Aziraphale the baker can’t figure out why Crowley, the town blacksmith, hates him so much.
The expectations placed upon Aziraphale were simple and straightforward. Temple servants were to pledge themselves only to their goddess, care for those who entered the temple, keep the inner sanctums clean, never break their vows of loyalty and chastity, and never seek a life for themselves outside of the temple.
Aziraphale had accepted this fate, and played his role well… for a time.
Aziraphale was cursed with something powerful: a sympathetic heart. Within this heart bloomed something both wonderful and terrible, a deep longing for the love of a strange and spectacular man who unexpectedly came entered his life.