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Aziraphale swallowed. “Oh dear.”

It followed that Asmodeus would have given him the largest room; he would have been the more difficult of the two to keep and a larger enclosure would be more suitable for keeping him quiet and occupied during those times when he would have to be locked away or separated from Crowley.

Aziraphale felt the pace of his breathing speed up along with his heartbeat. A flat metallic taste went through his mouth but he moved deliberately across the room and if one were watching, no one would have known the intense fear that jolted through Aziraphale’s body at that moment.

He closed the door, ostensibly to change, but in reality to sit down for a moment upon the pristine white leather chair at the desk and breathe very hard, clutching at the edge of the desk so that the edges of unfinished wood underneath the desk bit into his hands.

“Oh dear, oh goodness gracious…”

The words ran out as he realized he had nothing more to say.

It was not as if he didn’t know that the trap was around him, but it was a different thing to feel the edges of the teeth closing around him, slow and persistent.

“Damn,” he said softly to himself, realizing that the Prince of Hell had been on his own offensive with that regular evening book reading together, changing tactics to better meet what Aziraphale might himself be interested in and he had walked right into that – no, thrown himself into that with nary a second thought.

No, this would not do, and he took a moment to have a Moment, angry at himself for being played so easily, angry at Crowley for not telling him anything, and even more angry at Asmodeus for putting him in this ridiculous situation. But the anger passed like a hot wave and he spent a minute breathing heavily, hands clenched, before he stood up with deliberation to deal with the clothes. Time was an issue here and he did not want to upset the Prince of Hell.

So what would Asmodeus want him to wear? With an aggrieved sigh Aziraphale walked over toward the bed. This suit was quite handsome and more than sufficient to go to almost any event in, even the opera, but...oh.

“Oh.” Aziraphale felt the sound drop out of his mouth like a stone into water, sinking down and perhaps it went down so far as to bop Satan upon his forehead.

There, spread out upon the bed, was a beautiful glittering mass of silk and crystal and yes, this had to be an evening gown.

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The Very Secret non-existing Diary of Crowley, demon and former angel.... THIS DIARY DOES NOT EXIST !

now at Golgotha, 33

wow what an asshole

How very depressing that Neil Gaiman had trended not even a tiny bit for demonstrating what a fucking horrific person he is.

As a reminder, he's suing Caroline Wallner, one of his accusers, for breaking her NDA. Not for libel. He's saying she shouldn't have told anyone about it, not that she lied.

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Neil Gaiman Seeks $500,000 From Accuser Caroline Wallner

The author says Wallner broke her NDA by sharing her story with the media, including with New York Magazine.

He doesn't need the money. He's risking the Streisand effect. He is punishing Caroline, he's trying to intimidate other victims who have signed NDAs to scare them into continued silence.

He is no friend to women, to the LGBTQIA+ community, to anyone quite frankly unless he thinks they are of value to him.

Share the story. Put it on Facebook and bluesky and whatever else you're on. Make it clear what a horrifying person he is. Tell your friends. He's paying Edendale a fortune to try and cover this up. Make this hard for him. Make it cost him money.

(via Elon Musk stealing from children : r/RealTwitterAccounts)