Angel Of Death - Crowley X Aziraphale (Finished)

11 - Death

"I am! I'm being serious! In the future these humans that God will create will place things inside their mouths and they'll be absorbed into their bodies to make them survive!"

"That's preposterous! Mouths are meant for talking not... What did you call it?"

"Eating." Aziraphale snorted in ridicule. Crowley chuckled at Aziraphale's reaction.

"How can you know so much about the almighty's plan?" The angel asked curiously. Days he'd spent in that awful pit with the demon for company. Crowley was always there. Healing his injuries and trying to cheer him up. Gabriel would often come to the edge of the pit and ask Aziraphale who healed him, but he ensured to never reveal his name, so that Aziraphale could remain truthful when he replied 'I don't know.'

"I guess she felt like it was something that needed to be revealed."

"Tell me more about these... Humans." Crowley smiled at his friend, who seemed much more comfortable having someone else with him.

"Well they're a little like creators, they will often invent new things to try and make their lives better. They don't have any power and they can't do miracles. But they'll keep trying. And they won't be held to either heaven or hell. They'll get to make their own choices."

"That sounds... Nice." The angel replied.

"You don't like being part of heaven, do you angel?" Crowley asked. Everything he had sensed from the Angel's words had revealed that he actually quite despised heaven.

"No... I don't. That doesn't mean I wish to fall either. I truly believe in the almighty's plan, but..."

"You're alone." The angel nodded.

"Azrael and Lucifer were all I had. Now they're both gone."

"What happened to Azrael?" The question was soft, full of understanding that an answer, although wanted, was not necessary. Aziraphale pulled his knees to his chest.

"She got her holy power." Aziraphale played with his hand for a little before continuing.
"The three of us were all together that day. I'll never forget it. The almighty's light shone down on her. Her wings were clipped from her body. They fell to the ground before burning away. And all the holiness was taken from her body. And the almighty gave Azrael the power to remove souls from the universe. To destroy them completely. She became death. Tasked with stealing away life for eternity. She begged to be free from the task. She couldn't bear the thought of killing anyone, let alone everyone. But the Almighty didn't care. Azrael disappeared, never again to have a family, to have friends, but always to kill. As for Lucifer, he was hurt. He blamed himself for being unable to protect his sister. So he turned against God, believing that at least Satan wouldn't tear families apart. And I get it, I felt the guilt as well. The same guilt a felt only a few days ago when I let Admael fall. But... I have to believe that she has a plan. If I don't, then I'm just admitting to myself that I failed them both."

"Angel..." Shocking the angel and causing him to rapidly tense, the demon bundled him in his arms and whispered in his ear.
"You didn't fail them. That angel. Admael..." It felt weird for the demon to speak his old name.
"He will be in pain right now, just like you are. He will beg to be allowed back into heaven and he will pray for her forgiveness. But angel, because of his fall, he'll find a happiness he never before thought was possible. And I know it might be hard for you to see, but you will too. you'll find a greater happiness than you can currently comprehend. And as for Azrael, God chose her because she was kind and compassionate. She could help the souls she took to find peace. Only someone that kind could do that." Very slowly, a hand latched onto the demon's back.

"You are a very wise demon," the angel told him with tears choking his voice. The demon calmly and patiently soothed his angel. Eventually the angel drooped against him. Carefully picking him up, he lay him gently on the floor, allowing him to rest. The demon ignored his stinging eyes. His angel had done so much for him and he'd never even known it. He swore that when he found a way back to his own time, back to his angel, he'd protect him with every fiber of his being. He'd never leave him alone again. Crowley's deep thoughts almost prevented him from noticing the new presence in the room.

"This was an unexpected development," the presence spoke. Crowley's eyes snapped to the being. A being clad in black. Crowley stepped towards her.

"If you're here for Aziraphale, I won't let you touch him." Crowley warned. Aziraphale partially opened his eyes, despite the fact that he was unable to see the scene unfold.

"He was due to die tonight from the wounds of the lightning pit."  The girl lowered her hood, revealing a pale young looking girl with dark hair covering most of her back. "But there isn't a single wound on him. How can that be demon?" Crowley scowled.

"With all your travels through time surely you must know?"

"I do, and you hijacking the trip to this time should not have occurred. Return to your own time and allow me to do my job!" Death commanded. Anger and fear flew threw the demon. He was not going to lose his angel. Especially not before even meeting him. Aziraphale stifled a gasp, throwing his hand over his mouth as he finally saw the eyes of the man who had been with him all this time. His eyes illuminated, first from a light gold, brightening into a deep orange, then finally a blood red, terrible and terrifying.

"You shall not take this Angel's soul. He is under my protection!" The angel shivered at the words. With nothing more to say, Azrael vanished into a puff of smoke. Calming down, the demon remembered the story his angel had told him about this night, he turned around at the same time as Aziraphale clamped his eyes shut, pretending to sleep. Crowley sighed looking at the angel.

"I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to frighten you." Aziraphale kept his eyes shut, not saying a word. "It's okay, I know you're awake, but you don't have to be afraid." Crowley strutted over to the Angel's resting place, lightly lifting his head and placing it on his lap. His fingers gently raked through the Angel's blonde curls. "I won't hurt you. Not ever." The angel let out a sigh, not wanting to focus on how comfortable he felt, here with this demon, where for the first time in his life, he didn't feel alone.