David Tennant One-Shots/Preferences

Notpocalypse - Anthony J Crowley

WARNING!
Chapter contains:
-Gabriel.
-That's all.
-He is garbage.

The near-beginning of Armageddon was not quite as dramatic as you'd imagined.

You were expecting an enormous hell-hound, the armies of Heaven and Hell, four indomitable Horsemen, and a very demonic Anti-Christ with hooves and horns.

What you got instead was a cute small dog, two witchfinders, a witch, someone called Madame Tracey (who'd you'd previously been sharing a body with), three human children and an average looking boy.

The Horsemen were there, but were also surprisingly easy to beat.

"Is that it?" The younger witchfinder asked.

You shook your head. "I don't suppose it is. The armies of Heaven and Hell are still preparing to fight."

"I'm sorry, Heaven and Hell?" He repeated.

"What are your names? Both of you."

"I'm, uh, Newton. Newton Pulsifer. And this is my, uh..." He turned to look at the witch.

"Girlfriend. I'm Anathema. Anathema Device. What are you? You two. Your auras are... weird."

"I'm Y/n. I'm an angel. This is Crowley. He's a demon."

"A demon?!" Shadwell and Pulsifer jumped away from him.

He rolled his eyes, before turning to the kids. "You, boy... Anti-Christ, what was your name again?"

"Adam Young."

"Adam. Good job, you saved the world. That's not gonna stop them though. Heaven and Hell still want their war."

"Ey've been workin' for a daemon?" Shadwell asked.

"Oh, get a little perspective men, the world is about end!" You snapped.

The little girl rolled her eyes. "Men."

"Hold on... I know you two! You hit me with your car!" Anathema shouted out, pointing at us.

Crowley mumbled, "Well, I didn't really hit you, more like you hit me."

"I left my book in your weird old car!" She continued.

He looked at The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch in his hand, before looked back at her.

"Oh yeah. Catch!" He threw the heavy book at her.

You were about to miracle it to her, when you noticed one of the prophecies flutter out. You caught it swiftly, without anyone noticing. It read:

'When alle is fayed and alle is done, ye must choofe your faces wisely, for soon enouff ye will be playing with fyre.'

You were trying to undertsnd the meaning of it, until, without any warning, a flash of lightning struck the ground where the Horsemen had stood. Beside it, a dark hole emerged in the floor.

Gabriel and Beelzebub.

Oh fun, the Supreme Archangel and a Duke of bloody Hell.

You automatically straightened your posture, while Crowley bowed dramatically.

"Lord Beelzebub. What an honour!"

"Crowley. The traitor."

"'S not a nice word."

"All the other words I have for you are worse." They looked at Gabriel. "Where's the boy?"

Gabriel scanned the crowd, before his eyes fell upon Adam. "That one. Adam Young." The pair walked over to him.