"Crowley!" The angel shouts desperately as his companion disappears into the flames, which, logically, he is aware won't really hurt him, but logic is struggling to make itself heard right now.
What can he do? He has no weapons. Any blessings he could cast are severely too weak to deal with such a high cast demon. The building won't survive the flames forever, and this monster won't hesitate to end Crowley's life. Hes seen the rage and utter hatred in those eyes.
"Stop!" As if an order would change things. But if he can get his attention on Aziraphale, maybe Crowley could... Maybe he could be spared. "Please--spare him."
He knows pleading will mean nothing. And he knows Crowley will hate him for it. But, still, he tries.
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Date: 2019-08-19 01:21 am (UTC)What can he do? He has no weapons. Any blessings he could cast are severely too weak to deal with such a high cast demon. The building won't survive the flames forever, and this monster won't hesitate to end Crowley's life. Hes seen the rage and utter hatred in those eyes.
"Stop!" As if an order would change things. But if he can get his attention on Aziraphale, maybe Crowley could... Maybe he could be spared. "Please--spare him."
He knows pleading will mean nothing. And he knows Crowley will hate him for it. But, still, he tries.
"Take me."