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kill an archangel….

It wasn't that Crowley was against it - in fact, he could name four right off the cuff that he'd be completely fine if they met their end quickly and painfully. It's just that - outright murder wasn't really his style. He fell because his big mouth got him in trouble, not because of any outright actions he'd preformed. and.. well, he would never admit to missing their creator - but he certainly did not miss her fan club. they'd been one of two angels of the millennia that hadn't been completely insufferable, but really, Aziraphale was the only one worth knowing. the rest of them could rot for all he cared.

but to actually kill them. himself. no tricks or schemes. well. that might be a bit harder to contemplate, not to mention actually do.

Aziraphale tolerated a lot of trash talk about his superiors - but would he tolerate murder? probably not. and to learnt that Crowley had done so to save Aziraphale own life? worrisomely - Crowley was pretty sure his fiend was well past conditioned to believe he wasn't worth that. it was something Crowley had been shipping at for a very long time, and he wasn't confident that he'd made the progress he'd like in that regard.

he was going to find a way to do it, regardless. he just kept getting hung up on the little details. like.. how was he suppose to kill an archangel. satan's left tit, and wasn't that the real problem. Aziraphale lived in constant fear of them for his entire existence for a very real reason
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it was likely azirpahle was receiving some simmilar recal; in the mean time, crolewy kept his head down and tried to disappear in the horads assembled before beezabuble. Satan wasn't far behind, quietly watching his dark council issues the ordesr, but otherwise hands off. his mind was probably miles away.

all deals nad treties where off- voided as if they never existated. it was open season on the other side, the only stipulation is that nothing was to allert the humans that something was amiss. Adam had been very clear on that measure; heaven and hell had wanted thier way - so Adam gave his blessing. the only rule either side had anymore was Earth wasn't to be impacted in anyway. they hadn't been barried - but if a human so much as sneezed becuase of them, adam was declaiing both sides the loosers.

and no one wanted to know what that ment to a pre-teen.

unfortualty for crolwey- it also ment that all that work to get him azirpahle as [person non grata] was in vain. a demon immunie to holy water was suddenly the veyr thing the dark councle wanted in the ranks. if crolwey died out there - it was only a matter of time before word reached the angels, and azirpahle was in very real danger.

it did however mean crolwey had some bargining power. all deals might have been cvoid - but that didn't mena they couldn't make new ones. crowley would just have to get word to adam not to clear the slate again liek that if he could help it.

it was only a matter of time befor ehtye sniffed him out of the unwaches masses and drag him up to face the council. hastur sneared, openly hateful whiel the others looked cross between borad or uneasy.

"I'm not leading anything" he started with - the closer contac twith demons the high chance of him getting splashed by mistake. beside - what did he know about leading anything? he'd always run solo, everyone prefered it that way in the past.

"we're not trusting you to lead anything," bezzable intoned, "But heaven has just as many reasons to make your eistance mistrable as the rest of us. at lewast we have a erprieve at some point. you wont."

not if he wanted to keep azirpahle safe, he didn't. actually....

"Join us in the war, and when we win, we will allow you to slither off to where ever you can. there will be no effort made to hunt you . same deal as before."

"Me and the angel."

"hmm?"

"if we wi-"

"-WHEN"

"-when we win, you leave me /and/ the priciplaity azriaphle alone. he won't bother you if you don't bother him."

"There will be no suriviors when we win - we will destory every one of htem."

"Call it spoils of war. If-When we win, he's mine. I claim him now as my war prize."

ther was a few noises of disbelieve ment - haster was a spurrting mess of rage, but before anyone could argue, Satan himself pipped into the conversation - "Kill an archangel for me, Corlwey. with your own hands. And you can claim as many angels as your slaves as you please."

He turned to the masses beofr ehim, rasing his voice for hte entire nine circles to hear - "Any wish granted to any demon who brings me the wings of an anchangel. no other stings attached, no carfeul wording needed."

crolwey shuddered in place, heart frozen.

"No trickery, or subterfuse, Dear." Satan murmered to him, moving to stand behind him an dpreen in his ear. "Kill an anrchangels - sully your hands in their blood, and i will give you your pressious pricipliaty to rule over until the end of time."

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