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Crowley dragged his gaze over the endless stacks of books. The words all blended together, devoid of meaning after a while. He glanced at the stack of titles in his arms, waiting to be sorted. Its not like Crowley knew where they went. Only Aziraphale knew. Crowley remembered the times Aziraphale would tell him of the stories of the good things he did during the day. He remembered the faint musings of classical music on the record player as he sat on his desk, writing who knows what. Crowley missed him. A pit of sadness and rage came over him. He shook it off. It was over. He would never see him again. And that was a good thing. He never liked him anyway. Muriel popped her head at the end of the bookshelf with another stack of books.
“Have you figured out where they go yet?” Muriel chirped. “You knew him best.”
Anger bubbled up in Crowley. Crowley took a breath. “No, I haven’t. How would I know? It’s all gibberish anyway.” Crowley growled. Crowley took another breath to calm himself down. It wasn’t her fault the angel had betrayed him.
Bang
A knock at the door. Muriel motioned for him to hide in the back room. Crowley wasn’t supposed to be here, but Muriel wanted him there. She felt he needed somewhere to go, instead of brooding at bars. He had reluctantly agreed to go with her. He heard Muriel open up the door. He heard muffled voices.
“….problem?”
“….supreme…angel….missing position…fallen,”
He couldn’t make out much. A pit in his stomach developed. The supreme archangel? What about him? Crowley shook it off. He didn’t care. He shouldn’t care. But he couldn’t shake that feeling. After a while, he heard the door slam and a muffled Muriel whispering.
“Mr. Crowley, you can come out now. They are gone.”
Crowley stood up slowly. He took one step at a time and slowly glanced from behind his hiding place to make sure no angels were left. Once he made sure, he walked back out to the front of the shop.
“What was that about?”
“Crowley- Mr. Fell- well- he’s fallen.”
Crowley felt like his heart had been ripped out. If he even had one. Angel- fallen. Goddammit Aziraphale. He would never survive down there. He had to go down to hell. Crowley ran out of the bookshop.
“I’m going to go get him Muriel.”