A smell of burning was filling the circular dark pit. Ashes and black feathers covered the cold floor.
He was lying there, crying. Every inch of his body was hurting.
His then pretty white wings were now completely burned. The pain was so intense that he could barely move them.
His green eyes were now replaced with yellow snake ones. And his beautiful long red hair was now replaced by a dark shade of red.
He tried to get up but was too weak to do so.
A loud voice resonated in the pit, hurting his eardrums.
"You're Crawly now."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
