INEFFABLE

Chapter 3: Gabriel

Aziraphale looked at the clock and realized that it was precisely 7:25.

"The cookies should be ready any minute now..." he thought to himself, staring at the oven that sat on his kitchen counter.

He peeked out of the door to look at the demon lying on his couch, nose deep into the book in his hand.

Aziraphale stared at the demon's scarlett hair that stuck out at the top of his head like the blazing flames of hell fire and his yellow reptilian eyes that seemed to pierce the pages as he skimmed through the book of medieval torture methods. An almost invisible trace of a smile curled at the corner of his lips as he relished every small agonizing detail of the demonic ways humans used to torture each other.

The angel bit his lip as he tried to tame his restless heart which seemed to be in the mood to break out of the cage that held it in the angel's chest. He pulled himself back into the kitchen and slowly sank to the floor.

"Why? Oh good lord, why?" Aziraphale whispered to himself " Why on earth would you push me towards this path of sin? No... stop... Why am I being like this...?... but how could I not? Look at him..." The angel found himself peeking at Crowley again as his train of thoughts crashed and mingled into itself "He's... perfect... But... he's a damn demon... I wonder... Is it... Is it possible?.... Can we... can we ever actually... be together?"

BEEP- BEEP!

"OH SHI-!" Aziraphale exclaimed, jumping up as the oven gave out a loud beep. The cookies!

The angel smiled to himself as he rushed towards the oven and put on a pair of mittens. He opened the oven door and took out the tray that lay inside. The cookies on the cookie tray looked plump and delicious as the choco-chips lay melting all over them.

"Mmm... Smells nice too!"

As you find yourself fantasizing about the delicious cookies, I imagine seeing them fall and scatter all over the floor isn't on your list of expectations. But of course, that is EXACTLY what happens here.

"Hello Aziraphale!" said the second white figure which stood in front of Aziraphale.

"Gabriel" he replied, coldly "I didn't hear you knock."

"Oh I didn't." said Gabriel, looking around the kitchen.

Aziraphale kept his eyes fixed on his ex- boss and took a deep breath. This was archangel Gabriel, the same guy who had given the orders to burn Aziraphale in hell fire a few days back. The angel had no problem recollecting how much Crowley hated him for it and how he wished to deal with him. "Go back Gabriel. You have no place here."

Gabriel's eyes shot back at Aziraphale at this and he gave out a chuckle. "You keep growing more and more stupid my sweet ange- oh wait! Can I even call you that anymore? Ha ha!" He slowly started walking towards Aziraphale.

"Gabriel stop!" Aziraphale said, holding his hand up in front of him and slowly backing off into the corner " I said, STOP! Do you frickin hear me?!"

"Oh Aziraphale..." said Gabriel, sliding his hand into his pocket. "I don't know why you didn't die in the hell fire that time... but I couldn't just sit by and let you defile our world with your pathetic existence. So... I brought you a little gift."

SMACK!

A flash of red was all that he saw before he fell to the floor. There was a moment.... A moment of utter darkness and... and then came the pain. The left side of his face felt like a hot mass of agony and nothing else. Aziraphale felt something hot trickling down his chin as he struggled to pull himself into a sitting position.

"Remember that Aziraphale" said Gabriel, twisting the bloody knuckle duster in his hand "and also remember this!"

Aziraphale coughed out a bit of blood as Gabriel's right foot made contact with his abdomen, knocking the air out of his lungs. And then it happened.

Suddenly, Aziraphale's eyes flickered to the doorway as he saw a shadow move past it. He moved his gaze back to Gabriel's face.

"You shouldn't have done that..." he said, in a low voice "...should have left when I told you to..."

"What?" Gabriel hissed "What did you say?!"

"I'm so damn sorry..."

Gabriel pulled back his hand into a fist for another strike, but stopped in his tracks.

There was somebody behind him. He could feel it... Somebody he wished was not there.

What happened next was kind of a blur. There was a strong gust of wind that made Aziraphale blink and when he opened his eyes again, he was the only one left in the room.

He winced as he pulled himself off the floor and limped his way out of the door. As he had accurately predicted, the couch was empty.

But that's strange... Where is the book?

The colour left his face as a sudden realisation hit him like a truck and he slowly sank onto the couch.

"Oh Crowley..."

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Author: Too much? I don't know! Sorry for the late update though! I've kinda been lost in the real world, so... yeah. Thanks for reading everyone! I'll be back soon!