"W - What are you doing here?", Crowley called out loud in fear, slowly backing away from the screen. He couldn't take his eyes off Gabriel, standing in Head Office' blue, shimmering light like a God. His blue suit with the purple tie never had a single stain on it and he was smiling insanely.
Suddenly, the demon wanted nothing more to spill the archangels' muddy blood all over it. But he wasn't like that. He was still the Good One. Altough Gabriel had never believed it. And for all this hate to him, all the pain he had caused, he had to pay.
Crowley forced himself to look further in Gabriels glowing eyes. No sign of a single emotion, just mischief and bitterness. The eyes of a man, an entity who had never seen the real sky. Who had never experienced true love. Who had been born to serve for Her. Who had lied to Her.
Who had never felt guilty. For anything.
The archangel smirked, quickly adjusting his tie before he answered:
"C'mon, Raphael. I know what you're up to, but face the truth. You aren't worth being an angel. The world doesn't need someone like you. But humans are so stupid. They think they would know what is best for them, it's nothing like that. They only destroy theirselves. They are dying, Raphael. And nobody cares. Isn't it sad being human and no one asks how you feel? Isn't it strange, Raphael? So why you even chose living among those creatures?"
His voice was like tiny needles, being driven in his ears. Sharp and cold, bickering and mocking. Crowley would have jumped through the screen, lifting Gabriel up in the air and strangle him. God, he hated him more than ever. He fucking hated him.
Did he even know what he had done back then in Heaven? Did he even know how he felt? Did he even know what She had said about him?
The Ginger swallowed hard, then taking a deep breath.
"Because I have a life here!"
With a snap of his fingers, Crowley switched off the Tv and sank back on the couch.
Now, he was tired. Utterly, utterly tired.
He turned in his serpent form, curling up in a tiny ball. Crowley imagined Aziraphale sitting next to him while telling stories about the glory days. He would brush his hair and sing songs about far places on Earth he wanted to visit with him. And he would tell him about Queen, how he had been to their concerts in 1986. That he had been there when Freddie died. He had bended over his lifeless, bruised body, trying to fix him again. It had been too late for him.
That was the problem about cheating death. Falling from Heaven was like experiencing it live altough you were immortal.
And if Aziraphale ever fell, he would be there to comfort him.
Little did he know it was almost too late.
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The A in Angel
Fanfiction"The last 24 hours had been hard for the demon to forget. He had never experienced a breakup, that was such a human thing. He had always believed that he could deal with it...well, at this point, Crowley had been wrong. Utterly, utterly wrong. So, t...
