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Light streamed in through the curtains, birds sang outside the window, it was a quiet and peaceful morning. All mornings had been. Even so, Beelzebub tried to close their eyes again and go back to sleep, a new concept they were trying out. So far, they didn’t know if they liked it or not. They almost succeeded until the sound of glass shattering rang through the small home.
In an instant, they shot out of bed, only then realizing Gabriel wasn’t in the room with them. He wasn’t sold on the idea of sleep but did appreciate laying next to Beelzebub for hours on end. His disappearance was not like him. The former duke of hell’s mind was thrown into a panicked frenzy, and they ran out of the room with a swarm of agitated flies bent on destruction and revenge if need be.
They saw Gabriel standing in the living room, "Sweetness? What’s happened?"
"Oh, you’re up! Good morning. Don’t freak out." He sent them a smile they knew all too well. He was up to something. He looked over to the other side of the living room. Beelzebub followed his gaze.
On their pristine black sofa sat the traitorous demon Crowley, and by his feet was a smashed bottle of what appeared to be whisky.
"What the fuck!"
"Hello boss! Just wanted to pop by and see how the honeymoon retirement thing is going." Crowley leaned back in his chair and pulled off his sunglasses before putting them in his shirt pocket.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Crowley put his hands up in a surrendering manner but said nothing else.
"He’s drunk off his ass." Gabriel informed, taking a seat on the opposing sofa.
Crowley gave a quick, slurred objection, "I am not!" but they both ignored him.
"I came to get some hot chocolate, and he was already on the sofa. He won’t tell me why he’s here. I thought I could deal with him before you were up."
Beelzebub sighs and takes a seat next to Gabriel. "Why didn’t you smite him or something?"
Gabriel hesitates and looks at the demon, his demon, not the one mumbling to himself about their living room decor: "He didn’t kill me when I came to the bookshop. Killing him now would make me an asshole."
"But, honey, you are an asshole." Beelzebub pointed out and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Least you’re self-aware, I suppose." The demon Crowley inserted himself back into their conversation. The couple stared at him, and he stared back. Finally, he gave up and looked down to his hands, "He left me. Just, fucked right off. First chance he got." The serpentine demon looked like a kicked puppy. It made Beelzebub sick.
They looked back to Gabriel; he raised his eyebrows, and they sighed. "Lovely, go get the good wine." Gabriel said nothing but gave them a peck on the cheek before leaving for the kitchen.
"We’re going to get plastered to make you feel better. Then you’re going to tell us what happened and get the hell out of here." Beelzebub whispered only when their angel was out of hearing range.
Crowley just nodded. "Understood."