War danced happily as the water turned red. She loved it. Her eyes were melting into the blood and her blood hair turned red streaked with it. She rolled in it. It was the blood of the Israelite children whom she had once helped to slay. Her blade was drenched in blood on the sands of Eygpt once more.
Crawly sat by the river. Alone. His reflection was gone into a literal pool of blood. He reached out and touched in and felt the sticky stain his hand.
This was the blood he helped create. Any demon should be proud of a temptation was going this far. But he was not. He never meant for anyone to get hurt. He should of. He was a demon after all.
He was an outcast as an angel. Only ever asked questions. Outcast as a demon. Only ever feeling remorse and guilt. There were no other words for it. He sighed deeply.
"Crawly!"
He looked up and saw a flustered looking Aziraphale running towards him through the tall grass. The angel quite comedically fell on the shore bank when he tripped over a root. Crawly chuckled.
"So angel it seems like you have been busy. What has it been 20 years since the last time I saw you?"
Aziraphale grumbled and lifted himself up. He had branches all in his curls and all over his robes.
"I must say Aziraphale this new look you are going for really suits you."
He fussed even further as he proceeded to clean off the branches. Crawly rolled his eyes.
"So what is with the blood and the water? The symbolism of some sort? I can't really see it."
"It is the blood of the Israelite children YOU helped murder Crawly in case you forgot!"
Crawly felt his heart drop from a ten-story window and he quietly looked down at his feet for a split second before jumping up. He had to say something to defend his demonic presence.
"Oh yeah! Well if your God was so great and powerful how come She didn't come down here Herself and smite me if I deserve it so much! Hell, why don't you do it, angel?"
He stuck a finger into Aziraphale's chest.
"I hate you more than anything in this entire world. Don't ask me to ever do anything for you ever again you fucking angel! Do you hear me!"
Aziraphale could only quietly nod. When Crawly was angry his aura was presented more as he had trouble controlling it when he lost control of the only emotion he was allowed to have. Rage. His finger was so close to Aziraphale's heart and he felt such overwhelming emotional pain coming from Crawly's araua it almost made him shed a tear. Almost being the keyword.
When he didn't respond Crawly took out his wings and soared off grumbling insults and curses under his breath. Aziraphale didn't take it personally. He never thought demons could feel pain like that before. He had felt it before but this time it was worse.