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Wrath
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Crowley was feeding the ducks at St. James' Park when a furious yell and a surge of divine energy reached his senses.
"CROWLEY!"
Uh-oh. He backed up. "Look, Aziraphale—"
The aforementioned angel was holding up a newspaper with the offending article circled in red.
"Don't you dare try to placate me! I know you knew about this!" He snarled (1.) and grabbed Crowley by the shirtfront, pulling him so their noses were an inch apart. His aura was physically painful.
"I am going to give you 10 seconds to explain this, Crowley." The angel's normally kind face now bore an expression approaching divine wrath. (2.)
"It wassn't me, angel, honessstly! C'mon, do you really think I'd violate the Arrangement? Besssidess, it'ss not my sstyle."
Aziraphale let him go with a murmured apology. He glanced at the article.
"South American Church Uses Hallucinogenic Tea to Get Closer to God."
He wondered what idiot had thought that up. Whoever they were, they'd better hope Aziraphale didn't find them.
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1. Or tried to. It was more like a grumble.
2. The last time Crowley had seen that expression was when the Library at Alexandria burned. (He had avoided Aziraphale during later book burnings, for fear of being smited.)
