It had been years since it had happened. Years since he last felt Aziraphale's presence on Earth. Years, since he had last felt the angel's soft touches-

 Crowley groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. All he had been doing the past year was sleeping, which meant it was only a matter of time before Hell came knocking questioning why he hadn't given any reports.

 At one point, he wouldn't have been concerned with Hell catching up on his paperwork, but they had started keeping a close eye on him after everything that happened with Ligur and Armageddon. It was surprising they hadn't tried to dunk him in holy water again.

 He made his way from the bedroom to the couch in the living room and flopping down on it. There was an odd smell in the air, but he brushed it off lazily. Crowley didn't even have enough motivation to fully get dressed, a pair of pajama bottoms hung loosely to his frame. With a quick flick of his finger, the T.V. came on an anticipating the Golden Girls' theme song, Crowley gave a soft hum, but the song never came. 

 "Deemon Crawzey" Were the words that he heard and his eyes flickered open to look at the screen.

Beelzebub.

"It's Crowley.." Crowley hissed, sitting up to face the figure on the screen.

Beelzebub laughed and waved a hand dismissively, "There izz a new demon zzztationed on Earth if you haven't notized..."

  Ah, so that's what the smell was.

"You zzould go give them a latee welcome gift.."

With a sneer, they were gone and the Golden Girls came on.

  Give them a late welcome gift...?

He rolled his eyes.

   If Hell's gonna try to kill me, the least they could do is kill me here...

If Hell was going to try to ambush him and kill him, he'd happily play along. He had no purpose on Earth if there wasn't an opposing side to thwart his wiles.

 No purpose if Aziraphale was gone...

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//. I swear, you guys, these chapters are going to get more interesting and most likely longer.... Please just bare with me here...