Crowley's not fond of, er, let's say involuntary downward descent. Good thing he never really cared about being undercover. Black wings emerge from his back, as if they were always there, unhindered by his clothing. Anyone somehow neglected by the Miles, or unwilling to let it help them, will have a watchful Fallen Angel to help slow their path downwards.
But whether he's empty-handed or not, Crowley will be flying next to Aziraphale, of course. "Here I thought stopping the Apocalypse was as theatrical as we were going to get..." Well, he can't say he minds, though. Not a bit.
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Crowley's not fond of, er, let's say involuntary downward descent. Good thing he never really cared about being undercover. Black wings emerge from his back, as if they were always there, unhindered by his clothing. Anyone somehow neglected by the Miles, or unwilling to let it help them, will have a watchful Fallen Angel to help slow their path downwards.
But whether he's empty-handed or not, Crowley will be flying next to Aziraphale, of course. "Here I thought stopping the Apocalypse was as theatrical as we were going to get..." Well, he can't say he minds, though. Not a bit.