Character Notes: History: Crowley, or "Crawly" as he was known back then, began 'life' as an angel. He didn't mean to Fall. He just hung out with the crowd and ended up not Falling so much as sauntering vaguely downward, which, in the end, turned out to be more or less the same thing as Falling. He was good at tempting people - a major failing in an angel but a good way to get work as a demon, and so with Earth newly formed and everything all nice and fresh, Hell sent him up to go and "make some trouble". And boy did he ever make some trouble. Under the guise of the Serpent, he found himself in the Garden of Eden, and there was some business with a Tree of Knowledge and some Forbidden Fruit, and what do you know but there went Paradise. One discussion with a certain angel later, and Crawly was left wondering what exactly had happened, and - perhaps more troublesome - if he'd somehow managed to do the Right Thing. (A demon could get in a lot of trouble, doing the right thing.)
Somewhere around 1000 AD, he and Aziraphale had come to a sort of Arrangement, because they were both far from home and only in passing contact with their respective superiors, and anyway they had more in common with each other than they had with anyone back home. They'd meet up every once in a while, compare notes, have lunch, and if occasionally one of them did the other's job for him, well, it was all getting done in the end so who cared how it got done?
Everything was going splendidly, or at least as nicely as it could be, considering the devilry humans managed to get up to, and things probably would have continued on nicely, except for one tiny little detail.
Okay, maybe not that tiny.
Crowley was summoned by Hastur and Ligur - two Dukes of Hell - who had a special package for Crowley to deliver: the Antichrist. He took the Antichrist to the Chattering Order of St. Beryl (a sect of Satanic nuns) and presumably, that would be that. The nuns made a mistake in switching out babies, however, and the Antichrist wound up getting lost in the shuffle, a complication that Crowley was blissfully unaware of, having buggered off as soon as the tiny little Antichrist had been delivered.
And after that, he panicked. Or rather, he didn't precisely panic, but he was very close to it, and so he sought out the one person on all of - pardon his French - God's green Earth who'd understand. Aziraphale. It took all the powers of persuasion Crowley had, but he finally managed to convince Aziraphale that it would be a really, really good idea to try and thwart Hell's plans, and the two wound up overseeing the false Antichrist's upbringing. Crowley worried that the child was too normal; Aziraphale felt that it was his good influence on the child that kept him so normal. The truth came out at the false Antichrist's eleventh birthday party, when the Hellhound that had been sent to stay by the boy and protect him from all harm didn't show up where it should have. Or rather, it showed up where it should have, and everything else was all wrong.
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History: Crowley, or "Crawly" as he was known back then, began 'life' as an angel. He didn't mean to Fall. He just hung out with the crowd and ended up not Falling so much as sauntering vaguely downward, which, in the end, turned out to be more or less the same thing as Falling. He was good at tempting people - a major failing in an angel but a good way to get work as a demon, and so with Earth newly formed and everything all nice and fresh, Hell sent him up to go and "make some trouble". And boy did he ever make some trouble. Under the guise of the Serpent, he found himself in the Garden of Eden, and there was some business with a Tree of Knowledge and some Forbidden Fruit, and what do you know but there went Paradise. One discussion with a certain angel later, and Crawly was left wondering what exactly had happened, and - perhaps more troublesome - if he'd somehow managed to do the Right Thing. (A demon could get in a lot of trouble, doing the right thing.)
A few thousand years later - quite a few of them, in fact - and Crawly had at some point decided that Crawly just didn't suit him. It was time for a new name and a new image. He'd been spending a lot of time on Earth, after all, and Serpents were a bit passé. Under the guise of a human, he set about doing what he supposedly did best - securing souls for Hell. Trouble was, he was growing rather fond of humans, and anyway, they were so much better at damning themselves. He got a commendation for the Spanish Inquisition - and he hadn't even been there at the time.
Somewhere around 1000 AD, he and Aziraphale had come to a sort of Arrangement, because they were both far from home and only in passing contact with their respective superiors, and anyway they had more in common with each other than they had with anyone back home. They'd meet up every once in a while, compare notes, have lunch, and if occasionally one of them did the other's job for him, well, it was all getting done in the end so who cared how it got done?
Everything was going splendidly, or at least as nicely as it could be, considering the devilry humans managed to get up to, and things probably would have continued on nicely, except for one tiny little detail.
Okay, maybe not that tiny.
Crowley was summoned by Hastur and Ligur - two Dukes of Hell - who had a special package for Crowley to deliver: the Antichrist. He took the Antichrist to the Chattering Order of St. Beryl (a sect of Satanic nuns) and presumably, that would be that. The nuns made a mistake in switching out babies, however, and the Antichrist wound up getting lost in the shuffle, a complication that Crowley was blissfully unaware of, having buggered off as soon as the tiny little Antichrist had been delivered.
And after that, he panicked. Or rather, he didn't precisely panic, but he was very close to it, and so he sought out the one person on all of - pardon his French - God's green Earth who'd understand. Aziraphale. It took all the powers of persuasion Crowley had, but he finally managed to convince Aziraphale that it would be a really, really good idea to try and thwart Hell's plans, and the two wound up overseeing the false Antichrist's upbringing. Crowley worried that the child was too normal; Aziraphale felt that it was his good influence on the child that kept him so normal. The truth came out at the false Antichrist's eleventh birthday party, when the Hellhound that had been sent to stay by the boy and protect him from all harm didn't show up where it should have. Or rather, it showed up where it should have, and everything else was all wrong.