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Chapter 5: Miracle

Chapter 5: Miracle
Almighty's narration

Crowley left and went back to his temple in silence, leaving Aziraphale to his tasks. The angel hadn't seen he was there, and didn't notice him going, but Crowley wasn't the only demon in the area at this moment. Once he was gone, two other demons arrived.
'Well, well... Look what we have here!' said a hissing voice.
Aziraphale turned round. The two demons smiled, an evil look on their face. One of them, the tallest, had a whip in his hand.
'You do not scare me, fiends,' replied the angel. 'You better...'
The tall demon slashed the floor with the whip. The sound of the whip remained Aziraphale of his bad experience, and he took a step back.
'Show us your wingss, oh angel of the Lord!' hissed the small one.
'N-no...'
Aziraphale couldn't walk backwards anymore. Pushed against the wall, he was stuck.
'Show us your wings!' said the tall demon with a deeper voice and another slap of the whip.
In fear, Aziraphale felt the warmth inside of him growing and the back of his clothes tearing apart. As the warmth exploded and he was turning into his true angel form, he called :
'Crowley!'
The demons were instantly blasted. In his room, Crowley had a strange feeling... like his angel was in danger.

***

'Aziraphale!'
He walked to him, trying to protect himself from the glowing light coming from the angel. This light, this warmth - the wrath of the Almighty - hurt him, just as it would hurt any demonic entity, not enough to blast him though, a sign Aziraphale was becoming weaker. Crowley wouldn't let the angel alone, because he wouldn't be able to defend himself once the wrath'd be gone.
'I'm here, Angel,'Crowley said. 'It's okay, I'm here...'
Aziraphale fell into Crowley's arms, unconscious, and turned back into his usual human appearance. The demon's hands, as he tried to catch him better, encountered the other's back.
'What the...' muttered Crowley.

***

Crowley was sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for Aziraphale to wake, looking at his back. He was mad at the angel for not telling him about it, but he was also very worried. When the subject of his thoughts woke up at last, he wasn't mad anymore, only... disappointed. Did the angel have no confidence in him? He wondered.
'Aziraphale...'
'Hmm...?' he replied sleepily.
'Where did you get... those scars?'
Aziraphale sat up straight, completely awake and totally stressed out, and used a miracle to repair his clothes, hiding the scars on his back.
'Hem... they're from a... a whip.'
'I can tell that much!' Crowley was now shouting, but it was more in pain because he couldn't stop Aziraphale from being injured than because he was angry. 'Who did this to you? I promise they'll be tortured for the rest of eternity!'
'Crowley, no! It's... it's okay, I swear.'
Crowley still felt bad about it, but he calmed down a bit.
'You could have healed them, they wouldn't have started...'
'I made a choice to keep them,' answered Aziraphale, putting his hand on Crowley's. 'As... a reminder.'
'A reminder not to put your faith in a demon.'
'Don't say that...'
Crowley stayed silent and still. He looked in the angel's eyes and asked:
'What happened?'
'It's the one who was killed by Moses, again...'
Crowley took back his hand from Aziraphale.
'I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!' he started.
'It's not your doing, my dear,' said Aziraphale.
'You called for me that day! And...'
'No! What Heaven is doing to Egypt is so terribly confusing. What I mean is... You weren't there twenty years ago,' started the angel with a soft voice. 'But you were there tonight. Which... is more than can be said for Heaven.'
Once more, they looked into each other's eyes.
'I missed you so much, Angel...'

***

Later that night, in Heaven, another angel went to report the news they had. The angel had dark skin dotted with gold and was dressed like a female Egyptian. They walked into a room that had an amazing view of space with a large globe in the middle. In front of the Egyptian-like angel, there's an archangel, dressed exactly like you often imagine them, with a long white dress and short brown hair, looking to the stars and turning his back to the first one, Uriel. They come closer to the second one and say:
'I've got news from Earth, Gabriel.'
The second angel, Gabriel, turns round.
'What is it, Uriel?'
'It's Aziraphale...'
'What? He used a miracle to clean his shoes?' Gabriel responds, clearly annoyed.
'Actually no, he used the wrath of the Almighty to smite two demons tonight.'
'Oh really?' said Gabriel, suddenly interested.
'If he's finally acting like a principality, he should be aware of the plan,' continued Uriel.
'You're right, there's less than an hour now. I'm heading on Earth anyways.'
Meanwhile, on Earth, Crowley and Aziraphale left the place, each of them going in their own direction. Aziraphale had miracles to do; Crowley had something important to do for Hell. Or at least, that's what he said.
He headed to his temple, where he hoped to find one particular demon. And there he was.
'Hastur, you're still here, perfect. I have a job for you.'
'You have a job for me?' Said Hastur. 'I'm not here to follow your orders! I'm here simply because I enjoy what horrors these "good guys" are inflicting on these people.'
'Oh, you'll like it, trust me,' replied Crowley with a machiavellian smile, a dangerous spark in the eyes. 'Twenty years ago, a man in this city was killed by a boy named Moses. I want him to be tortured by Malice itself for the next millennium. And when his damned soul is about to crumble, I want him set aside for me.'
Hastur looked at him, first surprised, then... Amused.
'Hmm... yes, sir.'
After that, Crowley went back to his place for the night.
Aziraphale, on his side, met someone he'd never thought to be there. And actually, he'd have preferred not to see him at all.
'Gabriel?'
'Ah, Aziraphale! I was looking for you.'
The archangel had a sort of red paint bucket, which he used to mark some of the houses.
'What are you doing here?'
'Well, preparing for the last plague, of course,' answered Gabriel.
'T-the last plague? It's tonight?'
'Well, I guess you've been too busy with these demons to notice, but yes,' smiled the other. 'Tonight, Death will be taking the lives of all the first-born Egyptians. I thought we should return the favor we owed the demon Crowley,' he added.
Aziraphale didn't understand. More precisely, he didn't want to understand.
'What did he do?'
'You didn't know? Intel says he was the one who tempted the last pharaoh to slaughter the baby slaves. Not to worry though, Death will also claim the lives of all the demons in Egypt. That part was my idea,' smiled the archangel proudly.
'Death is discorporating demons as well?' repeated Aziraphale, alarmed.
'It's good, isn't it? Since you did kill two of them, we thought...'
He couldn't finish his sentence. Aziraphale was already running backwards, yelling something about having something urgent to do.
He had to arrive before Death did, or Crowley wouldn't be there anymore.