'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 27

Six Years Before the End of the World (circa 2013)

Y/N spent her days in the quiet village of Tadfield, looking after young Adam Young, the boy who was unknowingly at the centre of it all. Babysitting Adam had become a routine, and they had grown closer with each passing day.

On this particular afternoon, they were sitting on the living room floor, playing with a jigsaw puzzle. The pieces were scattered before them, forming an image of a serene countryside landscape. Adam's small hands grasped a piece, and Y/N couldn't help but smile at his concentration.

As they worked together to complete the puzzle, their hands occasionally brushed against each other's, a simple and innocent gesture of camaraderie. But something unusual happened. The contact sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, and her surroundings blurred as her mind was suddenly pulled into a vivid flashback.

.......

I stood by God's side as one of her most trusted angels. My name was known throughout the heavenly realms as Y/N, and I was considered God's right hand, alongside another powerful angel, Lucifer.

It was a time when the universe was nothing more than a vast, empty void, and God herself had conceived a plan to breathe life into it. I remember standing with Lucifer beside her, bathed in her divine radiance, as she unveiled her vision for a new world. Her words flowed like celestial music, filling our hearts with awe and reverence.

"I have a grand design for a place called Earth, a world where life will flourish, and the beauty of creation will be manifested in all its forms," God said, her voice resonating with boundless love and wisdom.

"You, my dear Y/N, and you, Lucifer," God addressed them both, "shall be my right-hand angels for this endeavour. I entrust you to oversee the creation and the souls that shall inhabit this world."

Lucifer and I exchanged a knowing look. We had always been close; we shared a special connection, being siblings. With a nod of acknowledgment, we left the heavenly presence of God, venturing into the endless expanse that was soon to become Earth. As we walked, Lucifer's voice broke the silence.

"Y/N," he said, his tone low and conspiratorial, "have you ever considered that we could do more than just serve God? That together, we could be the most powerful beings in existence?"

I blinked at him, taken aback by the suggestion. "Lucifer, you jest," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. "We are God's chosen, tasked with a divine purpose. Why would we seek more than that?"

Lucifer's gaze remained steady as he spoke, his eyes filled with a fiery determination that sent a shiver down my celestial form. "Because, dear sister, we are equals in every way. Twins, forged from the same essence. With our combined power, we could change the course of existence itself. We could ascend to heights beyond even God's reach."

I was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected revelation. Lucifer's ambition was unlike anything I had ever encountered in the angelic realm. It was both intoxicating and terrifying.

But as I glanced at him once more, the earnestness in his expression made it clear that he wasn't joking. The gravity of his words sank in, and I realised the weight of the choice before me.

For a brief moment, I pondered the possibilities, the allure of wielding power equal to or greater than God's. But in my heart, I knew the path I must follow. I shook my head gently.

"No, dear brother," I said firmly, "our purpose is to serve and protect, not to challenge the Creator herself. I cannot entertain such thoughts."

Lucifer's expression hardened, his disappointment palpable. "Think about it, Y/N," he implored as I turned away. "There may come a day when you change your mind."

.......

But just as quickly as the vision had come, it faded, and Y/N was back in the Youngs' living room. Adam was still playing with the puzzle, seemingly unaware of the strange occurrence.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. She pondered the flashback and realised its implications. The realisation hit her like a lightning bolt—she was Adam's aunt, and the angel from her vision was none other than her twin brother, Lucifer.

Everything suddenly made sense. She had been drawn to Tadfield, to Adam, because of her familial connection to him. Y/N had been chosen for a purpose: to protect and guide her nephew, the Antichrist, toward a different path, a path of love and goodness.

But for now, all that mattered was the child in front of her, innocently playing with a jigsaw puzzle. Y/N had a mission, a responsibility, and she was determined to fulfill it. She smiled at Adam, her heart filled with love and determination, as they continued to piece together the puzzle of their intertwined destinies.

.......

The city bus hummed with a low, steady rhythm as it carried passengers homeward through the winding streets of Tadfield. Y/N sat near the back, her thoughts filled with the recent events of her day. Babysitting Adam Young had been a whirlwind of emotions, and now, as she headed back to her own life, her mind was still spinning.

The bus made a brief stop, and a familiar figure stepped on board. It was Aziraphale, impeccably dressed as always, with his primly knotted bowtie and antique overcoat. He greeted the driver politely and made his way down the narrow aisle, looking for an available seat. Spotting one in the row in front of Y/N, he settled into it, adjusting his glasses and opening a book.

A few moments later, Crowley appeared, his sleek red hair and dark attire contrasting with Aziraphale's more formal appearance. He had an air of nonchalance about him as he navigated the crowded bus, ultimately sliding into the seat next to Y/N. He leaned over and planted a quick, affectionate kiss on her cheek, eliciting a small, contented smile from her.

Without lifting his gaze from his book, Aziraphale discretely turned his head towards Crowley, addressing him in a hushed tone. "Crowley, I've just come from a meeting with Heaven. The boy, Warlock, he seems... well, too normal, doesn't he?"

Crowley nodded, his golden eyes flickering with a hint of concern. "Yeah, too normal for his own good. Our little plan seems to be working."

Y/N chimed in from her seat, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Maybe it means that the Heavenly influence is balancing out the Hellish one."

Crowley leaned back, running a hand through his unruly hair. "We'll find out soon. Just six years left until Armageddon," he muttered.

Aziraphale sighed and closed his book, turning his full attention to the conversation. "But if the boy does come into his full power..."

Crowley interrupted firmly, "I'm sure it won't come to that."

As Y/N listened to their discussion, a heavy sense of responsibility weighed on her. She wondered if she was making the right choice by keeping the identity of the true Antichrist a secret, even from Aziraphale and Crowley. The fate of the world rested in their hands, and she couldn't help but feel the weight of that burden with each passing day.