Day 49 - 270 words - Prompt: small shoes

"Oh, 'ello Crawly" the words slurred our, syllables bleeding into each others. Crawly themselves remained frozen at the rock pile, looking at the
angel in mortification. feathers and grace are splattered and stern
across the dry ground, along with pieces of the angels corporation.

The smell of evil almost overwhelms the smell of angelic essences being spilled out, and they're not sure which is worse. "uh.. hey.. angel?"

"gimme... give me one moment, dear, and I'll be right... I'll be right with you."

stepping carefully around the mess, crawly made their way to the angel's side. "what happen to you?"

"A bit.. a bit of a miscommunication, i think."

"indeed." they knelt down, the air closer tot he angel thick with the smell of miracles. "you need any help?"

"I've got it.. just... just give me a moment."

Crawly could do tat, keeping watch to complete humans to go away and keep a watch out for whatever demons had attacked in the first place.

Slowly, Aziraphale had pulled himself together enough to sit up, and he listed to the side, staying upright only by Crawly's quick move to catch him.

"it... it smells like demons here, angel..."

Aziraphale nods against Crawly's shoulder, "hmm.. picking off angels for weapons."

Crawly looked at him oddly, "Weapons?"

Another nod. "Trying to arm themselves against Heaven. Can't blame them, but... can't condone it either.."

"so why'd they...." Crawly paused, before smiling softly. "Oh angel."

"Told them i didn't have them it. that i hid it from them, not.... completely untrue."

"they try to get you to tell them where it was?"

"they did.. thing is... i don't have the first idea were it has gone."