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Aziraphale's screams are scarring the minds of Yachempusa and Lucifer; it's not a pleasant sound to hear even when it dies down. It keeps Luciver awake and it makes Yachempusa not want to leave but she has to on the next guard-shift so she can tell Crowley what's been going on in person because Lucifer is telling them via Yaeth through a mental mind-link.

"You're done," Allin says as he slow over with Aebos and two Angel guards, Queshael and Bariel. "We'll take over."

"Okay," Yachempusa replies. "Don't go too crazy. The screams are mentally scarring."

"I know," Allin replies. He hates the torture part but his job gets him all kinds of good things in Hell, such as extra rations.

Yachempusa leaves and she goes up and goes to the bookshop. "Please tell me there's a plan," she demands. "Those screams are driving me insane."

"How bad is it?" Crowley asks. "Lucifer keeps us updated through Yaeth, but she's not always here."

Yachempusa sighs and she sits down on the sofa and explains everything to him and Muriel.
******

Yachempusa watches in concern as Crowley paces, going over the words she just told him.

"Is it just his back they're cutting up?" Muriel asks.

"Yes," Yachempusa replies. "For now... But they're running out of space. They'll start on the front soon."

Yaeth comes running in, panting as she kneels down to place her hands on her legs. Again, in a hurry.

"Yaeth?" Yachempusa hurries over and she soothes the daughter of a Knight of Hell and a Demon.

"The Angels found out about the pain," Yaeth says. "They want to start torturing him themselves again."

Crowley stops pacing and he whips his head over her, his serpent eyes brighter and bigger than ever because of his anger. These last two years, he thought Aziraphale was happy and ruling Heaven, and then he found out that the Angel had been betrayed and arrested.

"What!?" Crowley hisses. "No, it's bad enough the demons do it..."

"I know," Yaeth replies. "Lucifer says that they'll be busy tonight. He'll cause a distraction. "Naera and Druka will grab the blade and get it to Zabduyelch and he'll bring it here."

"And this," Muriel says as they enter with a large yellow pot, "is full of holy water so don't touch it, demons. It's for the blade."

"And it can be a weapon if demons come after Aziraphale once we free him," Yachempusa says. "They will come after him."

"We'll need something to go against the Angels, too, just in case," Crowley says.

"Lafar is on it already," Yaeth says. "Lucifer sent him a mental note. We're getting the blade tonight. Naera and Druka will bring it here."

"Good," Muriel replies.
*******

That night, Druka and Naera come into the bookshop with a wooden box. Druka walks over and she hands the box to Muriel. They all go into the back room and the Angel removes the lid. Yaeth bites her nails as Muriel takes the knife out and drops it into the holy water and it disintegrates.

"Let Lucifer know the knife is gone," Muriel instructs calmly. They've taken over to helping plan things while Aziraphale is indisposed.

"Lucifer," Yaeth thinks, "the blade is gone."

"Good," Lucifer replies. "In one week, I will contact you with the freeing Aziraphale plan."

"Lucifer said he'd contact in a week," Yaeth translates. "They can't hurt him with the blade anymore."

"There's that," Crowley mutters, a hiss of anger still in his tone. "Is he in pain?"

"Yes," Yaeth replies after she mentally asks Lucifer. "Badly. He's crying, but keeps saying he deserves it."

Crowley sighs, his facial features falling drastically as he runs a hand over his face. He puts his hands flat on the table and he closes his eyes as he tries not to cry in concern and rage. He needs to get Aziraphale out of there. He forgave him as soon as Muriel to.d him he had been arrested and betrayed by the Angels, and even more so when he learned he was being tortured.

He turns and he goes up to the apartment. Crowley looks at the cross hanging on the wall and looks up. "What kind of God are you?" he asks. "Aziraphale is innocent. He's done nothing but follow You." His serpent eyes grow moist. "I'm glad I fell. I wouldn't want to follow You blindly if this is how You treat Your children, God!"

Crowley sits on Aziraphale's couch that he got in 1960 and he buries his face in his hands. He knows that God heard him, She probably just doesn't care. She doesn't even enforce the rules anymore, the Angels do, Michael does. 

"Why don't You care anymore?" Crowley whispers.

God looks down at Crowley. "He'll be okay, Crawley," She says to him and Crowley quickly.

"Then why..."

"It wasn't My decision," God says. She sounds angry that that makes Crowley crow curious. "That was Michael. I will have words with her soon. Aziraphale will be safe from the Angels."

Crowley scoffs. "Gee, thanks," he mutters. "My apologies for me not trusting You at Your word." 

"I understand," God replies. "Once Aziraphale is back, he is your responsibility, Crawley."

"I won't let him out of my sight," Crowley says softly, knowing that the Almighty fan heat him.

"Good."

Crowley closes his eyes. For the first time since he fell, he feels relieved after a conversation with God.

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