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Crowley was getting to enjoy one of her few days off, well, it was exactly a day off, she just didn’t show up to her small clinic. Humans were so puny and fragile, a light wind could kill them in her opinion. She was quite tired of fixing them up. She hadn’t heard a word from heaven or God since she was demoted. At this rate, she would never be Ralphael again, no matter how hard she tried.
She took an apple from one of the market stalls, tossing a coin to the seller. She didn’t bite the apple, just tossed it up into the air over and over as she walked. She smiled as she watched some children run past, lost in their own world of childish innocence. After the flood, Crowley had become very fond of children, more fond than he had been before. She wanted to keep them all safe, but she knew that maybe that wasn’t possible. God didn’t want that to be possible, for some odd reason. Crowley tossed the apple to one of the children, smiling to herself when saw how happy the child looked.
She kept walking until she felt a pang of sin as she passed by one of the open doored houses. A man walked out of the small hut, wiping his mouth with a cloth and grumbling about unfairness. Interest peaked, Crowley poked her head into the hit and was treated by a sight she wasn’t exactly expecting.
It was Azazel, sitting on the floor while counting up money. Next to him was an entire cooked ox with a few pieces missing. A plate beside him was pretty much licked clean it looked, and so was the bone sitting on it. Another plate, that sat a bit away, had an ox rib that looked like it was barely touched. The demon himself looked about the same as Crowley remembered. His hair was still wild and black and he had grown his beard out more.
Crowley watched him for a few moments before she took a few steps forward. “What exactly are you up to, fuzzball?” her question startled him. The demon's eyes were covered by a blindfold of white cloth, but Crowley could tell he was wide eyed.
“Ralphael, why are you here?” Azazel said as he pocketed the coins protectively, glaring at the angel from behind the cloth. Crowley sighed at the name.
The angel moved to sit next to Azazel. “I could feel sin radiating from here, and it’s Crowley, remember?” Crowley said with an ounce of sass.
“Oh, my apologies, Crowley.” Azazel said in a very undemonic way. “I still find that name quite odd.”
“Better get used to it, God hasn’t contacted me in so long.” Crowley complained as he pulled the plate that still had food on it towards him. She poked at it, she still didn’t understand the appeal of food. She looked from the rib to the bone on the other plate, then to the pocket where Azazel had shoved his coins. She slowly connected the dots. “Did you bet that poor human that you could eat quicker than him?” Crowley asked like the very idea offended her, which it did.
The demon gave her a very dastardly smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Perhaps I did, Angel.” He said with a hint of pride, “took only a minute to beat him out of a few coins.”
Crowley was so distracted by the new pet name that it took her a moment to register the rest of his words.“A minute? There is no way you ate that in a minute.” Crowley said as she gestured to the barely touched, and quite large ox rib. The demon raised a brow and shot her a sly grin.
“Wanna bet?” he challenged.
The angel felt a strong sense of competitiveness pass through her, and she smiled just as slyly. She reached into her pocket and tossed out all the coins she kept on her, the demon did the same with his own.
“You’re on, fuzzball, time starts now.” She said with a grin.
The second she was done speaking, the demon was eating ox rib viciously. He moved quickly, not pulling away to breath, he was a demon, he didn’t need to anyways. He didn’t seem to care for the mess he was making, and strangely the Angel didn’t either.
Crowley found herself lost in just watching azazel eat. Something low in her stomach tightened as she watched him quickly devour the rib. She was so distracted by the new feeling that she narrowly forgot her plan, but only narrowly. With a subtle flick of her wrist, there was a bit more meat on the bone and in his haste, Azazel didn’t notice. The extra bit of food took him one ten seconds to devour, but it was too late.
“A minute and six seconds!” Crowley announced as Azazel tossed down the bone.
“That can’t be right.” He said as he wiped his mouth. “You didn’t count right, or you cheated, didn’t you?” He accused once he noticed her wide grin.
“I’m an Angel, I would never cheat.” She said coyly as she started to gather the coins up. Azazel huffed, crossing his arms in front of him.
“Unbelievable.” Azazel grumbled as he watched her stand up and dusted off her robes.
She smiled down at him. “You better believe it, fuzzball, consider yourself thwarted.” She said quite proudly. It wasn’t that angelic to be prideful, but neither was making bets with demons.
Azazel scoffed as he got up, his arms still crossed in front of him. Suddenly an idea came to him, and he smiled a little. “Well, Angel, since you won, why don’t we go out for drinks? My treat” He tempted casually.
The angel raised a brow at his suggestion. “It’s not very proper for an angel to drink,” she hummed, “but I can’t resist taking more of your ill-gotten money.” She said with a grin. A drink couldn't be that bad if it meant taking money from a demon. “After you.” She said with a grin.
It was a dingy little tavern they ended up in. Azazel ordered for them, not giving Crowley a chance to even ask what they had. This was sure to make up for all the nice things Azazel had done, hell had been breathing down his back for years now. Tempting an angel to drink had to be very demonic.
He ordered them each a beer, not his favorite taste but he loved the buzz. Crowley looked at the glass skeptically. Twirling around the liquid, poking it with his finger, smelling, the whole nine yards. Azazel had already taken a few sips of his own as he watched the angel. He thought for a second that it was kind of endearing, but quickly corrected himself.
After a few moments of careful examination, Crowley brought the glass to her lips and took a small, tiny sip. Azazel watched as the angels held the liquid in her mouth before slowly swallowing. The angel's expression was thoughtful for all of two seconds before all of a sudden all of his beer was gone and she was ordering herself another.
Azazel stared stupidly as he watched Crowley down her second glass in record speed. He looked away from her for a second to look at his half drunk glass, and when he looked back to her she was already on her third. “I'm guessing you like it, Angel?” He asked with a teasing glint in his tone.
“Why do you keep calling me angel? It would be rude if I went around calling you a demon.” Crowley's voice slurred as she lifted his hand to signal another beer. Crap. Azazel hadn’t exactly considered that the angel would get drunk that quickly. It did make sense, Crowley had never drunk alcohol before, had a very empty stomach, and had a stick for a body.
Azazel grabbed the glass from Crowley before the angel could get ahold of it, ignoring the angel's protests. “Angel, you’re drunk, that’s enough.” The demon said firmly as he held the glass away from the grabby angel.
“Azazellllll, you’re no funnnn.” Crowley whined as she reached across him to get the glass, paying no mind to how close she was to the demon. “Just one more? I’m not that drunk, ima angel, don’t get drunk.” Azazel had to disagree based on the fact that the red head was now pretty much lying on his lap.
Azazel guided her upright, having to hold the swaying angel in place. “I’m taking you home to sleep this off, no but’s.” Azazel said as he helped Crowley stand on wobbly legs. Apparently, he had said the funniest thing ever because now Crowley was a giggling mess, giggling so much she toppled over on the black haired demon. He held strong, supporting her light weight easily.
Slowly but not exactly surely, the pair made it through the winding streets and to the angel's hut with minimal issues. Azazel carefully laid Crowley down on the angel’s bed. The red haired angel was still giggling about God knows what, actually no, God shouldn’t even know that Crowley was drunk, let alone that the angel was apparently quite the giggly drunk.
“There we go. Now go to sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.” Azazel said as he pried Crowley's arm off himself. The angel relaxed back on her bed, the bed was quite comfortable to the very out of it angel.
“I don’t wanna go to sleeep.” Crowley whined despite her eyes already closing and already being curled up in her blankets.
Azazel sighed, shaking his head as he sat on the stool nearby, watching as the angel struggled to stay awake. “Go to sleep, angel. You’ve got work tomorrow.” The angel groaned at the mention of work. She wanted to stay in bed forever, it was warm in bed, she didn’t have to worry when she was in bed, and she didn’t have to worry when Azazel was around. Azazel watched the angel sleepily smile at seemingly nothing before she finally fell asleep.
The demon stayed perched on the stool for more than he cared to admit. He wanted to make sure the angel stayed safe. He shouldn’t feel as protective as he did over the angel, but the memories from before made it hard. Azazel stayed right where he was until the sun began to filter into the small hut, he stood carefully and left without a single sound before the angel could wake up and see that he had spent the night.
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Crowley's head might actually kill her.
That was the only thing the angel was thinking as she laid awake in her bed, still curled and still keeping her eyes shut out of fear of the sun. It was the most physical pain she had ever felt, and she fell off of the bloody wall of Eden several, several times.
Alcohol sucks, was her second thought.
Azazel isn’t here, was her third.
When she finally found the courage to open her eyes and sit up, she was met with an empty hut, the same empty hut she awoke to everyday. The only difference this morning was a plate of breakfast food sat on her table, along side a glass of clean water. Something in her heart hurt as she slowly stood (which was far from the only thing that hurt right now) and slowly shuffled the table. The water was refreshing and got a gross taste out of her mouth, as well as alleviating some of the headache. The food was only observed, food had never interested her. It was more of the concept that intrigued her.
Azazel had left her food and water knowing she’d have a hangover, she had been turning the idea around in her head for hours before she snapped back to reality. She wanted to see Azazel again, just to observe him like a puzzle. He was being of normalacy to her, even though they were sworn enemies, he had always been there. He was always there just like her stars always shined in the nightsky
“I need a drink.”
she mumbled to herself, in her empty lonely house. Her hands curled up tightly, just so she could the familiar feeling of her nails, and she wouldn’t speak around about needing her starlight as well.
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