Chapter 2: Moses

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Chapter 2: Moses
By Aziraphale

  I woke up in the middle of the night, coughing. There was smoke everywhere in the room, coming from outside, and I could hear people screaming in the street. I got out and saw pharaoh's soldiers in the streets, taking the baby slaves from their parents and killing them with sickles, sometimes killing the parents as well. No, no, no. I had to find them. After looking everywhere, I found the mother, her daughter and new baby, safe and sound. They looked at me, fear and shock in their eyes.
  'Give me some cloth, I'll distract them!'
  She hesitated, trying to find out whether I was going to betray them or not, then handed it to me. The guards were hurrying towards us. She hid the baby, who thankfully made no sound, and they noticed me, with a package pressed again me that seriously looked like a baby. I ran away and hid in an alley. Most of them just kept on running but one saw me. He was about to rip me when the enormous snake caught him.
  'Crowley?'
  'Angel!' He turned back human and faced me. 'Are you alright?' He said, his eyes glowing.
  'Yes, my dear. Don't worry, I'm doing just fine.'
  'What were you thinking?!'
  'Well...'
  My eyes somehow fell on the cloth. He sighed.
  'Fine. Give me the...'
  'Crowley wait!' I warned him, trying to stop him from taking the package, but too late.
  '... Baby... ?'
  I was uncomfortable. Even ashamed. He looked at me sternly, and started to get mad.
  'You were a distraction? You almost got discorporated for a *distraction*?!'
  'I had it under control!' I replied.
  We shouted at each other for a moment. Was he... Worried about me?
  The next morning, we made up. We were hiding in the bulrushes on the bank of the Nile, watching the mother placing the baby in a basket and pushing it in the river.
  'Actually...' I started.
  'What?'
  'I have another favor to ask.'
  'Owing me your life isn't enough?' He responded.
  I stared at him with imploring eyes.
  'Angel... Angel NO!'
  Five minutes later, the snake-Crowley was pushing the basket to lead it to the pharaoh's palace, to the Princess of Egypt. I hurried there and arrived just in time to see him turn back human and give the baby to the Princess.
  'Hum... Princess of Egypt? Is that you? So, er... This is a present from your gods... Lots of those these times...' He added. 'You will take him to pharaoh, and he is to raise him like his son.'
  The princess glanced at Crowley.
  'What's his name?'
  He took the baby to his face, looked at him, and said:
  'Well, if you ask, he looks like a moses to me.' He handed the boy to the princess. 'He's very dear to someone who's... Important to me, so... Take good care of him.'
  I paused.
  'Important?' I muttered.
  I ran away, my heart pounding.

***

  Crowley joined me near the Nile, like nothing had happened.
  'Hey Angel, I've got wine at my temple, maybe you could join me for a drink, what do you think?' He asks naturally.
  My heart is still pounding like mad because of what he said at the palace. I couldn't.
  'No.'
  'Oh, then…'
  'It was a mistake, okay? We're an angel and a demon, we can't be important to each other!' I continue.
  Even though I almost just confessed, he seemed hurt…
  'Yup. Mistake. Got it… Won't happen again.'
  I left him there, without a glance back. I could feel my face blushing and I knew that if I did look back, I wouldn't have been able to go. Why, I didn't know.

***

  The next morning, I decided to go to Crowley's temple for the drink he proposed. I brought a plant I had found and that I knew for sure he would like and walked to the temple. I found him completely drunk, lying on the floor. Well, it seemed that he had started without me.
  'Angel? What are you doing here?'
  'Well, I thought I might join you for this drink, but I see you've already started.'
  I sat beside him. I knew I messed up when I rejected him, the day before. I put the plant on the floor and turned to the drunk demon.
  'I shouldn't have… Well, this is for you, if you sober up.'
  He looked at my gift and closed his eyes. A moment after, when he opened them again, his eyes were a lot brighter and I knew he had sobered up.
  'Thank you, Angel.'
  'I… I'm sorry, Crowley.'
  'Nah, that's fine. I get it.' he looked away. 'I'm a demon, I inspire evil, even when I don't mean to… But you, you're just… An angel.'
  'That's nothing to do with that!'
  I put my hand on his shoulder. Why did he feel like this? He refused to look at me, as if he had done something unforgivable. That's true I didn't know him for long, but it was long enough for me to know he was different. He… had always been, since the beginning.
  'You wouldn't hurt a soul, my dear.'
  The appellation stopped him, but he said, though accepting my comfort:
  'Don't talk to me like we're friends…'
  'Well, maybe we are,' I smiled.
  He smiled in return. At least, I had fixed one thing.

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