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When he had first fallen, everything was new for him and all the other beings that eventually became known as demons. So much had changed, but one thing was made clear to them right away. Love was stripped away from them, they weren’t allowed to feel or receive it.
Some demons had agreed, becoming completely uncaring and cold towards everything. Others, including Crowley, had protested. After what they went through together, shouldn’t they support each other? Not become the monsters that Heaven had claimed they were?
The first corporations had been issued that day and they had been discorporated one by one. No one protested again after that. Slowly they all became cold, cruel, bitter, angry . Anger at Heaven and at Hell. At the two humans that She allowed to love, given everything to. Crowley had taken care of that, whispered in their ears, and watched as they committed the first sin.
But She hadn’t taken everything away from them. Sure, they were kicked out of the garden, but She didn’t take their love from them. He watched with bitterness as they held hands and left the garden together. He watched as they still had a smile on their face, were still happy despite everything.
He slithered up to the angel, ready to flaunt his victory, but the angel had surprised him. He was polite and hadn’t treated Crowley like he was below him. And then it started raining. But before he could curse and try to find shelter, there was a fluttering noise and the rain stopped. Crowley had looked up and saw the angel was sheltering him , with a wing. Him . A demon. Someone who had been tossed out of Heaven.
Crowley had smiled, feeling something deep inside him. The tiniest bit of happiness, caused by an angel.
6000 years later
Crowley smiles as he fondly watches Aziraphale reading his newest book. Aziraphale has a gentle smile on his face, his brow furrowed slightly as he concentrates on reading. He has everything he could want.
Crowley still remembers being told he wasn’t allowed to feel love all those years ago, and how long it took for him to accept he could and did feel love. He loves movies and shows, his plants, his cottage, his car, and most of all he loves Aziraphale. He loves his angel so so much.
Aziraphale seems to notice the attention and looks up at him, “Crowley,” he says with a smile, “Why are you staring at me?”
“Just thinking about how happy I am,” Crowley says with a sappy look on his face.
Aziraphale’s eyes widen slightly and his smile turns fonder, “I am also very happy with you, my dear. I love you so very much.”
“And I love you too, Angel.”