𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞

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Taking the bus he rides around clutching his bible close to his chest looking around out the windows trying to spot Crowley's Bentley. Suddenly his eyes turn white startling him a bit as the bust stops picking up some passengers giving him some time to look around. Getting up he looks out the window seeing the world in a faint white and a pop of fire orange color getting into a car. Pushing through the people getting on he rushes over before he leaves shouting through the open passenger window breathing heavily with tears in his eyes "Crowley you promised!!" startled Crowley stares at him with heavy guilt in his eyes seeing Aziraphale's turn from white to his crystal blue. "Aziraphale I-" knowing he can't explain he rests his head on his arms on the steering wheel hearing him get in shutting the door. 

Looking out the windshield Aziraphale sighs trying not to yell in anger "You're the last apostle.." looking over Crowley says in disbelief "Me?.." looking at him Aziraphale nods. Taking a hard swallow Crowley looks out the front window "What do I represent.." he says monotone hearing Aziraphale flip through the bible gently saying somber, "Betrayal.." choking up a bit as he finishes. Feeling his heart sink a bit Crowley manages to utter out a single word "Oh.." growing quiet. Sitting in silence, apart from the muted sounds of the street outside the pair sulk.

"We don't have much time.. only a mere 10 hours now.. we should hurry along.." says Aziraphale breaking the silence as Crowley starts the car heading back to the book shop. Entering they are greeted by the 11 apostles who have been trying to figure out a plan to save the world. "Crowley please" says Aziraphale looking over at him by the door seeing hes holding the book he was witting in. As he walks past Crowley hands him the book walking over to the others getting right to work to figure out a plan. Looking at the group for a moment Aziraphale sighs looking at the book seeing he signed his name already making him a bit sad as he writes down his aura color. 

Closing the book he clutches it in his arms with a heavy sigh thinking to himself 'I hope this works..'






To Be Continued...

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