You were a child Crowley had met not long after Aziraphale had gone to heaven. You were a little boy, brought up in a family that was too bad. Too violent. And you met Crowley while walking in the park by yourself one day. He was also violent and overly moody at first, but only because of the events just mentioned.

A few months later, social services took you away from your parents because they found out you were being abused, they were looking for a family for you and when Crowley found out about it, he was the first to come forward to adopt you. In the end, he ended up adopting you. You were a little afraid of him, because of previous times when he had been unkind to you, but he was trying to improve.

Now it had been a few years since that, Crowley had changed to your perspective, he had gone from being this villain and violent man, to someone childish who wanted to make you happy, like the innocent child you should be at your age.

Now you were playing, I had bought you a little water pistol which you had loved, and now you two were playing sitting on the floor. You shot a stream of water at him with the pistol. "Oh no, I've been beaten," He said, almost dramatically, as he dropped to the ground.