listening.

[He says it reluctantly; he's told others, here, but saying it to Chilton feels especially exposing.

He gives Chilton a little look at that question-not-question.]

Just ask it, if you're going to ask. The answer is not at the top, not at the bottom. I've been a demon only ninety years. [To clarify,] That's very young.

[He looks at his fingers idly, like he's distracted. Airily,] Anyway, I think I've held up my end of the deal, Dr. Chilton.

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I'm open to suggestions.

What are the terms of his contract with our favorite archangel?

Trick him into breaking that contract. Let Crane be the meal of a larger predator.

I'll let you know how it goes, if I haven't been smote from existence. It's a shame, we never did get to experiment on your desk. What a tragic loss for you.

You're being melodramatic. Play the optimist, Abduxel: when you accomplish this, then you will truly deserve that experimentation, won't you?

You'll be empowered. You'll have reclaimed the dignity that Crane attempted to evaporate.

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