Crowleys eyes opened quickly before realizing he had fallen asleep on the couch. He yawned, wiping the sand out of his eyes and stretched himself. He scanned the living room for possible clues on yesterdays' incident, but everything was quiet. The demon still shivered when he remembered Gabriels gawping, cold gaze resting on him like a snack. He wanted nothing more to hurt him. Hurt him so badly that even the bravest and most conceited archangel would fall to his knees, begging for mercy. That would be a favor to Her. A gift.
Her revenge on leaving her.
But still - it wasn't his nature. Anthony J. Crowley could be called whatever his fellows wanted, he would say No anyway. What was even the point in being evil? What was the point in being good?
There was no reason of not to say he couldn't do Good. Crowley had always done Good even if he didn't notice it at first sight. Maybe it hadn't been stuff like saving a child from getting hit by a car. Instead, it had been helping the most beautiful angel on Earth since Eden. He helped him because he had been in love since Aziraphale had put his wing over his head. Because he had to do like the Almighty had told him many many years ago.
Because nobody could stop him from falling in love.
Not even those heavenly bastards.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. While the demon rushed over to answer it, he thought about the mysterious dream from last night. He couldn't remember the details, but one thing he was very sure about: It had scared him. Altough Crowley was a demon and demons were scared of nothing - whoever had assumed this, had been a liar. Deep down, he gave Satan the credit.
It was ugly raining outside, but the Ginger opened the door to his apartment. He looked right. He looked left. Nothing. Shaking his head, Crowley went back inside. Someone had wanted to play tricks on him. Someone who hadn't even thought that he played tricks on a celestial being. Fallen, but still clever.
Putting on some Queen music, Crowley just wanted to relax. Maybe even watering his plants, he hadn't done this for months now. And maybe look after Warlock or Adam...okay, Adam was the one to be looked after.
Why then it seemed to him he had forgotten something? Something very important?
"Can't even remember saving his little friend!", a cold, female voice mocked him. Crowley froze, his face turning pale. That couldn't be. They wouldn't...
It was simply impossible.
Before even realizing what had just happened, he changed into his serpent form.
Archangel Michael tried to avoid the worst, but within seconds Crowleys teeth were buried deep in her flesh. With no instinct of letting go.
END OF BOOK 2
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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...
