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“S’called Pride,” Crowley told the Lord of the Files. “Deadly Sin, right? That’s why I need to go. Make sure they’re, um, Sinful enough.”
Dagon scowled, obligatorily. But they signed the time-off paperwork.
~ ~ ~
“It’s an important festival,” Aziraphale explained. “Very Virtuous, all about promoting Love. I really oughtn’t to miss it.”
The angel across the desk yawned… and stamped approval.
~ ~ ~
It was not, by celestial criteria, an extraordinarily Virtuous occasion. And it certainly wasn’t Sinful.
But they met, and they stood together: angel and demon, joining throngs of humans celebrating themselves and taking pride in their love.
It was beautiful.