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IT WAS NOT A NICE DAY. Days hadn’t been nice for a while now and the oldest Archangel, whose name was Lucifer knew this. Raphael, the second youngest Archangel, knew this, only she didn’t want to believe him, no matter how many times he tried telling her, she got angry. Stormed off and ignored him.
He did already have the support of other Angels. Two younger Archangels, three Watchers and a few lesser ones Lucifer forgot the names off(it wasn’t his fault there were so many!).
But his favourite sister said no. His favourite sister. Now, he really shouldn’t play favourites, but how couldn’t he? His twin, Michael was a bitch and Raphael’s twin, Gabriel was a brat. Raphael was the only one he understood, the only one he always managed to love, no matter what the Angel did. Nothing could stop Lucifer from loving and adoring his little sister. Even after hearing the hurtful things she had to say about the woman. The first woman, the one Lucifer had been talking to. The one who didn’t want to be underneath Adam1.
Raphael and Lucifer were pretty similar in the worst ways. In the ways that they could hurt anyone without being aware of it, and in the ways they could get hurt. In the ways they never really paid much attention to the lower ranked angels because, why would they?
It didn’t matter. Lucifer would find a way to convince her, he had to. He was going to.
“OH WE’RE BETTER THAN THAT, you're better than that, Angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you.”
“But... Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys. But Heaven... Well, it's the side of Truth, of Light. Of Good.”
“When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no. Tell me you said no.”
“If I'm in charge... I can make a difference.”
HE CONTINUED DRIVING, slowly as he put a Mozard CD into the player and the music started flooding the car;
CAN’T… ANYBODYYYY FIND MEEEEEEE SOMEBODY TOOO… love…
The music played on for a while until it came to a certain song and suddenly, Freddie Mercury seemed to be speaking to him,
This is your life, don't play hard to get / It's a free world, all you have to do is fall in love—Good afternoon, darling, sorry to interrupt. Crowley froze for a second, well, that was a person he hadn’t talked to in a while,
“Sa– my lord, what are you–”
Oh, hadn’t I told you not to call me that? Asked the person using Freddie’s voice, Look, usually I just let it go, darling, but I wouldn’t want my dear old brother calling me that.
“Ngh,” groaned Crowley, “M’not your brother.”
Oh, of course, dear Crawly, I do apologise. Anyway, there is something I need you to do.
“You what?” Exclaimed the serpent, having sped up his driving since the king of hell started calling him, “What about me being executed for stopping Armageddon and whatnot?”
Oh, that wasn’t me, don’t worry about that. That was all Beelzebub, I didn’t have a say in that decision at all. Crowley frowned at that, You know, I’ve been very hands-off recently, let the demons do their own things.
“Taking after mother, are we?” But immediately Crowley cursed himself for saying that.
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Crowley flinched as he stuttered his reply, “Nothing, nothing, Luc, don’t worry about it.”
That’s what I thought.
Crowley took a deep breath, “Anyway, you said you had a job for me?
Yep, I did say that, didn’t I? The serpent sighed, Well, you know about my dear daughter, Charlie? His voice went up an octave as he said his child’s name.
“Yeah.”
Well, she is currently working on a very lovely project of hers. I want you to help her.
“Er, right. And why is that exactly?”
Because she needs it. Because… And suddenly he knew. He hated it when his brother did that. Always did.
“Fine. I’ll help her.”
Well, you’ve always been my favourite sibling. His voice sounded much less like Freddie’s now.
“Don’t push it. Flattery won’t help.”
Still, thank you. Really, thanks, Ra– Crowley flinched as Lucifer paused for a second, Crawly.
The snake sighed, “No problem.”
“COME WITH ME... to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference.”
“You can't leave this bookshop.”
“Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.”
“No. No, I don't suppose it does.” He put his sunglasses on, “Good luck.”
“Good luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back, to Heaven! Work with me! We can be together! Angels... doing good! I... I need you! I don't think you understand what I'm offering you.”
“I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.”
“Well... then there's nothing more to say.”
“Listen.” Crowley raised a finger, pointing at the sky, “Do you hear that?”
“I don't hear anything.”
“That's the point. No nightingales.” Aziraphale looked down as Crowley sighed, “You idiot. We could have been... us.” Aziraphale was about to say something when suddenly the demon’s lips were upon his. When they parted, he was shaking, out of breath, then straightened and looked at Crowley,
“I... I forgive you.”
“Don't bother.”
AZIRAPHALE AND METATRON ARRIVED IN HEAVEN, immediately greeted upon by the two Seraphs Aziraphale hadn’t met before,
“Oh my, it is my absolute pleasure to meet you, Supreme Archangel. My name is Emily, but you can call me anything, really, Em, Emmy, E, whatever, I go by whatever.” Aziraphale was caught off guard by the sudden cheeriness of the angel, it reminded him of Muriel.
“Emily,” A lower voice called out and the young angel stepped back,
“Right, sorry, Sera.”
Sera smiled down at her, then looked at Aziraphale, “It is good to finally meet you. We shall show you around, there's a lot you should know after being on earth for such a long time.”
Aziraphale returned the gentle smile with a nod, then he and the Metatron followed the two Seraphim.