#riddlememiss

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“At least I’m able to admit what I did was wrong - unlike you.” -Crowley

Aziraphale's lips twitched. How could he say such a thing? the angel had tried his best, it wasn't his fault that God's plans were ineffable. “Angels make no mistakes, Crowley!” He intoned, knowing deep down that it wasn't true.

[demonwithasoul]

Aziraphale was worried. Well, he was often worried about anything and everything, but this time, he was worried about his best friend. He had been gone a week! And sure, Crowley often disappeared, but he always told him where he was going! So, when he hadn't picked up his phone in a week and hadn't dropped by the bookshop even once... Azi got worried. So now he found himself at that damned creepy apartment, knocking loudly on the dark door. "Crowley? Are you home? Please answer the door..."

@riddlememiss

Crowley was changing the place he was hiding his holy water because he thought that maybe it weren’t in a safe place, Crowley was taking all possible care but that wasn’t enough, he ended up knocking the bottle down and it ended up breaking and spreading the content so fast that the demon was hit, he began to feel his skin disappear, to melt, to his own soul was also hurting a lot, the pain was unbearable, everything was unbearable, Crowley imagined that this was his end and the only thing he thought was that he didn’t have time to say goodbye to Aziraphale.

But Crowley didn’t die, but perhaps something worse had happened, when Crowley opened his eyes he didn’t know anything else, he didn’t remember his past, he didn’t remember who he was, he didn’t remember anything at all, he just opened his eyes and woke up in a place that looked like a basement, but Crowley didn’t know what was basement, that is, he just opened his eyes and kept looking up completely confused, after a few minutes without understanding what was happening someone arrived, that ‘person’ began to explain that Crowley was a demon and what his duties were, Crowley began to be introduced to hell, but it seemed that for some reason the other demons didn’t like Crowley and Crowley couldn’t understand the reason, they laughed, they made strange comments and Crowley was very confused, but he knew nothing better and just obeyed.

After a week of learning and becoming more and more coerced Crowley was finally sent up to Earth, Crowley had seen so much in hell that he was simply afraid of not doing what he was asked to do, he just walked into the house and sat there waiting for instructions, waiting for the demons to say what he should do, and then he hear the knock, and he hear his name being called that could only be a demon and Crowley acting like a dog ran and opened the door, but he was wrong, that wasn’t a demon, that was an angel and he remembers everything the demons talked about the angels, they were monstrous and would kill Crowley immediately if they found him, Crowley didn’t know what death was, he still hadn’t understood, but all the trauma that he spent in hell made him understand that it was something frightening.

“Ah..ah…Please, angel, don’t kill me.”

[scarecrows-monsters]

Edward had not been expecting to show up at Jonathan's apartment. Not his hideout, no, his actual apartment. The green-clad man cleared his throat, adjusting the box in his arms. Having been run out of his own apartment by the Bat, this was the closest and safest place he could think of. He knocked lightly on the door, taking a deep breath. "Jon? It's me." He prayed Jon was the one in control at the moment...else he might be turned away.

Jonathan looks at the time... it was late but in Gotham city did time ever really matter to people? No it didnt. He gets up heading to the door. He knew that voice and who it belonged to. Frowning he unlocks the door soon opening it to present Edward at the other side. " Hey Ed... everything alright?" His eyes go to the box in his arms, it looked heavy.

He opens the door wider letting Edward enter his home. When he was inside he closes and locks the door once more.

[jcinthedance]

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    “ T’were it up to me? Hardly! ”  He met their grin with a laugh, and he shrugs his hands with a toothy smile of his own.   “ Ah, so I wish Jonathan, but alas! Still only half down the rabbit hole, as you can see. ”  

[demonwithasoul]

So. This was it, hm? Funny, he had expected the lake to look much more...hellish. He looked over at the Duke and Lord, wringing his hands nervously. "You know, breaking a deal with an angel would have terrible repercussions. S-So you...you better not go back o-on your word. You better give him his old memory back." His wings fluttered nervously as he took off his jacket, folding it neatly and setting it atop his shoes he had removed. "Do you hear me? You fix him once...if...once I come out."

@riddlememiss

Beelzebub was sitting on one of his various thrones, and this was one of their favorite places where they could watch someone's suffering and there was nothing better than that, except today, today would be one of the best days, cause they would watched an angel swimming in the sulfur lake.

"Shut up and enter the lake already!"

Hastur on the other hand looked anxious, he moved his hands in a way that showed all the anxiety he was feeling, but it was also possible to see the joy in his eyes cause he was here to see what would happen, to see something Crowley loved to be broke was the meaning of a good day.

[demonwithasoul]

♘

SEND ONE(…) | || Accepting || @riddlememiss || ♘ = stabbing them .

It couldn’t be happening, Crowley couldn’t believe it was happening, and at the same time, he didn’t fight it, he had no reason to live if Aziraphale didn’t want him alive.

“…” Crowley just stared at Aziraphale he wanted to see Aziraphale one last time as he felt the pain take over his body.

[demonwithasoul]

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SEND ONE(…) || Accepting || @riddlememiss​ || ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .

Crowley the nightmare was about one of the most traumatizing nights of his life, more traumatizing than falling, it was the night he thought he had lost Aziraphale, everything was repeating itself, the infernal fire burning everything, only this time he saw Aziraphale burning along with the books, but then Crowley felt a hand pull him out of the book store and wake up, as soon as Crowley woke up he immediately hugged Aziraphale

“Yo–yo–yo–yo–you we—ad.” He couldn’t speak, he just stammered, afraid of everything he had seen “I—–lo—a–ou!” He couldn’t speak, just stutter.

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Reverse Enough (Crowley)

Non-sexual  acts of dominance || @riddlememiss || accepting

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

Beelzebub had reached their limit of evasive bullshit for the night. There was always more to the story than the demon told them, and it would undoubtedly bite them in the arse at some point in the near future.

“Crowley.” Their voice is as frosty as their stare. “Shut your mouth. Now.”