Ah, Jerico. Land of the fucking morons who thought that sacrificing babies would make their precious sky daddies pleased with them. What was it with all these civilizations and sacrificing babies anyways? Crawly sometimes wondered about the humans. They had such big brains but could be such dense bone heads at times. He was here for a quick temptation. In and out.

He then heard screaming behind him. He turned slowly and saw a much taller man beating on a woman in a scarf who was holding her hands over her head. He knew he shouldn't interfere but-

Before he was fully aware of what he was doing he walked up to the man and hissed loudly forking his tongue. The man's eyes filled with fear and he instinctively backed up.

"Good choice prick." The man ran off and he offered a hand to the woman. Much to his surprise she hit his hand and stood angrily.

"You just scared off my pimp you fucking asshole!"

"You shouldn't let people treat you like that."

More surprisingly wasn't that she was a prostitute but that she wasn't scared of him. At all. An idea crossed his mind.

"You have any booze?"

"What?"

"You know like alcohol. I need to get drunk and-"

"Yeah sure. But don't think I won't stab you in your drunken slumber if you try any demonic shit snake fiend!"

"I will take that chance. Won't think of it. Shall we get on?"

She nodded and the two started to go back to her house. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye Crawly saw two Hebrew men lurking around the city. He sucked in his breath when he saw soldiers coming from the other end looking for them.

If they were here it had to do with the Great Plan. And if they were caught Aziraphale would get blamed for it. Based on what he said about what Gabriel had told him. And if that happened then he might not want to take the chance of being around Crawly anymore. And Crawly certainly wasn't about to have that. He didn't know the reason but demons were supposed to cause disillusion and confusion so if he was confused it was a halfway marker to that right?

"Hey, sassy."

She turned with her dark brows knit into a scowl that would stop the hearts of a disobedient class. "It's Rahab you cunt."

"Alright, Rahab. Good any room for two more guests?"

"What? Why? I am not sleeping with you or your freaky friends unless you pay up."

"Won't dream of it. And they aren't my friends dear. Just some old buddies."

"Fine. Yes. You can."

"Great. Thanks, Rahab."

He then proceeded to walk over to the two men who promptly began flinging curses at him and all this anti-demonic shit Crawly did not have time for.

"Shut up will ya! Satan! I can't think when you humans get bloody well like this! Look. This city is filtered with guards who scoop you two up like a bunch of ants on a sugar cube based on your appearance alone. You are going to get caught. Come with me if you want to continue with your lives and not fail your mission from God."

The men agreed and followed him without much fight after that. Although he figured it could have been because of the eyes. They got to the house and Rahab provided alchol and food. The men took the food. Crawly took the booze.

Suddenly the guards who had spotted the spies were at the front door. The spies instantly began breaking out in a sweat. Crawly internally swore knowing this could be no good but then realized that he could hide the spies on the roof but Rahab beat him to it and she hid the three of them up there while she convincingly lied about their whereabouts to the guards and they bought it thanks to her acting and a little demonic miracle of Crawly's own.

They were then prompted to come down by Rahab. One of the spies explained that there would be a war coming soon. He pulled out a red rope and told her to put this outside her door. It reminded Crawly of the final plague in Egypt. They said she and everyone in the houses of whoever had this would be left unharmed. She nodded and took the scarf.

They then took the men out to safety so they could return home. The stars were out and Crawly sighed taking in their beauty. He would never not be overwhelmed by one of his favorite creations. So much there. Too much to write on paper.

He then looked over and saw her pleating the rope through her fingers. She reminded Crawly of Aziraphale and he almost smiled. Almost. What was wrong with him?

"All my life I have been treated as a piece of meat and property to the men in my life. Yet you have treated me with kindness-"

Oh no. Not good.

"I won't call it kindness. More like devious persuasion to get a quick drink."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You men and your egos. I meant this is my chance to change my life. I have the power to decide who lives and who dies with this rope. Many of the people in this part of the city are persecuted by the overwhelming pressure and force and the greed of our king. Finally, we have a chance to do something about it. He had my family executed you know?"

She was right. He had seen many families brutally tortured and murdered and their daughters sold off into sexual slavery. This part of the city was racked in violence, poverty and filth. Many were good but too many were evil.

"I can finally be more than what the world and other people tell me I should be."

"That's great. Do what you got to do and save the children and whatnot." He wasn't listening but instead thinking of where that wank wings Aziraphale had gone off to.

She then wrapped her arms around his waist and Crawly felt his heart leap into his throat. He couldn't move. He wasn't accustomed to such tenderness. Every time a demon in Hell touched him it was to hurt. Humans were no different. Except for children at times. But this was-

"Thank you so much! Sorry I called you a cunt and a fucking asshole earlier!"

"Yeah. No problem. Don't worry about it." A human did-what did they call it? Oh yes. A hug. She had hugged him.

"I know what I must do now!" She then literally skipped away and was running back home humming happily to herself.

Crawly looked up at the sky knowing he would have more Hellfire marks on his skin than the stars he was viewing if they ever found out but he didn't feel scared. Instead, he felt a new warm feeling. Not happiness but hope. For one of the first times. The only other time he had felt like this was when he was with Aziraphale in Eden. Strange. Good things always seemed to match with the angel in his mind. Must have been that aura of kindness angels were rumored to have in Hell.