Crawly and Aziraphale walked through the city. Not side by side of course as the locusts were the eighth plague and the plagues were affecting both their abilities to sense each other and other angels and demons and if the demons saw Crawly with an angel they would torture them both and then end them and if the angels saw Aziraphale with a demon well who knows what would happen. They were walking within five feet of each other.
Plus whenever Crawly walked anywhere he was met with fears and stares so it wasn't hard to see him leading through the crowd to Pharoah's palace. He had been there once before on one of the worst nights of his life. Did Aziraphale really think him so cruel that he would have intentionally told Pharoah to kill the firstborns? Of course, he did. He was a demon after all.
They reached the palace and concentrated hard to make sure no one was watching although they could never be too sure. Each had a lie geared up to tell their side if they were ever caught. It was more likely to work for Aziraphale rather than Crawly. They approached each other.
"Now Aziraphale I don't want you to go up there and get your hopes up. All this stuff is going on and Pharoah still hasn't released the Israelite slaves. Even after there are locusts around every damn corner we have been through. Just don't expect anything to change."
"I have faith that I can convince him. And with you with me, you will provide the fear factor with those eyes of yours."
"Right. Well, then what the Hell are we waiting for? Let's do this!"
They walked up the stairs and Crawly could feel the anxiety dripping off of Aziraphale. He for some reason wished the angel would lighten up a bit but with him around that didn't seem to be the case.
The palace as expected had the worst loci in all of Egypt. There was only one spot in the room where there wasn't a horde of them and that was where Moses was standing. He and the Pharaoh were having a heated argument. The Pharoah choked when a locus flew into his mouth and Crawly laughed out loud. Aziraphale glared and both Moses and Pharoah turned to look at him.
"And who are you supposed to be?" The Pharaoh said looking so done with this plague shit. If he was so done he should have just let the slaves go in the first place.
"Hello, your majesty! My name is Aziraphale and this is my hereditary enemy Crawly. We are here to discuss some important matters about letting the slaves leave Egypt."
"Not interested. Guards!"
And that was that. The guards took them out and threw them out on the sidewalk all while having locus swarm them from everywhere.
"Well, that went well."
"It would have gone better if you hadn't had laughed. What even was that?"
"What? Are you saying it's illegal to laugh at a stuck up prick having a bug fly into his mouth? You heard him. He already has Moses on his ass and us being there or not would have made no difference."
"Oh, what am I going to do? Azreal and Death will be here in two days and the Pharoah still won't budge."
"Maybe he needs a little karma for what he did to the slave children."
"They are innocent Crawly. This is all terribly confusing."
"I know angel. I get it. My side does things I don't understand either."
"No! You are a demon who couldn't possibly get it."
Aziraphale then stormed off while angrily swatting away the incoming horde of locus. Crawly shook his head. He agreed with Aziraphale although he would never say it out loud.