i listened to a bunch of the killers songs while drawing this and then my 14-year-old self opened a time portal and deigned to fistbump me
god: i have cast this questioning serpent out of heaven with the rest of lucifer’s armies
aziraphale, standing in front of crowley defensively: you’ve fucked up a perfectly good angel is what you’ve done. look at it, it’s got anxiety
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