Author's note:

There have been major changes to this chapter, because I felt the story was progressing way too quickly, and I didn't like where there characters were going etc. So I decided to rewrite a good deal instead of giving up on the story. Hope you still like it! There's some exciting stuff coming soon, so you guys have something to look forward to! :)


A couple of years had passed peacefully after the supposed Armageddon. As predicted, Aziraphale and Crowley were left in peace by their superiors. They only occasionally met up to spend time together. Now there was no one to hide from anymore, they felt safe and confident enough to indulge in their friendship. So what did it matter if they only saw each other every other year? For as the world evolved, and people grew old and died, they would always have each other. Their presence was the only constant in their lives. Even mountains changed, but the angel and the demon would always be there.

Since that supposed last day, humanity had made no major advances. No new wars broke out, no nuclear reactors collapsed. Only the area of London seemed to experience severe traffic jams, an increase in annoying viral Youtubers, as well as perfect weather for sweaters, and a miraculous increase of trees, tea rooms, and other little pleasantries humans generally enjoyed.

One night, Crowley found himself in Soho once again. He hadn't seen his favourite angel in a while. It was not his intention to change that for now. Although he was considering to invite him out for dinner again sometime soon. It was pumpkin pie season after all.
Tonight, however, Crowley was in the mood for some mundane drama, so decided to seek out one of the more exclusive gay bars and cause an orgy. It would be fun for everyone, and he was certain to get a good laugh out of it.
Calmly, he swaggered in. The demon had a habit of entering any room like he was a terrible actor entering a stage with over dramatised movements. Aziraphale usually was rather amused by it. He sat down by the bar, casually ordering a drink. It was best to start out by finding the person most susceptible to his influence. Not a very hard task, as weak-minded people were naturally drawn to him. Hardly a minute passed before the first potential victim occupied the bar stool next to him. He seemed rather nervous. The demon could see him smile anxiously, and licking his lips. Crowley could also see the white spot on his ring finger, where a wedding ring should be. Oh this was going to be brilliant!

"C-come here often?" The man stuttered at last.

The demon did not so much as look at him, but still smiled compassionately into his drink.

"Nah. My boyfriend wanted to go out tonight. I'm just sort of...tagging along. Just waiting for him to get back from the bathroom." The lie wasn't strictly necessary. There were much easier ways of making people do what he wanted, but that would be boring.

"Ah." The man seemed crushed.

"Don't worry though." Now the demon now turned to look at his victim through his shades.

"That guy over there has been staring at you all night." His wink was visible even through the blackened lenses. Another lie he didn't care about- but hat poor man did. His eyes widened with hope. He hardly dared believe it.

"Gosh, really?"

"Yepp. That one over there. Super obvious. He just isn't brave enough to talk to you. Why don't you go and try your luck?" The grin he shot him now was truly the sweetest, most demonic one could possibly come up with.

By pointing at one, very attractive man at the other side of the room he had chosen at random, Crowley manifested those exact feelings in him. The time to use his powers had come.

"Wow...he's right fit..." Again the man licked his lips. As innocent as he was, this was a very creepy habit. Even the demon thought so.

"And you're sure he's been looking at me, and not at...at you?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. He was beginning to get annoying. "You won't know if you don't try, eh?" Still, the demon smiled and put on an encouraging tone.

"Yeah, of course. You're right."

With that, he left to approach the man, who was still gazing longingly at him.

Quietly, the demon spun his web of lust, and soon everyone in the bar was kissing. Love triangles were forming all around him, while more and more men headed for the toilets in groups.

Like any other good show, it all came to an end after a while- namely when Crowley got bored. He left the bar, and with a click of his fingers, freed those men from their momentary craze.

He just reached for his car keys, when a familiar voice addressed him from behind.

"Couldn't have done it better myself, dear Crawly."

The demon with sunglasses turned around to see who was talking. Nobody had used the name Crawly in almost two millennia.

Standing on the pavement behind him, was a tall man of a similar build as himself. His posture was slightly awkward, as was his face. Yet he was oddly handsome. His head was graced with a shock of unruly, brown hair. His eyes were soft, and his smile slightly timid- though Crowley could tell there was more to it. The only things giving him away, were the absence of eyebrows, and the reptilian tongue, briefly poking from between his teeth as he smiled.

"Haven't heard that name in a while..." Crowley smiled. "You do know I don't use that one anymore, right?"

The other demon shrugged playfully. "Suits you better than Anthony, you slithering old reptile."

"Look who's talking." The ginger demon scanned him with his yellow eyes. There was a pause as Crowley judged his colleague's appearance.

"So...did they...let you go back up, or what?"

A frown. "Pardon?"

"The bow tie. And...well...the whole three piece suit. Isn't that what angels do?"

The other demon adjusted the thing he was wearing around his neck. "Oh that! No, no. I've been told that's what humans think is "cool" these days."

Crowley gave a little grunt, which was meant to be a laugh. "You've been gone too long. Anyway, what name do you go by, then?"

A demonic smile. "Still the same old Paymon."