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“I miss the old days,” Gabriel added. “You know, before the whole Apocalypse thing. It was so much better when I didn’t constantly have to watch my back.”

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Crowley nodded. “When an angel was an angel and a demon was a demon was a demon, and the line between good and evil was clean cut for us.” Ok, he’d backstabbed his own kind more than once, but he was a demon, it was pretty much expected.