nightingales: A good omens fanfic

Chapter 12

Gabriel looks into the phone book, finding the address of the Antichrist and his family. "Crowley, are you ready?" Beelzebub calls to the second floor. "Yeah yeah." She says, coming down the stairs in a black jacket and a longer black skirt, a nice black hat, and a red bowtie. "Are you sure this will work?" Crowley asks. "If we play our cards right, yes." Aziraphale says, putting his coat on.

The five supernatural beings get into the Bentley, Crowley driving with Muriel in the passenger seat, letting the three others share the back.

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"Before we start, does anyone know where Aziraphale has gone?" the Metatron asks the Archangels, like they would talk to him. "I'm not sure." Saraquel says, checking into the database of heaven. "He's nowhere to be seen." they say, still scrolling through the database. "He must have gone down to earth, without your permission." Michael says, hoping that she would replace Aziraphale as Supreme Archangel. "Saraquel, how do you feel about going to find him?" The Metatron asks, ignoring half of Michael's statement. "Of course." Saraquel says. They kind of enjoyed the earth the first time they went down anyway.

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Crowley parks the Bentley down the street, so as to not draw attention to the 5 of them. "You have your mic, right?" Muriel asks Crowley, who now looks like Asoreth. "Yes, of course I do." Crowley says, pulling the mic with her coat.

Crowley leaves the group, going up to the house and knocking on the door. The Mother of the antichrist opens the door. She has a black dress on and a string of pearls. Her hair is put up into a bun. "Thank you for coming on such short notice." she says. "Oh no problem's dear, there's nothing more important to me than my job." Crowley responds in a higher toned voice. Mrs. Abital lets her into the house. "Come on John." She yells at her husband. He rushes down the stairs, fiddling with his tie. A kid follows behind his father. The boy has dark black hair, and freakishly dark brown eyes. He seems to be about 8 or 9. "This is Damien." his mother says, putting her hands on her son's shoulders. Crowley crouches, saying "Hello, Damien." She greets the boy. "I'm Mrs. Asoreth." Crowley adds. "Hi." Damien quietly mutters back. "Alright Damie, be nice to Mrs. Asoerth for us." his father tells him, halfway through the door.

"Are you sure we should be leaving Damien with her?" Mr. Abital asks his wife. "It will be fine, she seems like she has her priorities straight." She responds.

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"Now Damien, do you have any school work to do?" She asks the kid. "No, it's all done." Damien is quiet, it seems like something is on his mind. "What's on your mind?" She asks. "It's nothing Mrs. Asoreth." He tells her. "Come on, you can tell me anything." Crowley says, letting the kid see a little bit of her eyes. Damien, now sensing her being a demon, says "My friends don't like me, I want my new ones to come." "Who are your new friends?" She asks. "They call themselves the four horsemen." He confesses. "They aren't your friends Damien." "they aren't?" "No, they just want to use you." she tells him. "What did your friends do that makes you think that?" Crowley asks. "We got into a fight. They say that they'll never ever hang out with me again, at all, ever." Damien answers. "Oh they don't mean it Damien, when you see them next, I want you to apologise." She tells him. "Can you do that?" She asks. "Yeah, but my new friends want to help me." Damien responds. "Trust me, they don't want to help you, they want to destroy you." Crowley tries to explain to the 9 year old. "But I want to destroy too." He says, looking up at his babysitter. "Damien, you don't want that, if you destroy everything, then your parents would be gone, there would be no more cartoons, no more anything." Crowley tries to tell the boy. "But I can make cartoons." Damien replies. "They won't be the same though."

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Later that night, Crowley leaves, hoping she had done right, stopping the end. She walks over to the Bentley, looking for the others. "Where are you?" she asks into the mic. "You alone?" Beelzebub asks. "For someone's sake, yes." she tells them, annoyed. The four others appear out of the bush. Gabriel, Muriel, and Aziraphale adjusting their clothing and brushing off the dirt from their coats. "You could have stayed in the car." She tells them. "Wouldn't let us in." Gabriel replies. "Come on, don't you have any respect?" she yells at the car, opening the driver's side door. "Get in." She tells the others.

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After Crowley changes back into his normal clothes, he comes down the stairs. "I'm leaving, Beelzebub, want to come along?" He asks, going to the door. "Uh, sure." They say realizing that Crowley wants to talk about something important.

"Where are we going?" Beelzebub asks. "My shop." Crowley says as they walk down the street. "You own a shop now? How much has happened?" They ask. "Depends on what you're asking about." Crowley opens the door to the floral shop, letting Beelzebub go in before him. Crowley goes to the back room. Coming out with a bottle and two glasses. "What's that for?" They ask. "Wine." Crowley says, holding the bottle up. Beelzebub gives Crowley a confused look. "Just try it, it's not gonna kill you." He says, pouring into the glasses.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Beelzebub asks. "It's Aziraphale, I don't know what to do, and you seem to have everything in control." He tells them, handing them a glass. "Well what happened between you two, you seem mad at him." "Long story short, after you left with Gabriel, Aziraphale left too, he went off to heaven, became the supreme archangel." "He left you?" they ask. "Kind of, he asked me back, to bring my angelic status back, I didn't want to go. He left even after I told him I loved him. Basically told me I'm not good enough for heaven." he explains. "And you want my advice about this because I've been through this?" They say, sarcastically. "No! You and Gabriel, an angel and a demon. That's the same as me and Aziraphale. I don't know if I should forgive him." Crowley speaks, taking a sip from his glass. "Well, do you love him?" They ask. "I, I, I uhhh, I think so. But he betrayed me." "what if you weren't angry about this?" Beelzebub says. "I guess, yeah." Beelzebub sips on wine for the first time, they like it. "Listen, Crowley, angels are weird like that, Gabriel still speaks about heaven from time to time." "but Heaven has treated them both so badly, I don't understand it." Crowley finishes his glass, pouring another. "What even happened to Gabriel? He seems, nice." "I think there's still a little Jim in him, I mean he remembers everything that you guys did for him. He feels guilty." they answer. "Wow, Gabriel, feeling guilty, never thought I would hear it." Crowley jokes. 'But, what I'm saying is, Aziraphale probably didn't mean it, they've been sort of 'traumatized' by heaven." Beelzebub sips their wine. "He still loves you, He wouldn't stop talking about you all night." "He just wanted to do something right." Crowley whispers to himself. "I think I understand now, thank you Beelzebub." "I want to, thank you, too." Beelzebub sighs. "For what?" "For giving us somewhere to go, Alpha Centauri has been amazing." "I'm glad you can enjoy it." Crowley leans onto the counter, his eyes getting bigger.