Saints Preserve Us
Two drabbles by Snowballjane
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. The saints are all genuine saints. Google their names for more details of their interactions with angel and demon.
St Andrew of Segni
Despite being a capable politician, Andreas di Conti was a wise, kind man -- which was why Crowley had to stop him from becoming pope.
He appeared to the priest in various demonic guises, leaping out from behind trees whenever Andreas walked in the gardens, stretching out on the uncomfortable cot while the priest knelt to say his bedtime prayers.
It worked. Andreas turned down advancement and retreated to a hermitage. When Crowley next visited him, the priest sighed and held out a bottle.
"Drink?"
In 1302, many pleasant evenings later, Andreas died. It was the beginning of a terrible century.
St Cosmas and St Damian
"Oh dear," said Aziraphale as he surfaced, pulling the gasping doctors out of the water. Two identical faces stared in awe.
"Are we dead?" spluttered one formerly drowning man, the other clearly trying to swallow seawater, rather than spit before an angel.
"No," said Aziraphale, releasing heavy chains and letting them splash and sink. He ruffled waterlogged wings. "Let's get you to shore."
Several miracles later, Aziraphale stood amid crowds, watching gloomily as the pair knelt before their executioner. As the sword fell, Cosmas looked up and caught his eye. The young doctor met his martyrdom with a trusting smile.
The End.