"You said that you didn't like me, back in the Armageddon, and you were so right." said Crowley, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You hate me. You said it yourself: I am one of the bad guys. You don't like me, you never did."
"Crowley..."
"You only see me as a demon, an enemy, nothing else. And I hate you for this, Supreme Archangel; I hate you!"
Aziraphale caressed Crowley's cheek, the demon softening at the touch.
"I'm here now." whispered Aziraphale.
He gently kissed his forehead and hugged him tight. Crowley hugged him back, crying.
"It will be alright."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
