"It wasn't good when he was an angel, either. I fail to see how this can be any worse," murmured Crowley as his shoulders started shaking. Even he wasn't sure if he was laughing or crying. "Though I can't think of anyone who deserves it more. Apart from Raphael." The memories of his wounds at Michael's hands momentarily overtook him and he shuddered.

"And now I have to write a letter to Down Below to take the credit for his downfall and show them what a bad little demon I've been." He sighed as he held Aziraphale. "Why's it all so fucking complicated?"