Gabriel shrugged. "One of the pagan customs we assimilated along the way, I suppose. Eostre's fertility cult, if I recall correctly, though I don't remember them being hung. The food is excellent, though." He gestured towards the buffet table, noting the other demon there.

That must be Crowley.

He'd have to talk to him soon; what motive could a demon have for protecting an angel? Had Aziraphael actually managed to get the demon to care for him, to truly see him as a friend?