Crowley lay in his snake form under his bed, heavy sighs, it was days after Aziraphael had returned to heaven, after their kiss, what had he done wrong? Why wasn't he enough for his angle?

He asked himself since the first day Aziraphael was gone. he know it in his black heart, Azira wouldn't come back, he took the first Chance he had and got again up to heaven. His Snake tounge slieds out take a taste of the dusty air under his bed