Singed wings
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He had felt the guilt over the past 6000 years in which he had remained close to the demon. And he never even told Crowley that it was all his fault.
He had so many chances. So, so many. And the only thing he did, was to stay close to her, trying to make up for it all.
And did it work? He let out a fake laugh. Of course not. He still felt bad. No, not the right word. He felt terrible. Oh so terrible for all of it.
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Or, Aziraphale enters heaven and then the Metatron lets him suffer when he sends him to earth in a painful way
Btw, this was inspired by a TikTok video from david_crowley_ , at least the start was. The turn of events was my own idea :3
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