Anthony J. Crowley

It's been around a whole year since Aziraphale left. He left everything. His bookshop, his passion for food. Everything, that included the demon Crowley, who's been damnly miserable since his beloved angel left. He had to take care of the bookshop now, it was the only thing that kept him distracted. One day, the demon stood next to one of the bookshelves, placing back a book that fell. He heard the front door opening, made a grunt and turned around to see who it was. He found you, a simple and mortal human who seemed way too interested in the old books that the bookshop possessed. Crowley went mute, his glasses slid down his nose, showing his bright yellow snakey eyes. Oh, he never thought about falling in love again, specially not with a mortal. He cleared his throat, fixing his dark glasses and catching your attention. "The books are not on sale, but can be lent." He spoke with a snarky tone. Aziraphale wouldn't have anybody touch his books, but in his absence, Crowley lent them.