Mein Engel•Good Omens+Oneshots

Chapter 1; The garden of Eden

It starts as it will end, with a garden. In this case the garden of Eden.

The Angel stood on the wall of the eastern side of Eden. His pristine, white, cotton robes swaying in the wind as he watched over the sacred garden he swore to protect. He raised his white wing over the demon next to him, glancing a gentle smile over his shoulder. Maybe demons weren't so bad after all. 

The bittersweet rain gently fell over them, caressing the soft angel feathers that they rolled off of. Rolls of thunder rumbled in the distance. From what Aziraphale (the angel) was told storms were essentially harmless. Minus the 420 million volt lightning strikes that would come down from the sky for a matter of milliseconds then disappear. Of course that kind of technicality hadn't been invented yet so Aziraphale called them 'glow sticks'. 
Crowley (the demon) looked over at Aziraphale. The angels soft feathers taking the rain off him sweetly. Crowley turned around and looked knowingly over The Garden Of Eden. 
"Are you alright, Crawley?" Aziraphale asked softly, his voice as gentle as his touch. Why such a sweet being was the first to be given a sword in the whole universe was anyone's guess. 
"I suppose" Crowley replied, snaking his way down to the edge of the garden wall.
"You seem wistful.." Aziraphale said tenderly, walking closer to Crowley on the edge.
 
Crowley didn't answer, simply shrugging off the question and flying down to the center of Eden, in front of the apple tree. Aziraphale was right, he was wistful.. A small part of him did regret tempting the first mortals into sinning. They were so pure.. innocent.. untainted... they hadn't been cursed with the sin of curiosity. 

Crowley reached up to the tree and gave a sad smile. he weakly picked off a perfect, succulent red apple. He caressed it with his thumb and turned around, looking at the apple as he did. Aziraphale watched softly. Crowley smile softly  as he looked at the apple then held it out to Aziraphale. His black wings brushing against the wet fresh grass on the garden's floor. The angel looked at it skeptically then took it, his blonde curls dripping with water droplets from the first storm as he did. 
"For Mein Engel~" Crowley said as he made a teasing bow. 

"Is this a temptation?" Aziraphale asked through his wet hair, sticking to his corporation. raising an eyebrow. 
"Never! i'm surprised you would even assume that of me!" Crowley exclaimed dramatically as he put a hand over his heart wiping an imaginary tear from his yellow snake eye, his pupil dilated. 
"mhhh" Aziraphale hummed as he held the apple in his pale palm. He gave a soft laugh, like a quiet symphony. Even his laugh was angelic. Crowley snaked his way under the tree and transmuted into snake form, curling himself onto one of the tree's branches. He gave a small hiss then drifted to sleep. It was weird at first, Demons didn't need sleep. He was immortal. But he did anyway, it was so restful. So calming. Aziraphale say next to him softly under the tree, listening to the soft hisses coming from Crowley. he looked at the perfect crimson apple in his hand and smiled softly looking between the apple and Crowley.  

Maybe demons weren't so bad after all...