'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 31

Thursday, Two Days to the End of the World

The next day found Crowley and Y/N in his opulent apartment. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the TV casting a soft ambience in the background. Crowley lounged in a chair that looked like it had been designed by some twisted fusion of royalty and the avant-garde. It was a throne of sorts, or at least it was his version of one. Crowley, sat at his ornate desk, looked decidedly more dishevelled than usual. His golden eyes were fixed on the television screen, but his mind seemed far away.

Y/N entered the room, her footsteps soft against the cold stone. With a sense of understanding, she approached the desk and gracefully took a seat on its polished surface, her gaze focused on the troubled demon before her.

Crowley sighed deeply, the weight of the world seemingly pressing upon him. His head found its resting place in Y/N's lap, a sanctuary that had become a refuge from the madness of their celestial duties. As Y/N's fingers traced soothing patterns through his hair, his tense shoulders began to relax.

"Your hair," Y/N mused, her voice a gentle, hypnotic cadence. "It's like a nebula, you know? It's as if the stars themselves were woven into it."

At her words, Crowley's head snapped up, a sudden shock coursing through him. His eyes locked onto Y/N's, wide with a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. He blinked, his gaze searching her face as if he couldn't quite fathom what he had just heard.

Y/N, her brows knitting together in concern, leaned in a little closer. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her fingers still caressing his hair.

For a moment, the room held its breath, the air laden with a heavy sense of déjà vu. Then, like a storm passing, Crowley's features relaxed. He let out a slow breath and settled back into his chair, his eyes no longer haunted by surprise.

A faint smile settled on his lips as he replied, "An angel I once knew used to say the same thing to me." In that fleeting moment, it was as though the weight of ages had been lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a feeling he had longed for—an undeniable sense of belonging.

The moment was abruptly interrupted when the television flickered, and the familiar faces of Hastur and Ligur appeared on the screen. Without hesitation, Crowley swiftly donned his sunglasses, his demeanour shifting to a guarded and cautious one.

"Hello, Crowley," Hastur greeted with a sinister grin. "And dear Y/N, too. How delightful."

Y/N could feel her skin crawl as the demons addressed them. She couldn't help but shudder at the sight of their malicious grins and cold eyes.

Hastur wasted no time getting to the point, his tone dripping with dark amusement. "We thought you'd like to know, Crowley, that we've arranged for Warlock's little trip to the Valley of Megiddo. Armageddon is finally upon us."

Ligur, never one to be outdone in cruelty, chimed in, reminding Crowley of Y/N's presence with a distasteful word. "Don't forget to savour your remaining time with your 'pet' here."

Crowley's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, flickered with annoyance, and his grip on the armrest of the chair tightened.

Hastur, though, continued, a gleeful satisfaction in his voice. "After all, Crowley, this is what we've all been working toward for millennia. The grand culmination of our efforts. We are the Fallen. Never forget that."

Crowley, however, didn't share in their excitement. With a snap of his fingers, he silenced the television, plunging the room into a heavy, uneasy silence. He sighed and removed his sunglasses, allowing Y/N to see the sadness that lurked in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to fall," he confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of centuries of regret. "I just... hung out with the wrong people."

Moved by his vulnerability and the sincerity in his words, Y/N wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. "You're not alone in this, Crowley," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering support. "We'll find a way to set things right."

.......

A few hours later, Crowley remained seated on his throne, while Y/N kept herself busy in the kitchen, making herself something to eat.

Suddenly, the phone on Crowley's desk rang, breaking the tranquil spell. He rose from his throne-like chair, his form dark and enigmatic against the ambient glow. The answering machine, with a voice that exuded an aura of aloof confidence, responded to the call. "This is Anthony Crowley. You know what to do. Do it with style."

However, it was Aziraphale's voice that cut through the recording. His tone was laden with urgency as his voice filled the room, "No leads yet my end. Anything at your end? Listen, I have a sort of idea,"

Crowley snatched the phone from its cradle, holding it to his ear. "What?"

Aziraphale cleared his throat, his voice carrying a touch of uncertainty. "Well, Crowley, I was wondering... could something have gone wrong during the baby swap, eleven years ago?"

The question hung in the air, an unspoken weight between them. Crowley's golden eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. He knew better than anyone that even the best-laid plans could go awry, especially when it came to matters of Heaven and Hell.

"I'll be there in a flash," Crowley replied tersely before hanging up. He hastily threw on his jacket and headed towards the kitchen, the urgency of the situation evident in the determined set of his shoulders.

Y/N, who had been watching the exchange with growing unease, finally spoke up. "What's happening, Crowley?"

Crowley glanced back at Y/N, his expression a mixture of worry and resolve. "We're going to Tadfield," he said as he grabbed his keys from the hook by the door.

Y/N's heart sank at his words, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "Tadfield? Why? What's going on?"

Crowley hesitated momentarily before opening the door, gesturing for Y/N to follow. "It's about the Antichrist."

As they got into the sleek, black car, Y/N couldn't help but feel that their world was about to take a turn into uncharted territory, and the unknown filled her with an unsettling mix of anxiety and curiosity.