Fallen ~•A Good Omens Fanfiction •~

Chapter 18: Through the ages

Chapter 18: Through the ages
Almighty's narration

  It had been a long trip Aziraphale and Crowley had made together. They had been together since the beginning, and even before. They could try to stay away from each other, but one would always come back to the other. It had always been the two of them. Through the ages, they had had bad and good times, and always went over it. They had always been there for each other, they never needed anything else. They were an angel and a demon, but they had decided to build their own side. And from Mesopotamia to England, from a wall of a small Garden to a lost bookshop in Soho, they stayed together. It was their choice, their will, the fate they’d chosen.
  And they thought nothing could interfere.
  They had been through a lot of countries, a lot of ages. The Garden of Eden, Egypt, Rome, France, England, so many events throughout History. But if there's a thing that time has taught them, it’s that everything changes. Everything has an end. And they might have held onto it as hard as they could, the hope that this time, it would be different, would not spare them. They couldn’t avoid change eternally. They couldn't avoid the end eternally. The Not-Armageddon made them think they could, that there really was a chance, so little it was, but still a chance.
  Time can't be fooled eternally.
  The clock was ticking, the bell rang ten. The night was young. A pretty night, not so dark, lit by the almost full moon, like many others before. The small and quiet town had no idea of what would happen, of who the man in the Bentley was, and the small and calm town was going to sleep, peacefully, unaware of the unfairness of the world.
  The man got out of the car and stumbled towards the cliff. The stars are hiding, as if they didn't want to see the rest of it.
  A demon, standing on the edge of a cliff. His long red hair waving in the wind, he was standing still. His yellow, snake-like eyes weren't shiny anymore. He was there, standing, alone. The emptiness in his heart was too much to handle. He looked down to the waves crashing on the rocks underneath him. He wondered again why he was there. Why he hadn't done it before. He was about to let go.
  He wanted to die. Crowley had spent so much time with humans, he felt like one more than he ever had. It wouldn't kill him, but he had forgotten. Maybe he wasn’t a demon anymore. He was not the same since it happened. Since Aziraphale had abandoned him.
  Time can’t be fooled eternally. He knew that, and he had fooled it long enough already. The universe had been yelling at him to let go, but he had held on. Now was the time to leave.
  Crowley looked up to the sky, the stars timidly showing up again. It was a beautiful night, he thought. He closed his eyes and felt one last time the cool wind on his face and the smell of the sea. It was a quiet night.
  Suddenly, Crowley's phone rang, breaking the silence and bringing him back to reality. It was Muriel. He hesitated, not knowing whether he should answer or not, but he did.
  ‘What is it?’
  ‘Aziraphale called,’ she said.
  She couldn't know the effect these words would have on Crowley. Aziraphale had called. A part of him, maybe, still cared about Crowley. These words, for Crowley, were hope.
  ‘He said something that you were right, Heaven can’t be changed, and… he wants to be free,  but there’s a price to pay.’
  The demon knew instantly what Aziraphale planned to do. He had known him for 6000 years, he knew him like he knew his own mind. And it was not a good thing.
  ‘Thanks for calling. Got things to do,’ quickly said Crowley.
  He caught a glimpse of light from behind him. He turned round, ran to the Bentley and drove as fast as possible, following the light. It was as if a star was falling from the sky. Crowley knew it wasn't a star.
  It was Aziraphale.

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  ‘I envy you sometimes,’ said Aziraphale.
  ‘How’s that?’
  ‘You’re free. I mean, I don’t mind serving the Almighty, but a demon is free to do whatever they want.’
  ‘Yeah, don’t be so sure.’
  ‘As long as you don’t stay with an angel,’ Aziraphale smiled at him.
  Crowley smiled back.

***

  That was definitely it. Aziraphale was falling, on purpose. He wanted to become a Fallen. And Crowley couldn't do anything to prevent that. All that he could do was soften the pain of the landing, which was going to be hard. Because though Crowley thought he didn't have a chance, though he thought Aziraphale would never like him the way he did, he still cared. He still loved Aziraphale. And he forever would, no matter what.
  As he arrived close to the impact point, he got out in a rush and stretched his wings. The demon flew faster and faster and eventually reached Aziraphale, catching him before he even touched the ground. He wrapped him into his wings and they bounced hard on the earth. Crowley slowly opened his wings to see if Aziraphale was alright. The ex-angel wasn’t moving, but he was breathing, a good sign. Crowley sat him down and made him lay his head on his shoulder. But Crowley was worried. What if Aziraphale didn't remember anything, like it happened for him? He wouldn't be able to take it.
  Aziraphale woke up and saw he was in Crowley's arms. The look on his face reassured the redhead; he did remember.
  ‘Hello, Crowley,’ Aziraphale murmured.
  ‘Hello…’
  Aziraphale sat down correctly, but let his head lay on the other’s shoulder.
  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘Sorry I didn't believe you, sorry I left you… That certainly was the biggest mistake I ever made… Will you ever forgive me?’
  ‘You’re forgiven already, Angel,’ he replied, brushing his soft hair.
  ‘Not anymore…’
  ‘You’ll always be my angel.’
  He sighed and turned his face to Crowley.
  ‘I need to tell you something.’
  ‘Go on,’ Crowley said.
  He took a deep breath.
  ‘I love you, Crowley.’
  ‘I love you too.’
  Crowley hesitated, his hand still in the other's hair. Aziraphale smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.
  The untold had been said, the unspoken love had been confessed. The impossible lovers were reunited, and only the stars and the moon would be the witnesses of this unique wonder.
  Six thousand years ago, and a little more, hundreds of angels fell. That was their punishment for rebelling. Tonight, another angel became a Fallen. Love was the cause, and love would be the reward.
  Two Fallens, sitting on the land, the forbidden love of an angel and a demon. Two Fallens, with the promise of eternity stretched before them.
  It was the end of a story. It was the beginning of a new one.
  The promise of their own.

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So, this is the end of this fanfiction. However, if you want bonus chapter, I could manage to do some, but I swear you'll have to give me ideas! Also, I'm working on another story that could – but not forcibly will – be related to this one. I haven't written a whole chapter yet so if you want to read it you'll have to wait a bit 😅