'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 50

3 minutes to the End of the World

As time resumed and the group found themselves back at Tadfield Airbase, their celestial forms once again concealed. The mighty wings of Aziraphale, Crowley, and Y/N had vanished. Adam remained at the centre, surrounded by the protective presence of his three guardians. Crowley and Aziraphale held Adam's hands on either side of him, while Y/N stood behind, her hands resting reassuringly on his shoulders.

The ground rumbled beneath them, and the skies above darkened as a colossal, red, horned beast emerged. Satan, the ultimate embodiment of evil and chaos, descended upon Tadfield Airbase with a deafening roar.

"Satan has arrived," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with a cold determination.

As Satan scanned the vicinity, his fiery eyes blazed with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. His booming voice reverberated through the air as he bellowed, "Where is my son?"

Amid the chaos and turmoil, Satan's malevolent gaze fell upon Y/N, who stood unwaveringly behind Adam, acting as his protector. As their eyes locked, a chilling understanding passed between them. Satan recognised Y/N, and a sinister smile crept across his face, conveying that he had finally found her.

Y/N returned his gaze with an icy stare, her unwavering defiance daring Satan to approach, for she was determined to protect Adam from the very embodiment of evil himself.

As Adam took a courageous step forward, Satan's attention swiftly shifted from Y/N to the boy. The fallen angel's eyes burned with fury as he finally recognised Adam as his son.

In a fit of rage, Satan bellowed at the young Antichrist, "You? You're my rebellious son? Come here!". His anger was palpable, and he expected immediate obedience.

But Adam, despite his fear, was no longer a child easily cowed. He firmly refused, his voice strong and unwavering. "You're not my dad," he asserted, a touch of defiance in his words. "Dads don't wait until you're 11 to say hello, and then turn up to tell you off."

Satan's growl rumbled through the air, a manifestation of his anger and frustration. He couldn't comprehend his son's refusal to submit. "What?" he snarled.

Adam took a deep breath and clarified, "If I'm in trouble with my dad... then it won't be you. It's going to be the dad who was there. You're not my dad!"

Satan's eyes darkened as he questioned Adam, "What did you say?". The boy's gaze nervously flicked to Y/N, seeking guidance and support in the face of this ultimate confrontation with his true nature and lineage.

Y/N's presence was a steadfast pillar of support, and she encouraged him with a nod, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. "You can do it," she told him, her words laced with encouragement. "Say it, Adam."

As he turned his gaze back toward Satan, the very embodiment of evil, Crowley couldn't contain himself any longer. He shouted to Adam, his voice filled with urgency and determination. "Say it again!"

Satan, now seething with anger and desperation, stretched out his hand, his menacing presence closing in on Adam. He ordered the young Antichrist to come to him, attempting to maintain control.

Adam, however, took a deep breath, his voice trembling but resolute. He faced Satan unflinchingly, and uttered the words that would reshape reality itself. "You aren't my father," he declared, his voice strong and unwavering. "You never were."

In an instant, there was a palpable shift in the very fabric of reality. The atmosphere seemed to tremble as Adam's declaration solidified into truth, rewriting the essence of the relationship between father and son.

Satan, his monstrous form convulsing, let out an anguished scream. The bonds of fatherhood were torn asunder, and his dominion over the young Antichrist forever severed. Satan was forcibly expelled from Adam's life sent hurtling back to the depths of Hell. The world had been remade by the words of a determined boy, defying the forces of darkness that sought to claim him.

The heavens responded to this monumental shift in the cosmic balance. The dark clouds that had loomed over the world for too long began to part, allowing the warm, radiant sunshine to stream through. The world around them began to return to its normal state.

Staring at each other with a mixture of awe and disbelief, the trio—Aziraphale, Crowley, and Y/N—slowly comprehended the reality of what had transpired. Armageddon, once an imminent threat, had been halted once and for all.

As the gravity of the moment began to sink in, Adam rushed over to Y/N. With tears of relief in his eyes, he embraced her tightly. Y/N reciprocated the hug, her voice soft with pride and warmth. "I'm so proud of you, Adam," she whispered. "You'll always be my nephew, no matter what."

They ended their embrace just as a car approached them. Mr. Young, Adam's father, stepped out of the vehicle, searching for his son. As their eyes met, Adam and his father rushed toward each other, wrapping each other in a long-awaited, emotional hug.

Observing the heartfelt reunion, Aziraphale couldn't help but comment, "That's not really his father."

Crowley, a rare glimmer of warmth in his eyes, responded with a touch of pride, "It is now."

Y/N, her heart brimming with affection, added, "And it always was."

Crowley reflected on their success and the part they played in stopping the Apocalypse, remarking with a sense of accomplishment, "Well, we did it."

And so, in that moment, the unlikely trio found themselves celebrating their role in averting the end of the world, standing together with a renewed sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.