~ In Case Forever Ends Tomorrow ~ A Good Omens Fanfic

7 - I Will Never Let You Fall Again

~ Crowley's Perspective ~

Holy hell was Crowley ever stressed out. He was absolute crap at flying, fighting, and was an expert at making a fool of himself. He tried his best to avoid flying at all costs. He wasn't afraid of heights, not at all. He was afraid of Falling. Ever since he'd Fallen from Heaven, he'd been terrified of flying. He didn't want to fall. His wings were skating as he made his way into the air, supporting Aziraphale too. He had to make some sort of effort and at least try and get his angel to safety. Crowley's eyes were fully yellow, not a spot of white in them at all. His pupils were nothing but the thinnest slits of black as he swerved through the hallways of Hell with Aziraphale, the angel's white wings brushing the tips of his black feathers. Close on their tails were Heaven and hell themselves, with both angels and demons tearing each other to shreds. Crowley shot into the stairs, slamming into a wall and missing the door.

He spat out a curse, and with it a spark of fire.

Aziraphale grabbed his arms and yanked him through the arrow pass, and the two folded their wings back in. Aziraphale gripped Crowley's hand tightly as they entered the dark staircase. Crowley swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He squeezed Aziraphale's hand, hoping the angel didn't mind.

"Crowley, dear, you're shaking!" Aziraphale fretted.

"Really? Oh. I hadn't noticed." Crowley said, trying to sound okay. His voice wavered a little bit as he tried walking up the stairs. A soft white glow came through the darkness, coming from the direction of the angel.

"What..." Crowley trailed off as Aziraphale hurried on.

"It's my halo," The angel explained, "Sorry. I do wish it didn't glow."

"No, no... I think it's beautiful," Crowley whispered, then realised he sounded much too nice. He was thankful for both the darkness and his sunglasses for hiding his blush.

"I mean, if it helps me see the bloody stairs then it's fine," Crowley corrected.

Aziraphale snorted.

"Come on." They hurried up the rest of the stairs, pausing only once after Crowley nearly slipped down the stairs and fell back to Hell. They could hear the screams and shouts of the angels and demons that were pursuing them. Aziraphale throws open the door at the top of the stairs, the light momentarily blinding Crowley. He squinted at the sunlight, which he quickly realised was not sunlight at all, but rather, a red cloud of swirling flames.

"Satan," Crowley breathed as he and Aziraphale unfolded their wings. The angel shot into the sky, flying towards the flames.

"Angel!" Crowley cried, just as Gabriel and Beelzebub burst through the doors behind him. With no time to spare, he threw himself into the sky, beating his wings as hard as he could. When he looked down, he could see the archangel Gabriel unfolding his wings as well. His wings were pure white, and he bore the feathers of a swan, while Aziraphale bore those of a dove. Crowley found Aziraphale's wings much nicer, though Gabriel's were too bright for his eyes. He turned forwards again, and felt the earth itself shake. Angel and demon stopped as one, everyone holding their breath as the ground shook below them, the ones still on the ground falling and gripping the pavement of the road. Humans were in a panic, running around and attempting to flee. Crowley frowned, then starred in horror as the ground in the middle of the street split in two, a fiery orange crack splintering down it. Cars fell through the crack that never seems to end as two massive claws gripped the edge of the road. A mighty roar came, and Crowley covered his ears along with many others. The sound didn't die away, the ringing in his ears didn't cease even after the sound had faded. The King of demons thrust his head from the crack, the blood red of his scales shimmering with flames. His horns were jet black, and were twisted around his head like a crown. He resembled a gargoyle, only one hundred times the size. He thrust his wings out, the bat-like structure the size of a whale. He roared, his fangs large and pointed, much like his red ears. His tongue was long and serpentine, and his eyes were mostly black and filled with darkness.