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he feel slike he should feel offended - stragners in his home as htey were. should feel offendided htat ey felt they had the right to inturude - to impl they could caef or his angel better than he could.
but the rub was that crowley was and had always been a solitary demon. before veythign when tits up, he'd been on the btterside of uppermanagment, to be sure. but he was a pycophant and he wasn't a friend. he didn't lurk in the croners of hte council room, begging for scraps,a nd he certaily had no place at the table. he'd cared for huamns sure, but they lives hwere short ether way, and often the best he could do in thses cases was keep them comfortable int heir last days of spiraling madness. his only friend was azripahle,a nd there had never been a precident lie t his before.
crawoley knew abotu heavens cult, he'd may be six thousand years removed - but he rememebred it. he was patient,a nd more then happy to take azirpahle's pace in what was going to be a slow severace of ties - even after thier mutal abrust retirement. he was ready for that; he'd been studied the humans who brove free and thrived for pointers on how to talked the backsteps that would enevably happened.
he was not prepared for this. after the epic rescur and escape, it whould havebeen tiem for thier happy ending. that's where all the other stories ended, after all. the hero wins and the two ride off intot he sunset. but the black serpant azriaple only staried blankely at him as he sprung free of the phone lines. he supposted he should be grateful that azirpahle had been aware enough to remmer to answer the hpnne, even if he didn't seem to understand that ded reformed in doing so.
he was free of heaven - not jsut long longer employed, but left eith the implication he didn't existat anylinger. crawly knew they'd have to laylow ont he matter of hte bookshop to keep the angels from fgiuring it out- but he hadn't imagingigned it wou;d be laying this low.
azirapahlewasn't afraid of him - had never shown the slightest hint of fear - but there level of recognition that crawly needed to find wan't there either. his angel was jsut a blnak vessel, being moved as he as instucted, looking back each time for mroe instruction. looking back at crowley for some hint of if he had beahved correctly. if corlwey asid nothing, the angel gre anxious.he'd drop to his knees before crowley, looing up exepcting to be abused.
the did the same when crowely told him he was good too.in the and, gabreil had helped him. gabriel had agreeed htat aziaphle had to be liberated, even if he had told crowley knwo was a bad time. crowley wondered. had grabreil taken advantage too? how far had his change of heard relly gone?
crolwy would direct his angel to other activited, food, books. often reading until his own thorat felt raw becuase azirpahel jsut looked down on the pages like they wher blank.
too soon, crowley knew he was out of his elemtn. this wheren't gettign worse, but they were getting better.
that's when azrmoi came. zabave adn gadreel not long after. crweoly couldnt;e vevn turn them away - they'd helped afterall.did he not at least ownt hem a chance to see azipahle for themselves.
crowely had alteast gotten his stolen moments. the three princes had been banned from earth once they fell. this was the first time in five thousand years the'd been topside. the first time in five thousand years they've openely brokent he treaty with Lucifer - a relatiation for the abuse he'd infliced ont hem in the creation of his son, which they saw as a breaking of treaty first. the first time in five thousand years that hte original guradians of edan had been reuinited. crawly had to alteast get a kic out of hte face they did so in the erpsant's home.
but the rub was that crowley was and had always been a solitary demon. before veythign when tits up, he'd been on the btterside of uppermanagment, to be sure. but he was a pycophant and he wasn't a friend. he didn't lurk in the croners of hte council room, begging for scraps,a nd he certaily had no place at the table. he'd cared for huamns sure, but they lives hwere short ether way, and often the best he could do in thses cases was keep them comfortable int heir last days of spiraling madness. his only friend was azripahle,a nd there had never been a precident lie t his before.
crawoley knew abotu heavens cult, he'd may be six thousand years removed - but he rememebred it. he was patient,a nd more then happy to take azirpahle's pace in what was going to be a slow severace of ties - even after thier mutal abrust retirement. he was ready for that; he'd been studied the humans who brove free and thrived for pointers on how to talked the backsteps that would enevably happened.
he was not prepared for this. after the epic rescur and escape, it whould havebeen tiem for thier happy ending. that's where all the other stories ended, after all. the hero wins and the two ride off intot he sunset. but the black serpant azriaple only staried blankely at him as he sprung free of the phone lines. he supposted he should be grateful that azirpahle had been aware enough to remmer to answer the hpnne, even if he didn't seem to understand that ded reformed in doing so.
he was free of heaven - not jsut long longer employed, but left eith the implication he didn't existat anylinger. crawly knew they'd have to laylow ont he matter of hte bookshop to keep the angels from fgiuring it out- but he hadn't imagingigned it wou;d be laying this low.
azirapahlewasn't afraid of him - had never shown the slightest hint of fear - but there level of recognition that crawly needed to find wan't there either. his angel was jsut a blnak vessel, being moved as he as instucted, looking back each time for mroe instruction. looking back at crowley for some hint of if he had beahved correctly. if corlwey asid nothing, the angel gre anxious.he'd drop to his knees before crowley, looing up exepcting to be abused.
the did the same when crowely told him he was good too.in the and, gabreil had helped him. gabriel had agreeed htat aziaphle had to be liberated, even if he had told crowley knwo was a bad time. crowley wondered. had grabreil taken advantage too? how far had his change of heard relly gone?
crolwy would direct his angel to other activited, food, books. often reading until his own thorat felt raw becuase azirpahel jsut looked down on the pages like they wher blank.
too soon, crowley knew he was out of his elemtn. this wheren't gettign worse, but they were getting better.
that's when azrmoi came. zabave adn gadreel not long after. crweoly couldnt;e vevn turn them away - they'd helped afterall.did he not at least ownt hem a chance to see azipahle for themselves.
crowely had alteast gotten his stolen moments. the three princes had been banned from earth once they fell. this was the first time in five thousand years the'd been topside. the first time in five thousand years they've openely brokent he treaty with Lucifer - a relatiation for the abuse he'd infliced ont hem in the creation of his son, which they saw as a breaking of treaty first. the first time in five thousand years that hte original guradians of edan had been reuinited. crawly had to alteast get a kic out of hte face they did so in the erpsant's home.
