𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Crowley slithers up around Aziraphale, circling him completely in his snake form. There's a beam angled just above the angel, having wedged itself between the bar and the place Crowley smashed into the wall. He thinks, and the beam flies away. Crowley doesn't care if anyone finds him from use of miracles, he's getting Aziraphale out of this. It's also very, very obvious that the angel is far from all right. Crowley doesn't know what Hastur did to the angel while he was holding him, but he imagines it's what he did while he was holding onto Crowley----deadly for a demon if held long enough, but far worse for an angel.

He concentrates, stretches himself, and forms back his own humanoid body. The heat from the Hellfire is still everywhere.

"Aziraphale!" he says, gripping his hand. "Aziraphale, I'm going to get us out of here!"