'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 47

14 Minutes to the End of the World

The dramatic standoff unfolded as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—War, Famine, Pollution, and Death—stepped forward to confront Adam and his unlikely allies. Y/N, Crowley, Aziraphale, Shadwell, Madam Tracy, the Them, and the Horsemen formed a tense circle, the air heavy with the weight of the impending battle.

War was the first to advance, wielding Aziraphale's flaming sword with malicious intent.

Surprised, Crowley turned to Aziraphale. He couldn't help but inquire about the sword War held, turning to Aziraphale with curiosity in his voice. "Is that your sword?" he asked his angelic friend.

Aziraphale, taken aback by the sight of his flaming sword in War's hand, replied with a hesitant yet resolute tone, "I believe it is."

In the middle of the tense circle, the four children, known as the Them, gathered their courage to confront the Horsemen. With remarkable determination, they faced each of the Horsemen, one by one, and defeated them.

As War, Famine, and Pollution fell one after the other, their power waned and the threat they posed dissipated as they became bubbling piles of goo on the tarmac. Crowley, Aziraphale, and Y/N watched the young heroes in awe, impressed by their resilience and courage. Madam Tracy and Sargeant Shadwell, who had observed the scene with confusion and shock, were left baffled by the sudden turn of events.

Amid the chaos of the battle, Crowley and Aziraphale turned to Y/N, their expressions filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. With an air of solemnity, Crowley asked, "Care to explain to us what just happened?"

Aziraphale nodded. "And what is your connection to the Antichrist?" he implored.

Y/N took a moment to gather her thoughts before beginning.

"In short," Y/N began, "I was an Angel. My memory was wiped, and I was cast out of Heaven, forced to be reincarnated as a human on Earth." She paused, letting the weight of her revelation sink in. "And as for Adam," she continued, "he is my nephew."

With the promise to delve into greater detail later, Y/N allowed her words to hang in the air, leaving her celestial nature and family connection shrouded in mystery for the time being.

The climactic showdown reached its zenith as Adam stood before Death, the embodiment of mortality itself. Death delivered a stark pronouncement. "I am creation's shadow. You cannot destroy me, that would destroy the world. Good day." With that solemn declaration, Death unfurled his inky wings and vanished.

An eerie stillness hung in the air as Aziraphale, Crowley, Y/N, Madam Tracy, and Sargeant Shadwell stood in awestruck disbelief. They gazed at the young heroes with a mixture of admiration, astonishment, and gratitude for their miraculous feat.

Amid the palpable silence, Aziraphale mustered the words to address the pivotal moment. "There. You see Crowley?" he began, his voice tinged with amazement, "It's like I always said-"

However, before he could elaborate further, Crowley interjected, his tone tinged with a hint of scepticism. "Oh, it isn't over," he said, his gaze fixated on Adam and his companions. "Nothing's over. Heaven and Hell still want their war."

Crowley took a step toward Adam, a begrudging admiration in his eyes. "So you and your friends got together to save the world. Well done." he admitted, "Have a gold star." His expression darkened as he continued, "Won't make any difference."

As Anathema and Newt arrived at the scene, the atmosphere was tense. Anathema's voice rang out, loud and accusing, as she confronted Crowley, "You! You're the man in the car! You stole my book!"

Crowley turned his gaze to Anathema, recognising her immediately. "Oh, Book girl. Catch!" he quipped.

Crowley, nonchalant as ever, couldn't help but wear a sly grin as he reached into his jacket and produced the missing tome. He casually tossed it to Anathema, who caught it with a mix of relief and exasperation. However, as the book sailed through the air back to its rightful owner, a small piece of parchment fluttered out from between its pages.

Quick as ever, Aziraphale's nimble hands darted out, snatching the prophecy from the air. As he held the delicate slip of paper in his grasp, his eyes scanned the cryptic words etched upon it., before pocketing the fortune.

Amid the tensions and mysteries that seemed to swirl around them, Anathema, now reunited with her book, demanded an explanation. "What's going on out here?" she questioned the group, her voice brimming with curiosity and a hint of exasperation.

In response, Y/N offered a knowing smile and briefly explained, "It's a long story."

Ever eager to share his knowledge, Aziraphale began to recount the tale, "OK, so, uh... In the beginning, in the Garden, there was... Well, he was a wily old serpent, and I was technically on apple tree duty."

Seeing that Aziraphale was about to explain the narrative from the very beginning, Crowley silently implored him to stop. He gently shook his head and shushed him. Aziraphale halted his explanation, leaving the complex tale of angels, demons, prophecies, and the ineffable plan hanging in the air, waiting to be unravelled.