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Aziraphale can’t believe what he’s been hearing. Having decided to return to earth to be with Crowley, he was now getting the typical three way archangel plus metatron lecture about what a disappointment he was and how he was to receive the standard ‘memory erasure and demotion’ that came with being an archangel who disappointed God.
He interrupted, for the sake of getting it over with as much as anything else.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean standard procedure? How can it be standard procedure if it has only ever happened to one archangel?”
They all turned to look at him. Seeing no answer he waved his hand to bring up old records. He did have clearance, after all.
He... choked. This... could not be true. There was no way... To be so deceived...
And he did it, did all of it... for Crowley.
They cringed when he turned back to look at them. His usual perpetual air of cheeriness was gone and in his eyes they could see shards of Lucifer's ice.
"Where are my memories?"