Day 29 - 276 words - Prompt: i didn't mean it

Nothing looked special about this particular throne at first, but once Crowley freed them, the angel remained looking at him, stoic and calm, even as Quelamia differed themselves before them. The other angels had exploded in power when released, like stretching out after being forced still for too long.

this one barely moved, the only sign it was free was the flicker of inter flame and the slow rotation of their wheels.

Crowley wasn't sure what he'd just freed, but he felt nervous for the first time.

"I believe i heard you are called Crowley," the throne said finally, and Crowley found himself nodding mutely.

"The archangels have spoken of you quite a lot in recent times. A real thorn in their side it seems. Along with a Principality."

"Aziraphale." he offered, "I'm came here to find him."

"I've never heard of a Principality by that name; where they created post rebellion?"

"I un.. nah, i think he fought in it, actually? We uh... we don't talk about it if we can help it."

"I see." the wheels turned lazily, and it regarded Quelamia, "have them look for anyone they don't know; Gabriel seemed the most aggravated by these two, so don't look here in the hall - try something more in the open. it may not look like a pillar at all. it wouldn't need to be so wide to contain a principality."

They looked to Crowley, "Do you know what you've started in motion, Demon Crowley?"

"Something that's going to piss off Gabriel and Micheal. Hopefully something that gets me my friend back. After that, i don't really care."

"You may have started a new rebellion."

"Demon, remember. I don't care. I'm selfish. I just want Aziraphale back."