(Raphael is Crowley in this and azazel is aziraphale.)
Azazel have been bored doing the same thing for about..10 years? Maybe more.
There wasn't much to do yet at 700 B.C. obviously because there wasn't phones and people were already killing each other for games.
Azazel have been hearing for a bit about how there was a new myth about a Greek gods daughter. Her name was medusa.
Rumor had it that she was "so ugly that if you look at her, youll turn to stone" while other rumors say that "if she looks at you, you'll turn to stone"
There are hundreds of rumors. Either true or not. No one knows. It seemed like a fun thing to find out for themself. Plus, why would he worry? He's a demon. He can't exactly be turned to stone easily.
So, you can only guess what he was doing. Looking for the assuming mortal, medusa.
"I wonder if Raphael had heard this..myth. I wonder how he is." Azazel mumbled to himself as he walked towards a small house.
Azazel had looked at many places where people said she has lived. This was Just one out of many more.
He looked at the house up and down before he walked inside as if he lived in there.
But, right when he stepped in, the first thing he noticed was a bunch of plants, and his feet burning.
"Satan's Christ!- what kind of killer lady blesses their house!" Azazel said as he started basically tap dancing.
"What kind of demon comes into my house?" A loud voice beamed from behind a door. To Azazel, it sounded very familiar.
The doors opened, and a lady with snakes as hair came in. She was beautiful. Actually, she looked a lot like Raphael.
"Raphael?"
"Azazel? What in heavens sake are you doing here?" Raphael asked.
"More like what are you doing turning people into stone? That seems more like what I'd do." Azazel asked as he continued to move weirdly.
"Satan- it feels like walking in the beach in bare feet-" azazel said.
Raphael sighed and she basically pushed him out of the house. "I'm not turning good people into stone. Only the evil and bad."
"You'd be shock on how many men actually want to hurt helpless women and children! I'm only helping the helpless from them!"
Azazel sighed. "That is not your job Raphael. Your job is to do good."
"I am doing good azazel! I'm saving people from abusers. From people who'll assault them! That is good!"
"You're turning people into stone! The Almighty won't like that."
"Well she also doesn't like humans hurting others. " Raphael sighed.
"If she doesn't like it, I'll be sent to hell. Big deal. These people need someone to defend them. Their oblivious. Plus, it's only for a little bit."
Azazel sighed and he turned his back towards her. "Whatever you say Raphael." He mumbled before he left again.
Hundreds of years later, people came to somewhat idolize her. Even get tattoos with meaning against them.
And, everytime Raphael sees those tattoos, they can't help but feel..a bit sad.
Because she knows the meeting behind the tattoos. She knows those people, men, women, anyone. She knows they have felt with something no one should.
