David Tennant Characters (One Shots)

Crowley's Fall (Good Omens Oneshot)

"I didn't fall. I just... sauntered vaguely downwards." Crowley sarcastically remarked. He needed to believe that to make himself feel better. Both he and Aziraphale knew that wasn't what happened, but he refused to discuss it. Until one day.

It was 1864. Crowley and Aziraphale had just met in St. James' Park to discuss their usual miracles and temptations since their last meeting. They were now relaxing in Aziraphales' bookshop when Aziraphale asked Crowley the question he had been curious about for thousands of years.

"Crowley, why did you fall?" Aziraphale asked careful of Crowley's feelings.

Crowley looked into the angels' eyes and sighed, "alright then"

"In heaven, I oversaw human behavior. Watching how the humans on earth worked. What made them happy, what made them sad, angry, or jealous. It was fascinating. However, the other angels were allowed to go to earth and be with, perform miracles, and help the humans. They teased me for my little 'desk job' and pushed me around. Soon, I began to feel those emotions the humans felt. Jealousy, frustration, and anger all started to build up inside of me. One day, as the angels were all pushing me around, I felt something. They all gasped in horror and stared at this one spot on my wings, I looked at my reflection in the fountain of holy water they were about to push me into like they often did. Then I saw it. On my wings. A singular black feather. My perfect pure white wings were infected, plagued by this one disgusting black feather. The other angels cornered me yelling things like 'He's not one of us anymore' and 'How disgusting and pathetic, he doesn't belong here' They got closer and closer, so I ran. I ran and ran until I had reached the end of heaven, but they hadn't stopped following me. The last thing I saw was their smug smiling faces as they pushed me over the edge. I fell."

Aziraphale held back the tears he felt in his eyes. He felt awful for Crowley. I mean, he was an angel after all, so empathy was a part of his species, but this was different. He really felt for Crowley.

Crowley continued his story. "I fell and fell. Through the earth, and down into the pits of hell. I fell into a pool of boiling hot sulfur. I cried as it burnt my wings black, as it dyed my clothes black, and stung my eyes. It hurt. I'd never felt anything like it. I'd hardly felt any pain at all, in fact. You find that happens in heaven. All emotions are stifled. No pain, no anger. But also, no happiness, and no love. I think that is what makes me such a 'good demon'. I watched over the humans. I know how to tempt them." He paused in thought. "Although sometimes, I still wish I was an angel. I still feel broken, imperfect, and... evil." His voice broke as he said these last words; "I miss heaven."

Without a word, Aziraphale took Crowley into the biggest hug he had ever given in his thousands or years of life "You're forgiven." He whispered in Crowley's ear.