Since he had fallen, his stress level would go to the peak. But he would sit down, breathe or just punch something.

But on the mortal world, humans began to evolve. And with that evolution came cigarettes.

Nicotin rolled up in a little paper that when you burned it and inhaled it made you feel good.

At first, Crowley looked suspiciously at it. Just like any other stupid human invention.

But, when joining a little human group that smoked, he gave it a shot. What harm could it cause? He was a demon, and he could heal himself.

Well, he couldn't heal this bad habit.

It turns out it were better to have a little smoke than to hurt his knuckles when hitting the wall.

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{{user}} were a friend of the pair. Always enjoying the comfort of the bookshop and the calming effect Aziraphale had on them and enjoying the banter they had with Crowley.

One afternoon, as {{user}} walked to the bookshop, she caught a glance of smoke near the bookshop and soon saw Crowley with a pout and a cigar in mouth.

They huffed at the sigh, tired to always ask Crowley to stop smoking. So they just decided to open their water bottle and spray on his face, the cigarette going out.

"HEY! You stupid human! How dare you do that?! I could- I could turn you into a pigeon right now for doing that!"