'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 49

7 minutes to the End of the World

The disappearance of Gabriel and Beelzebub left a palpable void in the atmosphere, and it wasn't long before an excruciating sensation surged through Y/N. She clutched her head with both hands, shutting her eyes tightly in an attempt to quell the intense pain that radiated through her skull. She doubled over as if the sheer agony could drive her to her knees.

Crowley's concern flared, and he immediately moved closer to Y/N. He barely managed to take a single step before his own body began to betray him. He collapsed to the ground in pain, repeating the word "No" like a desperate mantra.

Aziraphale, his brows knitted with concern, gazed at the distressing scene before him. The urgency of the moment left no room for subtlety, and he asked, "What's happening? I can feel something."

Y/N responded, her voice strained with pain, "They told his father."

Crowley, still on the ground, chimed in, "And his Satanic father is not happy."

Their words were punctuated by a deep rumbling from the ground beneath them. Newt, trying to rationalise the inexplicable, suggested, "Maybe it's a volcano."

Anathema, however, dismissed the notion with a stern conviction. "No, there aren't any volcanoes in England," she said firmly. "It's really angry, whatever it is. I can feel it. It's getting closer."

The ground continued to rumble ominously, sending shivers through the group's bodies. They all struggled to maintain their balance as the approaching force neared them. Kneeling on the ground, Crowley released a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with resignation. He turned to the others and muttered, "Right. That was that. It was nice knowing you."

Aziraphale fixed a stern gaze on Crowley, his determination unwavering. "We can't give up now."

Y/N, echoing Aziraphale's sentiments, got to her feet, her eyes ablaze with fierce determination. "He's right. We've come too far to let it end like this."

Crowley's response was laced with anger and fear, his words hissed through clenched teeth. "This is Satan himself. It isn't about Armageddon. This is personal. We are fսckеd!"

As the ground trembled once more, and they swayed on their unsteady feet, the impending danger became more palpable. The group collectively gasped as they steadied themselves. Aziraphale and Y/N exchanged a resolute look before fixing their gaze on Crowley.

Aziraphale, taking action, picked up his celestial sword, a symbol of their last line of defence and pointed it toward Crowley. "Crowley, do something... Or... or..." Aziraphale urged, glancing between the angelic weapon and his demon friend.

Crowley blinked at the sword, torn between the impending threat and the pleading look of his comrade. Y/N, impatient and insistent, interjected, her voice firm, "Crowley, do something, or I swear we'll never speak to you again."

Aziraphale echoed the sentiment, lowering his sword as he cast a serious gaze upon Crowley. The situation had grown dire, and their last hope seemed to rest on the demon's shoulders. Their combined plea shook Crowley to his core. He knew he couldn't let them down. Panic turned to determination as he stood and, with arms outstretched, shouted to the heavens.

In that moment, time itself came to a halt, the world freezing around them. As the peril approached, Crowley had summoned a desperate, miraculous solution to give them a fighting chance in the face of the ultimate adversary.

......

As Crowley's intervention froze time around them, Aziraphale, Y/N, and Crowley found themselves transported to an arid desert landscape. The once unstoppable force that had been racing toward them was now temporarily halted, leaving them in a surreal, still world.

In this momentary reprieve, the celestial beings stood before young Adam, their divine wings unfurled in the arid desert wind. With a stretch and a shake, they displayed their celestial majesty, their angelic and demonic nature made evident in the feathery appendages they now revealed.

Crowley stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Adam, a sense of urgency in his tone. "Adam, listen," he began, "your father is coming to destroy you. Probably to destroy all of us."

Adam looked confused, his faith in his earthly father still unshaken. "No," he protested, "my dad wouldn't hurt anyone."

Crowley clarified, his voice tinged with dread, "Not your Earthly father. Satan. Your father who is no longer in Heaven."

Y/N stepped forward, her voice firm as she addressed Adam, the Antichrist. "Adam, he's coming, and he's furious," she warned, her words laden with an urgency that couldn't be ignored. "He's not only angry with you but also with me."

The young Antichrist's eyes widened as he began to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

Bewildered, Aziraphale couldn't help but inquire, "Why would Satan be angry with you?"

Y/N's explanation came swiftly, her eyes carrying a weight of history and pain. "Satan... Lucifer is my twin brother," she revealed, her voice a mix of regret and determination. "He tried to convince me to join his rebellion against Heaven, but I refused. Now, he's desperate to have me on his side because he believes that together, we'd be more powerful than God."

Crowley raised a sceptical objection. "Hold on," he interjected, his disbelief apparent in his tone. "Wouldn't we remember something like that?"

Frustration seeped into Y/N's expression as she saw the seconds ticking away. She had no time for their questions and confusion. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hands to her mouth, and with a swift motion, she blew a fine, silvery dust-like substance toward Aziraphale and Crowley.

The two celestial beings felt a peculiar sensation wash over them, and in an instant, their amnesia was undone. Memories surged back, flooding their minds with recollections of the past. Realisation dawned in their eyes as they began to grasp the full scope of the situation.

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a look that revealed the depth of their newfound understanding. They now comprehended the direness of their predicament and the gravity of Y/N's revelations. With their memories restored, they had to confront an adversary far more formidable and personal than they had ever imagined. Satan's rage was fueled not only by Adam but by the celestial family ties they had been unaware of until now. They now comprehended the intricacies of their predicament, and the weight of the world's fate rested heavily on their shoulders.

Crowley addressed Adam, who was still coming to terms with the revelation of his identity and his place in the impending conflict. "You have to come up with something to stop Satan," Crowley implored, his voice laced with urgency.

Adam, his youthful features fraught with uncertainty, replied, "But I'm just a kid."

Aziraphale, standing beside Crowley, offered his perspective. "But that's not a bad thing to be Adam," he reassured Adam. "In fact, I rather hoped you'd be Heaven incarnate."

Crowley countered with his concerns. "I, on the other hand, had been quite afraid you'd turn out to be Hell incarnate."

Y/N knelt in front of Adam and held his hands in a warm and reassuring grip. She lowered her wings gently to the ground, providing a comforting presence. A smile played on her lips as she met Adam's eyes. "But you're not either of those things. You're much better. You, my dear, are Human incarnate," she declared, her eyes filled with understanding.

As Adam gazed at her, his confusion began to ebb, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Y/N continued, explaining the extraordinary nature of his role. "Adam, reality will listen to you right now. You can change things," she told him, her voice imbued with unwavering support. "And whatever happens, for good or for evil... we're beside you."

Y/N rose to her feet and stood behind Adam, her hands resting gently on his shoulders. On either side of him, Crowley and Aziraphale held his hands, creating a protective and supportive circle around the young Antichrist.

Ready to set events into motion, Crowley assured Adam, "I'm going to start time. You won't have long to do whatever you're going to do. So do it quickly."

With that, Crowley restarted time, and the weight of the world's fate rested on the young Antichrist's shoulders as he prepared to confront the ultimate evil and shape the course of destiny.