Anger flashed through Anael's eyes, and in the blink of an eye he had his hand around Crowley's throat. "I might be bound in this flesh, but do not think that I am grown weak, demon." He forced himself to let go of Crowley, mostly by thinking of Aziraphale, and he stepped away, as angry with himself as he was with the demon.
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Date: 2017-02-01 01:24 am (UTC)