He sighs, and as an afterthought turns on the lamp beside the bed, a warm little glow for them, more than just the ambient light coming through the windows.
"It's complicated," he says, which feels like a dodge, but it's also the truth. He rests back on his legs, kneeling a bit lower before her.
"That man is... well, he's not a man." Aziraphale draws a small, steadying breath. "He is the Devil. Not from my universe, but... that doesn't matter to him." He frowns tightly, remembering the horrific day Lucifer had arrived. There's no point in trying to hide details from her now, she's too smart and too inquisitive for that. "As soon as he knew of us, he... wanted to make Crowley his, and I couldn't let that happen, you see, I couldn't. I tried to fight him and it wasn't enough, and he... he made Crowley agree to go along with him. In exchange for my life."
He hates admitting this. He hasn't really talked about it extensively with anyone, and he suspects he needs to, but why does that person have to be Melanie?
"You mustn't think poorly of Crowley," he begs insists. "It was the only choice he could make. He was trapped into it. We'll... we're going to find a way out of it, but..."
His shoulders slump a little, feeling miserable and useless. What good is he, if he can't protect those he cares about?
"He may be the Devil but he keeps his word," he murmurs. "He won't come after me. It was only a bad dream."
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He sighs, and as an afterthought turns on the lamp beside the bed, a warm little glow for them, more than just the ambient light coming through the windows.
"It's complicated," he says, which feels like a dodge, but it's also the truth. He rests back on his legs, kneeling a bit lower before her.
"That man is... well, he's not a man." Aziraphale draws a small, steadying breath. "He is the Devil. Not from my universe, but... that doesn't matter to him." He frowns tightly, remembering the horrific day Lucifer had arrived. There's no point in trying to hide details from her now, she's too smart and too inquisitive for that. "As soon as he knew of us, he... wanted to make Crowley his, and I couldn't let that happen, you see, I couldn't. I tried to fight him and it wasn't enough, and he... he made Crowley agree to go along with him. In exchange for my life."
He hates admitting this. He hasn't really talked about it extensively with anyone, and he suspects he needs to, but why does that person have to be Melanie?
"You mustn't think poorly of Crowley," he
begsinsists. "It was the only choice he could make. He was trapped into it. We'll... we're going to find a way out of it, but..."His shoulders slump a little, feeling miserable and useless. What good is he, if he can't protect those he cares about?
"He may be the Devil but he keeps his word," he murmurs. "He won't come after me. It was only a bad dream."