'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 55

Heaven

Y/N found herself in a stark, sterile room, bathed in a cold, fluorescent light. The room seemed to stretch on endlessly, its walls painted a harsh, unforgiving white. Death had brought her here, and the hooded figure showed no signs of emotion as it stood silently, its skeletal fingers pointing towards a wooden chair.

"Sit," Death rasped, its voice devoid of any warmth.

Y/N obeyed, her confusion and fear mounting. As she settled into the chair, an angel, wearing a pristine robe and radiating an air of authority, entered the room. Death nodded to the angel, who silently proceeded to tie Y/N to the chair with a series of intricate knots.

Once Y/N was securely fastened, the angel turned to Death, and they exchanged a brief, whispered conversation. Y/N strained to catch any words, but it was impossible. They left together, and the angel locked the door behind them, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

Time stretched on, and Y/N's anxiety deepened. The room offered no clues, no windows, no indication of what awaited her. Her heart raced as she wondered what she might have done to warrant such treatment.

Eventually, the door unlocked, and it swung open, revealing three angels. At the forefront was Gabriel, his features etched with a stern and unforgiving expression. He loomed over Y/N, his eyes filled with disdain.

Gabriel spoke with a voice that carried an air of authority. "We thought you were dead, and it was better when you were dead. You are mistaken if you think you can just return to Heaven now."

Y/N stared up at Gabriel, her mind racing to make sense of the situation. "I wasn't planning on returning to Heaven," she replied, her voice quivering.

Gabriel cut her off, his tone harsh and unyielding. "It's your fault that Armageddon was stopped. You swayed Aziraphale into joining your treacherous plans against Heaven. You're a traitor."

The two angels behind Gabriel remained silent, their expressions a mix of judgment and stern resolve. Y/N was trapped in this room, bound to a chair, and facing the accusations of a celestial being who was once her ally.

Y/N couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of the situation.

"Traitor?" Y/N said with a hint of sarcasm, her voice dripping with irony. "I've already fallen, Gabriel. So, am I really in the wrong?"

Annoyed by her defiance, Gabriel snapped his fingers, summoning the two loyal angels who wheeled in two carts laden with a disturbing assortment of celestial devices. Y/N's eyes darted to the cruel tools, then nervously back to Gabriel, who remained fixated on her.

With a chilling smile, Gabriel taunted, "Perhaps your friend Aziraphale would benefit from a lesson, hm?"

Y/N's heart raced as she attempted to break free from her restraints, but the angels held her firmly in place, tightening the bindings. She glared at Gabriel, her determination unwavering. "You wouldn't dare."

But Gabriel wasn't one to back down easily. With a calculated, cold expression, he picked up a meticulously carved angel blade and held it before her. "Why shouldn't I?" he retorted.

Realising she had no other choice, Y/N swallowed hard and confessed, "I convinced Aziraphale to help me stop Armageddon."

Gabriel smirked, satisfaction dancing in his eyes. He moved the blade closer to Y/N's cheek, letting it graze her skin. A thin cut appeared, but it healed instantly, leaving no trace. Gabriel's perplexed expression mirrored her own surprise.

Without a word, Gabriel raised his clenched fist, his knuckles gleaming with righteous wrath. The punch struck Y/N across the face with a resounding thud. A sharp pain shot through her, and she felt the stinging sensation of impact. Her head snapped to the side, and she turned it back to face Gabriel, defiant and unyielding.

The mark of Gabriel's punch, a fiery red imprint, appeared on Y/N's cheek. But even as Gabriel motioned for one of the nearby angels to approach, the mark began to fade, the celestial magic within her quickly mending the damage.

Gabriel whispered something to the angel, who nodded and left in a hurry. Moments later, they returned with a pitcher of Holy Water, placing it on the table beside Gabriel. Y/N's heart sank as she realised the implications of what was about to happen.

The angel grabbed Y/N's arm and extended it, holding it firmly. Gabriel took the pitcher of Holy Water and, with a sinister gleam in his eyes, began pouring it slowly onto her forearm. A hiss of agony escaped Y/N's lips as the Holy Water made contact with her skin. She clenched her teeth, trying to hide the excruciating pain coursing through her.

As the Holy Water touched her flesh, it seemed to sear and bubble, causing a red-hot agony that radiated through her body. Y/N's grimace intensified, but she refused to cry out or beg for mercy. She met Gabriel's gaze with unwavering determination, her eyes locking onto his.

Gabriel stopped pouring the Holy Water and placed it on the table once more. He stared at the scene before him in disbelief. He had expected Y/N to wither and suffer, to succumb to the divine purity of the water. But instead, her skin began to heal, and the burn scarred over. It left behind a vivid red scar on her forearm where the Holy Water had touched, but Y/N remained defiant and unbroken.

With a mix of frustration and anger, Gabriel turned to Y/N once more, his eyes burning with a sinister fury. In a fit of rage, he swung his fist once more, striking Y/N across the face, causing her lip to split and bleed.

Y/N's smile never wavered, even as blood trickled down her chin. She met Gabriel's glare with an unyielding gaze, and she spoke with a steely resolve, "Is that all you've got, Gabriel?"

Undeterred by her resilience, Gabriel struck again, this time aiming for her gut. The blow left Y/N gasping for breath, but the defiance in her gaze remained, as if taunting the archangel's fury. "Stop smiling," Gabriel growled, his patience waning.

"You'll have to do better than that," she hissed between laboured breaths.

Gabriel's eyes flashed with anger as he again reached for the jug of holy water. He hurled it at Y/N with a force that sent the liquid splattering across the right side of her jaw. The holy water seared her skin, causing it to bubble and boil. Y/N's smile vanished, replaced by a grimace of agony as she hissed in pain.

But Y/N's celestial nature was not so easily defeated. Her body, resilient and powerful, began to regenerate before Gabriel's eyes. The burns healed rapidly, leaving behind a stark, angry red mark as a testament to her suffering.

Having achieved the desired reaction, Gabriel nodded to the two angels who had been silent witnesses to this torturous encounter. "You'll find my colleagues down below won't be so forgiving." he declared, his voice icy and unforgiving. With one final, disdainful look at Y/N, he turned and left the room.

The angels, following their superior's orders, released Y/N from her restraints and, without a word, began to drag her out of the chamber. The echoes of her pain still reverberated in her body as they forcefully moved her toward an uncertain future.

In the hallway, Death stood waiting, its presence as palpable as ever. Without a word, Death reached out to Y/N, and in a puff of eerie smoke, they both disappeared, leaving behind a room filled with the lingering echoes of pain and despair.