For A Thousand Years Part 10
After Aziraphale's most recent death, Crowley found herself unexpectedly angry. Yes, the angel's time had been cut short again but that came with being human. And with being brave and kind and wanting to help other people. But Crowley was most definitely very angry, and she was angry at the man that sent Aziraphale off to be killed.
"I do not care if you're the bloody king of England, my husband is dead because of you!" She screamed at Arthur. With a snap of her fingers she could rip him apart but she wouldn't do that. That would be too quick, too easy.
"I am very sorry, m'lady. He fought bravely...." Arthur started.
"Don't give me that. Do not say that. I know he fought bravely. That's who he was. Your job was to make sure that he came back alive. A job you failed at miserably." Crowley started to pace. Oh the things she wanted to do to him. The many, many different ways she wanted to hurt him.
"You need not fear for your own safety, m'lady. We will be sure that you're cared for." Arthur was sure that's what she was worried about.
"Like you cared for my husband?" Crowley glared at him. "I can very well take care of myself. I've been doing it for more years than you even know."
"I do not understand why you let her speak to you this way, my Lord." Lancelot whispered to Arthur.
"Because she is in pain. Can you not see it clearly? She has just lost her husband, good sir. Let her be." Arthur replied. Lancelot just nodded and left them to their conversation.
"If I could bring your husband back, m'lady, I most certainly would. He was a fine man." Arthur sighed softly.
"But you can't. You can't bring him back. He's gone and there's nothing that you can do about it. You offer me protection but I don't want protection from you. Protection from you is why I am currently a widow." Crowley stopped pacing and just stared at Arthur for a long moment and then she smiled. She knew how humans worked. More specifically, how their minds worked. How one little suggestion could be brought into being just by a human being paranoid it might actually happen.
"You will know my pain, Arthur. You will know the loss of love but it will be far worse than this. For you will know the pain of love's betrayal. You will know what it is like to have your heart ripped from your chest and stomped on, but it will be done by one who is still alive. You will watch her from a distance, happy with another man and there will be absolutely nothing you can do about it." Crowley then turned and started to leave. Arthur just stared at her as she walked out. Crowley was satisfied that Arthur would bring about his own undoing.
Once all of the anger had finally been unleashed the sadness finally crept in. Crowley gathered all of her things and left the castle, tears streaming down her cheeks as she did. She had to get away from the place that held the happy memories of her most recent time with her angel. It was time to get lost in the work again. To fully concentrate on doing the devil's work. She was completely unsure how long it would be before she was able to look for her angel again.
"I do not care if you're the bloody king of England, my husband is dead because of you!" She screamed at Arthur. With a snap of her fingers she could rip him apart but she wouldn't do that. That would be too quick, too easy.
"I am very sorry, m'lady. He fought bravely...." Arthur started.
"Don't give me that. Do not say that. I know he fought bravely. That's who he was. Your job was to make sure that he came back alive. A job you failed at miserably." Crowley started to pace. Oh the things she wanted to do to him. The many, many different ways she wanted to hurt him.
"You need not fear for your own safety, m'lady. We will be sure that you're cared for." Arthur was sure that's what she was worried about.
"Like you cared for my husband?" Crowley glared at him. "I can very well take care of myself. I've been doing it for more years than you even know."
"I do not understand why you let her speak to you this way, my Lord." Lancelot whispered to Arthur.
"Because she is in pain. Can you not see it clearly? She has just lost her husband, good sir. Let her be." Arthur replied. Lancelot just nodded and left them to their conversation.
"If I could bring your husband back, m'lady, I most certainly would. He was a fine man." Arthur sighed softly.
"But you can't. You can't bring him back. He's gone and there's nothing that you can do about it. You offer me protection but I don't want protection from you. Protection from you is why I am currently a widow." Crowley stopped pacing and just stared at Arthur for a long moment and then she smiled. She knew how humans worked. More specifically, how their minds worked. How one little suggestion could be brought into being just by a human being paranoid it might actually happen.
"You will know my pain, Arthur. You will know the loss of love but it will be far worse than this. For you will know the pain of love's betrayal. You will know what it is like to have your heart ripped from your chest and stomped on, but it will be done by one who is still alive. You will watch her from a distance, happy with another man and there will be absolutely nothing you can do about it." Crowley then turned and started to leave. Arthur just stared at her as she walked out. Crowley was satisfied that Arthur would bring about his own undoing.
Once all of the anger had finally been unleashed the sadness finally crept in. Crowley gathered all of her things and left the castle, tears streaming down her cheeks as she did. She had to get away from the place that held the happy memories of her most recent time with her angel. It was time to get lost in the work again. To fully concentrate on doing the devil's work. She was completely unsure how long it would be before she was able to look for her angel again.
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