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Time: May 1st
Place: The basement
Status: Private (Aziraphale, Crowley, "Beelzebub") - complete
Summary: Aziraphale does not wake up in his bedroom.

Little Principality, reject of the Host, haven't you learned anything about survival?  Perhaps I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut.

The voice is deep and yet somehow congenial, and it's the calmness of the voice that makes Aziraphale feel the most trepidation.  He shouldn't be hearing it at all, and the fact it's speaking to him means that he's not going to die soon, and he can't move, and it hurts -

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Aziraphale woke up with a start, heart pounding, only to realise that, although his body asserted he had woken up, he was in fact still chained to a wall, naked, forced into kneeling on the ground. 

A strong hand gripped his chin and tilted it up so he could see the eyes of his captor.  Beelzebub was smiling pleasantly.  "I can't decide what order to do this in.  Your tongue needs to be removed for your insolence, of course, but before or after you scream for mercy?  Such a choice I have to make.  But your eyes... yes, your eyes remain, so you can see exactly whose fault it is you've been handed to me so sweetly."

With a jerk of his hand, Aziraphale was forced to look outside of the cell.  Standing against the wall, looking blank, was Crowley.

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Aziraphale drew in a hissed breath as he watched Crowley collapse to his knees. He'd been right! Crowley had been coerced, and the poor thing defied Beelzebub to save him then and healed his neck and -

He was now covered with Crowley's blood, and it was burning his skin. Reacting purely on instincts and ignoring any point Beelzebub was attempting to make with this, he kicked Beelzebub's wrist away from his sword, and, grabbing it, wrenched out of Crowley and thrust it into Beelzebub's chest, being sure to duck to the side to avoid getting countered as Michael had taught him.

Beelzebub stabbed (that was easy, there must be something wrong here), he began trying to heal Crowley. "Crowley! Crowley dear, can you hear me?!"

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Crowley heard his angel but his voice sounded far away and the room was turning red. "...'n...g'l....ssss'rry...."

He wanted to say more but a fresh stream of blood gushed from his mouth. Crowley had to make Aziraphale leave him--Beelzebub was many things but easy to kill wasn't one of them. He had to make Aziraphale leave, but his vision was going dark and he was quickly losing all of his strength. Everything was red and darkness and death...

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Beelzebub was moving. Beelzebub was moving and Aziraphale didn't care. "Don't be sorry, Crowley! You - you haven't done anything wrong!" Aziraphale assured him, stroking Crowley's hair and ignoring their impending doom. "I understand why you do the things you do, I promise I do!"

Death didn't matter, because he was going to be with Crowley regardless, so why fear it?

And with that, Beelzebub collapsed and disappeared.

Aziraphale blinked and looked around. The basement no longer looked like a dungeon, and Beelzebub was gone, what the bloody...?

But Crowley was still injured, and so Aziraphale decided to ignore it all and focus on healing his Serpent.