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Crowley is a demon.
Aziraphale is an angel.
6000 years after the garden of Eden, after Armageddon, after both sides have been left completely without countermeasures, the demon with the Golden Eye finally held his most beloved and perfect lover in the world in the arms. Crowley attempts to come up with a plan: how to tell Aziraphale the truth.
Crowley is a demon, but he is not just any demon. After all, he is the snake from the garden of Eden, tempter of humans.
He had a well known name before he became Crawly: Satan (or as you may know him, Lucifer).
Of course, that is a long story, so let us turn back the clock, to begin 6000 years ago.
The sky was bright in the days long past, and the air was full of intoxicating floral fragrance. Both the yellow sand and the smoke were blocked outside the gates of the Garden of Eden. God gently placed the fragile humans she had created into the beautiful peaceful garden she had prepared for them.
"What is that?" Lucifer ask God. "They are weak."
And with that, war began and soon a third of the angels took a freestyle dive in a sulfur pool.
Adam and Eve remained blissfully unaware.
Thus, however unfair it may seem, Lucifer decided to visit them.
"Have you tried all of the food here?" The golden-eyed snake black snake asked, coiling around the solitary Eve.
"I have, except that apple." Eva pointed to the tall apple tree in the middle of the garden. Bright red apples hid in the bushy green trees.
"Oh, that is delicious."
"But..."
"Come on, it's delicious."
And then? Everyone knows what followed. When Adam and Eve left their cave the next day, it is not surprising that god did not want to see them at all.
"Where is Raphael?" Lucifer slithered around the garden. He hoped his former workmate would not see him. God had given Raphael a flaming sword, and Lucifer did not want to get hit on the snout.
He saw someone standing at the eastern gate. The wind was blowing, the angel's white robe rippled in the wind.
He thought about it carefully for a moment. Seeing that Raphael did not have his flaming sword, he turned himself into a serpentine shape and quietly slithered up to the angel.
He was sure that Raphael had not seen him before. Even though they were workmates once, they had never really interacted before. Raphael had always been the blazing angel responsible for Eden, while Lucifer had assisted God in the creation of stars, like Alpha Centauri.
But ask him how he recognised Raphael? Well, that's a secret. ⊙▽⊙
Raphael, who had lost his sword, stood alone in the wind.
"He seems to be crestfallen." Lucifer glanced up at the white figure.
He shifted himself into a humanoid form. Standing so close to one of his enemies, he felt a crackle of nerves, his heart pounding like a drum.
"Well, that went down like a lead balloon."
"I’m sorry. What was it you were saying?"
"I said, that one went down like a lead balloon."