When Aziraphale saw Crawly again he was in bad shape. He was only wearing black pants and had been beat pretty severely. He had welts all over his back, chest, stomach and had been punched several times in the face. His nose was bleeding and several of his fingers were broken.
Aziraphale widened his eyes with concern.
"What happened to you Crawly?"
When he smiled it was revealed his teeth were broken as well.
"Don't worry about me Aziraphale. So what is with this whole Abraham sacrificing his son to God business. Is She actually going to let that happen?"
"Of course not Crawly. She is simply trying to prove a point about faith and trust. One of the Dominions is supposed to come down with a flaming sword and this whole thing about a ram and a bush. Personally I think Abraham fairly deserves getting a good scare."
"Wow, Aziraphale that is really angelic of you to say."
"Did you know he sent his only son and the woman he forced himself on away in the desert without any food or water? They would have died if I hadn't intervened."
"Shit. Really? That sounds terrible."
Aziraphale was not looking at the mountain to where it would be happening and instead directly at Crawly. It was weird but Crawly didn't mind having those gorgeous angelic eyes upon him. They were also full of concern.
"What happened Crawly?"
"I survived Sodom and Gomorrah that is what happened. I never thanked you."
"Well, what does that have to do with your injuries?"
"Well I survived a bunch of other demons didn't but Hell was more concerned about the city than the people or the demons and because I was the only demon to survive so they took it out on me." He pointed at his injuries and laughed.
"This isn't funny Crawly. I never meant for you to get hurt."
"It's alright Aziraphale. I know you had pure intentions. You are an angel who can't do the wrong thing."
"Well at the very least let me help. You healed me before the flood it is the least I can do for you."
The thought of Aziraphale touching him made him break out into goosebumps for some reason. But it wasn't because he was scared but rather excited and nervous. Several emotions all at once.
"Now hold still Crawly."
With that Aziraphale ran his fingers over his cuts, his bruises, healed his black eye, the teeth marks from where fucking Ligur bite him and the broken fingers. He also had a broken rib he healed. His hands were so soft. Like the inside of a coconut.
Suddenly Aziraphale gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"Crawly! Your face! It is turning all red!"
Crawly reached his finger up and felt his face indeed was hot and the feeling of his stomach doing backflips around the angel was back and in full force. Stronger than ever before.
He suddenly felt the need to run and flee.
"Um...I have to go."
"Why? Is something the matter? It must have been a reaction to my angelic powers. I am sorry."
"Don't apologissse. It isss not that...I don't think...look...I only came here to tell you to ssstay away from the other demonsss...pretty pissssed off about Sssodom and Gamorah you know..."
"Crawly you are hissing. Are you sure everything is alright?"
"Yesss. Everything issss fine. I musst be going now."
He fled to the nearest forest he could find and got his heartbeat under control. What in the world was going on? Maybe it was a reaction to Aziraphale's angelic powers. But it felt good to feel this way. Not bad.