~ In Case Forever Ends Tomorrow ~ A Good Omens Fanfic

6 - Heaven Isn't Always on the Side of Good

~ Crowley's Perspective ~

"Angel?!" He called, "Angel, please! Where are you?"

His head was spinning with worry. He knew he shouldn't be worrying. Perhaps Aziraphale had just gone out for a last minute errand. Something like that.

He has to be okay. Crowley thought, He has to be.

He paced endlessly around the room before stopping and sitting on the floor, putting his hands over his face. He buried them further, hoping to look up and see everything was fine. He only had one friend, and should anything ever happen to him...

Don't think about, don't think about it...

Invisible flames flashed before his eyes as he remembered sitting in that very spot on the floor, crying and crying and crying the day the bookshop had burned. The day he thought he'd lost Aziraphale. He shook his head, whimpered quietly on the floor. He hadn't realised he was shaking until he reached up to wipe at his eyes.

"Oh, stand up for God's sake," A familiar voice told him, the tone completely unsympathetic and rude. Not like Crowley expected anything less from the archangel Gabriel. His dove grey jacket was clean and prissy, and his smile was tight and forced as he looked down.

"I said get up, you pathetic mess."

Crowley stopped crying. He gritted his teeth instead, looking up at Gabriel as the angel snatched his arm and hauled him to his feet, pinning him against the wall.

"Get the hell away from me," Crowley hissed, his gaze burning into Gabriel's, "What have you done with Aziraphale?!"

"Aw, how cute," Gabriel mocked, "Someone wants to know where their angel friend is?" Gabriel said in a baby tone of voice that made Crowley want to bite him.

Crowley, with absolutely no patience, lunged at Gabriel and tore his fingernail down Gabriel's arm, ranking them along him. He threw Gabriel back, flinging his fingers out and running his tongue over fangs that hadn't been there before.

"No wonder God doesn't like you," Gabriel gasped, out of breath, "You're ugly in your true form." The angel moved closer to him, smiling.

"Oh, this isn't my true form." Crowley snapped, shifting from demon to snake. His coiled upwards, reaching Gabriel's height and and hissing, his thin tongue coming out and tasting the air. Crowley's scales were smooth, shiny and as black as his feathers. His underbelly was a deep blood red, and his eyes were still the same. He was a big, long snake with venom. And it was about to be unleashed upon this angel.

Gabriel dove away from Crowley's first attack, ending up behind him. Gabriel was fast, but Crowley was faster. He lunged for the angel, who grabbed him and flung back down to the floor, where Crowley slammed his head against the floor and chipped his fang.

"Even sssshhhharper," He hissed, not having much other form of speech. He snapped at Gabriel again, only to be held back. He whipped his head around to see three more angels, weapons in hand.

If there was one thing Crowley knew by now, it was that Heaven was not cuddly. And angels weren't sweet. Only Aziraphale was. His best and only friend was lost somewhere, and only God knew what they'd done with him.

Snake form wasn't cutting it anymore. He shifted back as the angels seized him, and his wings knocked one away.

"Stop it!" He cried, "GET OFF OF ME, ALL YOU BLOODY ANGELS!"

Despite his best efforts of panic and sort of fighting his way out of their grip, none of his attempts did anything but make him look foolish.

"What did you do with Aziraphale?!" He demanded, "ANSWER ME!"