It's a fanfiction starting right where it has ended. The popular TV series, "Good Omens" has won a lot of hearts with just one season and I can't get over it. This story starts right after the ending of season one. It focuses on the undeniable chemi...
It was in a cold cellar that Gabriel had found himself, suddenly. His hands were bound to a pair of rusty shackles that were in turn fixed to the ceiling. He pulled hard at shackles, certain that no earthly bondage could hold the Supreme Archangel. He was struck with an intense sense of alarm, however, to find out that the shackles wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried. The surrounding gloom seemed to be closing in on him.
Fear. That's new... so this is what fear feels like... but how? He's GABRIEL! The SupremeArchangel of Heaven! How in God's name is this even possible?!
As he felt the darkness slowly pierce his ethereal skin and enter his fear-stricken heart, his eyes spotted a figure standing at the other end of the cellar, in the shadows.
"Let go of me, you foul creature!" he cried, his voice unnaturally hoarse.
"I don't think you get the point," replied a voice from the shadows, right before he started walking towards the archangel.
"It's you!" Gabriel hissed at the dark figure who had just stepped into the light. The pair of sunglasses that hid his eyes and the menacing snake tattoo on his cheek were just unmistakable. Crowley.
"Yep. Me. Remember me?" the demon replied, taking his glasses off and revealing the pair of menacing reptilian eyes that hid behind them.
"How could I not?! You filthy beast! You conspired with that traitor Aziraphale in an attempt to disrupt the Great Plan!"
"Attempt?!" Crowley chuckled, "In case you didn't notice, we DID stop the Great Plan and saved the world."
"WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE YOU BLOODY DEMON?!" Gabriel screamed, while the shackles made a desperate clanking noise. "LET ME GO!"
A sudden smile found its way onto Crowley's face. "You fool, why would I have brought you here if I was to just let you go?"
Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, but no sound ever came out.
"Oops!" smiled Crowley "I guess, you're temporarily muted... Well, now I will speak and you will listen."
Crowley looked down and bit his lower lip in an attempt to somehow calm the fire that seemed to be burning his insides. Fury. That's the only word which came anywhere close to whatever the heck he was feeling right now. Pure fury. When he finally opened his mouth again, it felt as if they were being struck by lightning and the cellar would come crashing down upon them any minute.
"Angels?! You call yourselves angels?! The 'good guys' huh?!" Crowley tried to give out another chuckle, but simply couldn't. "You dare ask ME why I brought you here?! Well, let's put the records straight." He looked back at Gabriel, with nothing but contempt in his eyes. "The last time I saw you, we were in what you call 'heaven'. 'The best place in existence'... The twinkling, starry, bright abyss of utter bliss, right?" He was trying super hard to force another smile onto his face... to calm down... but it was impossible now. "I was there, you see ....I was there when you said it.... I saw the wide smile on your face when you told my only friend to shut his stupid mouth and DIE!" If it was possible for him to devour the archangel with his eyes, he would have. "And you dared to come back?! You came back... and you thought you could just walk into OUR lives again and hurt HIM without facing the consequences?! You actually thought that? Really? I didn't think angels could be this stupid."
Gabriel found himself sweating profusely as he watched the demon staring into his soul. It was... unnatural. Angels don't sweat. They don't... And what's been happening? Where on earth is this place?
"This... is somewhere... somewhere angels like yourself cannot perform miracles. So you're basically a human here" Crowley said, happy to be able to hear the panic- stricken thoughts of the archangel "Now... I have some really big plans for you. Hope you enjoy them."
Crowley raised his hand and clicked his fingers. The horrified Gabriel saw a plethora of articles appear out of thin air and place themselves in the various parts of the room.
"Let there be light!" There was another ominous click and the cellar was suddenly lit up with a number of candles scattered around the room. Crowley put on his sunglasses again and started pointing towards the mysterious objects that surrounded them. "You see, THAT is a breaking wheel... and THAT one there is a rack... that little thing on the stool is a thumbscrew... THAT is the iron maiden... this one is to rip nails off... and obviously these chains will act as branks when the time comes... and I think the pear of anguish is kinda sexist so I'm leaving that out of the plan... and THAT one is a brazen bull..." Crowley turned his face towards Gabriel to give him the biggest grin in the history of grins. "And to set the mood, we have your favourite." There was another click and angry flames covered the walls of gloom in the blink of an eye "Hell fire!"
Gabriel watched in horror as the flames warmed up the cellar in an instant and gave out a scream. At least, he tried to.
"Umm... scream all you want. Actually, scream louder" said Crowley, fixing his hair "It's music to my eyes... which obviously, are the only ones who can hear them. So umm... good luck! Oh and... I gotta go now. Room's magic and it's gonna do everything on its own. But do me a favour, will you? Scream. Like a lot. Scream till your lungs explode. Goodbye then, Archangel!"
Crowley glanced at Gabriel for one last time before walking away into the gloom, singing to himself.
"Go to sleep,
And dream of pain,
Doom and darkness,
Blood and brains..."
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Author's note: I'm sorry for this one. I just hate Gabriel, still. And I haven't been able to update for a while and all the fault is Neil Gaiman's. I cannot frickin get over episode 6 of Season 2. Gabriel's torture is NOTHING in comparison to what we are going through right now.
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I frickin love you Aziraphale, but WHY?!?!
I want a plethora of nightingales singing at the end of season 3 dammit.
Do watch the 2nd season though! It was amazing, in spite of all the pain. Sorry for the spoiler. And I hope the writers get the respect that they deserve and the strike ends soon, so that we can get the 3rd season.
