When Aziraphale went into the city his heart hit the floor when he saw that all the people he passed had horrendous boils on their skin. Children were crying in the street and thousands were reaching their hands out in pain and agony to him. The only one they could see who wasn't covered in the sores. It was almost too much for him to bear.

Calling Aziraphale a pushover was an understatement. What heaven doesn't know won't hurt them he thought to himself. Besides God was punishing the Pharoah, not the Egyptians. He quickly told them to go rub sand on themselves and then when they weren't looking he would make haste of snapping his fingers behind his back and healing them of their wounds. He did just that and told them not to tell anybody because he could get in super big trouble upstairs.

That tired him out and he mentally wanted to slap himself. If Gabriel was here he would surely get on Aziraphale for using all that angelic power and then not even thinking of how he was going to power himself up without the use of heaven's light.

He walked outside the city as the temptation to cure everyone he saw was too great. He hated human suffering and had grown quite attached. Yes, humans were stupid, violent and reckless but they could also be gentle, kind and imaginative beyond words. And he loved them for it.

He pressed his fingers to the sides of his forehead trying to sense demons but there weren't any. He figured the upper court of Hell had hit the road after permanently killing an angel and figured more would come. They were wrong but didn't know that yet. Could they have taken Crawly with them?

He walked around and was careful to not gaze too long at any of the foregone faces of agony. It was almost over he hoped. If only he could find Crawly. He was probably wasting his time after all as Crawly probably did return to Hell.

But no that couldn't be as he had been assigned to Earth so he couldn't have gone back so soon unless he had a report due himself. Aziraphale hated to think of it. If he couldn't find Crawly and get him to help all the firstborns would be dead.

Why was Crawly so hard to sense? He normally could sense him right off the bat but now it was like he wasn't even there. But the angel kept looking determined not to give up.

The day was almost done when the angel slacked next to a well tired from looking around and healing people and then coming up with lies and excuses for doing just that. He felt out of breath and almost was tempted to use his wings to fly around but knew the unbelievable lie about sand and healing boils had already drawn enough attention to him.

An Israelite slave woman approached him and offered to get him a drink from the well. he agreed.

"I like your hair. Never seen hair or skin that pale before. Especially not around here."

"Oh, I am just passing through Egypt, my dear. Just a lonely traveler looking to make something of himself."

"Well, you picked a pretty rotten time to come to Egypt with all this plague and slavery stuff."

"I apologize for all your people have been through."

"It is what it is. Moses said God is going to deliver us from here and I have faith in this more than anything."

"Well I do truely believe that will be the case one way or another. Faith is a good thing to have."

She handed him the bucket and he drank greedily.

"Thirsty huh? It is a hot day out today."

"Yes, it is rather. I am having a bit of a tough time finding someone."

"Really who is it?"

"A man who is my enemy."

"Ah. So revenge then?"

"Not quite my dear. At least not yet. I need his help. Big project I am not supposed to talk about."

"I hate it when that happens."

"When what happens?"

"What you just said. Having to work with the enemy is awful especially when they beat and rape and hurt everyone. It gets to you and eats away at your soul. Knowing I would die here was almost too much to bear but then Moses just...he has such a way with words. Makes you want to listen to him you know?"

"All too well my dear. No pun intended."

They laughed at this. He bide her a good day and was just about to find a place to stay in the Israelite slave quarters when he felt something that made his heart leap. A demonic presence. Crawly. Or another demon but Aziraphale was an optimist.

He continued moving through all the way back to the pesent Egyptian side until he came upon an empty bar crawling with all the roaches and lice. He looked down and saw a skinny figure on the ground with messy red hair filled with lice. Crawly.

He went over and began to attempt to awake the sleeping demon but no avail. Aziraphale scooped him up and took him down to the river. He then dunked him and Crawly shot up actually ready to fight him.

He shoved him into the sand screaming all sorts of angel targeted insults until he realised who it was. In his defense being partially concious and feeling the prescence of a heridatary enemy to close and moving you would scare anyone.

"Aziraphale? What are you doing? Why did you-what-"

"Crawly we don't have time for your demonic nonsense."

"Demonic nonsense?"

"I need your help."

"An angel asking me for help? Really? Whatever trick this is I am not buying it."

"No trick. Heaven is planning on doing something awful the tenth day if Pharoah doesn't let the slaves go."

Okay, that made sense. Aziraphale was always more than willing to set rules and morals aside if it meant to help humanity. It must have been serious if he was directly asking Crawly for help.

"So what is it then?"

"Death of the firstborns. Azreal the angel of death will come around and steal their lives."

Crawly nodded. Aziraphale was right. He did have a weak spot for kids. Or was it his other weak spot that he had not discovered yet for himself. A certain angel who had him wrapped around his finger more than he would ever admit to and always seemed to get his way.