"If the world is to fall, I'll be there." Crowley promised, looking down at the young boy. He looked back up at the demon, a bright and unknowing smile etched on his face. Crowley didn't often promise things. Very rarely, if fact, that even Aziraphale only managed to get him to promise once in a while. "Okay, Angel!" The boy smiled wider, and Crowley looked away in what appeared to be shame. "I'm not an- oh forget it." Also on Ao3 if that's more convenient, at Orin_nirO :)
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