Eustass Kidd for Pirate King

"Run, angel! Run and don't look back!"

Aziraphale smiled at his friend, a slow sad stretch of his lips, "Oh dear boy, you know I can't do that. No more than you could turn and leave me behind."

it hurt, almost as much as the pain of hastur's blade digging into him, "But i did; I have, over and over...."

"perhaps. But You meant for me to follow you. I was just too stubborn to coincide the point to you. Crowley, you always came back to save me."

"I was too late at he book shop. i was too late, and.. and.. and Aziraphale , I gave up. You where gone, and I just quit."

"Do you think i will fair better if i where to loose you?"" he asked, sincere and bold. Hastur groaned behind Crowley, forcing the knife closer to his face

"Bastard..." he said fondly

"Our side Crowley. We go together now, and if that means going we go off into that good night, we go together"

against tears, Crowley could not help to smile, relaxing and going boneless in hastur's hold. the Duke struggled to hold him hostage, and to hold the cursed blade at the same time, and the moment the blade slipped form his fingers, Crowley let his skin and limbs slide away, making way for scales and teeth. His venom wouldn't kill a duke, but it would hurt, and it would give Aziraphale the opening he needed to move forward.

"Doesn't mean we should rage against it."

Tonight, there will be no dying of the light.