Small good omens angst prompts/writings

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Aziraphale had received his flaming sword once more, being told that he would need it to protect himself on Earth, as it had become a demonic haven.

However, the Metatron had other plans, plans to turn Aziraphale into a demon killer, a little bit of brainwash never hurt anyone.

Aziraphale was now fighting a demon, a demon that was dodging his attacks rather than fighting back, a demon that was trying to convince him to have mercy.

The demon was backed into a corner, where he finally couldn't dodge the attacks of Aziraphale.

"Well, this is the end for me, isn't it?" Said the backed up demon, "I suppose if you want me gone, I'll go quietly

Aziraphale stabbed this demon, the demon screamed in agony before falling to its side as Aziraphale pulled out the sword.

Something clicked, in Aziraphales mind, the scream of the demon caused everything to fly back to him, and he was horrified at all the murders he'd committed, but especially this one.

"C- Crowley..?" He said, in pure terror

"Oh angel," Crowley started, "I never would've hurt you or wanted to fight you-"

"No!!" He was tearing up

"You're as beautiful as the first time I'd seen you, such a sweet angel you are, so damn handsome"

Crowley, who was now in Aziraphales arms, fell limp.

Aziraphale had picked him up and looked around, there was hellfire by a building.

As he slowly walked in the fire and silently turned to nothing, he'd given his lover the long needed kiss goodbye, and it was done.

Death was inevitable for a longing relationship of an angel and a demon, perhaps it would've worked out, if they had been accepted by their society, as much as they'd been accepted by each other