Take Me To Church

Family Line

Title: Family Line by Conan Gray 

TW: Abuse

(Azi's pov)

Aziraphale's father was a pastor, an extremely traditional pastor. His church calls him the Metatron of their church. He used to be better when his wife Janice, Azi's mother was still alive, but ever since she died he became worse. And it became extremely worse when he found out Azi was gay.

That's why when Azi came home from Crowley's he was greeted by a empty bottle thrown at his head.

"you fucker where were you. Were you with a little homo like you huh were you" He father slurred as he made his way over to Azi.

Azi could smell the booze on his father's breath. 

"I had a school project for history to work on, I forgot to tell you but we finished and I won't have to go back to his house" I said lowering my head.

"You fucking liar little slut" His father said throwing a punch to his face.

"I know you weren't there for a fucking school project I bet you were having a nice time indulging in sin and lust you sick fuck." He said with another swing.

Azi took it he knew there was nothing else to do other than let him run his course. 

His father started swaying, "N-Now go to your room and stay there I don't want to see your face again tonight.

Azi runs to his room, passing a old picture of his parents, oh how happy they were he thought turning around to see his drunk father passed out on the couch. Azi wanted to cry.

So he did. He went to his room and cried for an hour, or two. he finally realized he should get a shower. When he looked in the shower he noticed that he was beginning to form a bruise on his face. He looked under the sink to see he was running out of makeup to cover the bruises. He made a mental note to run to the store for more. 

While he was in the shower Azi finally got time to think as the water washed away the smell of his father's abuse. He looked down to see his chest splattered in bruises and saw the makeup run from his face concealing the rest of them.

He tried to focus on anything other than his father. His friends. Crowley.

He had actually made friends and well a whole group of them. He was proud of himself and he even made a really good friend who heard about his trauma and still wants to hang out with him. It's gonna be tricky to hang out with him though because they can never come Azi's house and he can barely get out of the house. 

Crowley had called him angel...twice.

That...make Azi feel things and he couldn't deny it any longer. He liked Crowley and he only met him earlier today. he was fucked.

When he got out of the shower he was greeted by a bunch of messages from his friends. Somehow they all had silly names probably from when they entered their numbers in his phone.

there was about 50 messages from a groupchat but the ones he really paid attention to what the last ones.

Lord of Flies: Yo we should hang out this Saturday, my house, I have a pool

Jim: I'm always down

CoffeeQueen: Yea I can go

Witch: Yea me too

WitchFinder: I'll be there

Sunshine: I can go!

HappyKid: Yup me too!

Demon: I guess I can go, angel how about you?

Azi: I can go

Azi sent the last text and out of reflex looked towards the door he is going to have to get past his dad to hang out all day on Saturday. Oh well he will make I work. 

he had another text from the demon number

Demon: This is Crowley btw. Also I saw this tiktok and it reminded me of you. Anyway gn

Azi held his phone close to his chest and smiled. He was down bad.