"Azael..." The name fell from Crowley's lips in a hushed whisper.

The other demon released Crowley's chin, stepping away from the wall and back toward his desk.

After the 4 millennia, they spent together. After all the laughter. All the nights the angel and the demon spent in the bookshop's backroom, getting drunk out of their minds. Becoming closer and closer and closer... Falling in love.

After everything they'd been through, neither of them had ever thought it would end like so.

"Why...?" Crowley questioned, his body peeling itself from the wall and attempting to follow Azael, but he restrained himself. 

His hands found their place in the pockets of his tight pants.

Hide your eyes... He remembered telling Aziraphale, That's my secret to showing no emotion. Use it if you feel yourself begin to panic when you masquerade as me down below...

Except now he couldn't hide his eyes. Now he was free to read like an open book.

 "Asking questions was the cause of your fall, was it not, Anthony?" Azael stopped, turning on his heel to face Crowley, "Have you not learned your lesson yet, Serpent?"

"Perhaps it was you that helped me realize that it's okay to be curious!..." Crowley's voice was already starting to break, already aware that his emotions were betraying him.

"I am not Aziraphale-!" He snapped, features contorting with fury. "Perhaps once I had been, but he is gone now! Fallen! Burned in sulfur because you were not quick enough to save him-"

There was a shift in the air, Crowley felt it before he saw what caused it.

Wings. Large midnight black wings unfolded behind Azael. They seemed to absorb light and refract it at the same time. They were proof that the beloved angel was no more.

No more late nights in the back of the bookshop. No more dining at the Ritz. No more... Aziraphale.

"We are done here. Leave before I send you to Hell looking for a new corporeal form." The dark-haired demon growled, fingers curling into fists and Crowley slunk backward slowly.

When Crowley didn't make a mad dash for the door, Azael bared his teeth, stalking forward. His wings dragged slightly behind him on the ground, but that didn't seem to bother Azael.

"Leave."

There they were, face to face again, but this time Azael had a dangerous aura.

"As you wish-" Crowley leaned forward, snapping in Azael's face.

 With a snap of his fingers, Crowley left Azael alone in the office.