"Huh. That's odd." Crowley murmured to himself as he hung up his cellphone and shoved it into his pocket. He had been trying to get take out for the family, but so far all the restaurants he tried were closed.
"Grandpa?" Crowley glanced down and met Mercury's purple gaze. "Is something wrong?"
"Naw!" Crowley replied. "I just came up with a grand idea for lunch! Why don't we head to South Downs for a picnic? Grandfather and I have enough food for ten of them!"
"That is indeed a wonderful idea dear boy." Aziraphale agreed, little Koko on his lap playing with his pocket watch.
"Oh, before we go, Little One, please go see if the package arrived.”
“Okay Papa.” Eden laughed at the sight of the triplets knocking Gabriel onto the floor, the Archangel was laughing hysterically as the triplets climbed onto him like he was a jungle gym.
"Oi!" Crowley piped up, "I wanna be a jungle gym too, wot am I? Chopped liver?" Crowley squawked in delight when Polaris ran to him and his head collided with his stomach.
"Be careful what you wish for dear boy." Aziraphale snickered.
When Eden arrived at the twin doors of the shop, she didn’t see any packages, instead she saw a letter sticking out of the post box. Eden grabbed it, went back inside and handed it to her Papa. “Just a letter Papa.”
“How odd.” Aziraphale murmured as he opened the letter, only to drop it seconds later as the rest of the family exited the bookshop.
Aziraphale's gaze was fixed on a piece of parchment, with handwriting he recognized almost immediately. It was the handwriting of Agnes Nutter and on the parchment was a single prophecy.
"The Dragon cometh."
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Bad Omens 8: Ye Saga Comes To An End
ParanormalA new threat has arisen, not only is the world in danger yet again, Aziraphale and Crowley's growing family is in danger as well..... Another War might cost them everything they hold dear...... (The Final Chapter of the Bad Omens Saga) The end is he...
