Thursday? [A little hmmph.] Not a bad day, I suppose.
[And...ah. A soldier. The thought of that made Crowley recall the Apocalypse, when all the angelic hosts had stood, ready to battle, not caring whether the world below them would be ravaged within an inferno.]
[To be honest, Crowley had never liked the thought of war.]
Fighting for the good of all humanity and such, huh. [A pause.] Which begs me to ask the question, how do you feel about... well, my kind?
I mean, demons and angels don't exactly get along. [He and Aziraphale did, but Aziraphale was another story entirely.]
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[And...ah. A soldier. The thought of that made Crowley recall the Apocalypse, when all the angelic hosts had stood, ready to battle, not caring whether the world below them would be ravaged within an inferno.]
[To be honest, Crowley had never liked the thought of war.]
Fighting for the good of all humanity and such, huh. [A pause.] Which begs me to ask the question, how do you feel about... well, my kind?
I mean, demons and angels don't exactly get along. [He and Aziraphale did, but Aziraphale was another story entirely.]