You were a demon. Not a particularly bad one, however. You always half-assed your duties, not wanting to actually hurt anyone. A demon you met one day was the exactly the same. His name was Crowley. You two had a relationship no one else would get. Close enough to share secrets, yet still making fun of each other. All in good fun. It had taken you a while to realize the flutter in your chest wasn't your heart being weird. It was more than that. But, you can't admit that to yourself. Or your best friend.

It also had taken you a bit to realize Crowley was more distant than usual. His mind was always elsewhere. His habits had changed subtly, almost like he was learning little things from someone else in his life you had no idea about. But, one fateful day, you met the person he was so distracted with. Well. Angel.

Yeah, that surprised you too. An angel had taken a demon's attention? You had to give it to... Aziraphale. That was his name. He seemed sweet, but something in you just stirred whenever he was around. And not in a good way. Whenever Crowley looked at him, it felt different. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel how he felt. And it killed you.

You were sat on a couch with them talking, you idly listening. You almost had a scowl on your face. But, you tried to push down the feelings you had. Crowley was happy. That's what mattered.