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This story is almost over! Thank you all for joining me on this wild ride!

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Aziraphale calm down!!

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Oh sh*t!! Crowley look out!!

Also, I’ve been dying to post this joke complete and now I can without spoiling anything!

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Oh no! AZIRAPHALE stop!

Aziraphale couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Realistically, he didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be taken to Hell and tortured and used as a means of controlling Crowley. But it was far easier to imagine them both facing this together than for him to be sent off and never see Crowley again or know what was happening to him, and how could Crowley do this? 

“You promised!” he exclaimed, trying to lunge forward only to be held back by Hastur’s heavy hands. “Crowley, you—”

“I want it all written up,” Crowley went on to Beelzebub, ignoring him. “I want it worked in that the angel gets left alone and I want him safely out of here before we begin. And I want to go over every detail of the contract before leaving. I don’t trust you.”

Aziraphale was fuming, not at all about to be ignored while his partner threw his life away. “I object!” he snapped. “Crowley, look at me!”

And he did, to Aziraphale’s slight surprise, but Crowley was unreadable.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he said again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I said I won’t have it! You promised!”

“Weboth made promises!” Crowley shouted, the echoes fading into a tense silence in the flat. Even the demons looked back and forth between him and Aziraphale, waiting to see where this would lead. Crowley took a breath and, quieter: “We both made promises, Aziraphale. Remember?”

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