Good Omens

Six

Satan washes as Agres and Kassiel light up a torch of Hellfire and run the flake gently over Aziraphale's body a week later; even that gentle touch makes Aziraphale scream like he's being murdered. His scream is loud and mentally scarring.

"It's time," he says. "Get the seducteruses going. There are Hellfire torches."

"I deserve this," Aziraphale whimpers.

"Yes, you do," Agres purrs. "You deserve worse, but they won't let us kill you, which sucks."

"You should do it anyway," Aziraphale says softly. "Do us all a favor."

"Do it now," Lucifer thinks to Yaeth. "Aziraphale wants them to kill him."
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Yaeth runs into the bookshop. "Now! We have to go now," she demands. "Aziraphale is wanting to be killed."

Crowley jumps up, a hiss escaping his lips. "Let's do this," he says.
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When they get into Hell, Crowley stops when he hears a loud scream echoing through the halls of Hell.

"That's him," Yachempusa says as she walks over. "Aziraphale."

"His screams are that bad?" Crowley whispers.

Yachempusa nods, solemn. "Yeah," she replies. "Lucifer is waiting. He just neees Yaeth to tell him we're coming and he'll roar. That'll scare the guards, both Angels and demons, to run out of the Prison until they calm down. We'll have about thirty minutes to get him before the Angel guards from Up Top come down to calm Lucifer down."

Yaeth tells Lucifer that they've made it and Lucifer lets out a mighty roar that sends a bad chill through Crowley's veins. They hurry into the Prison once the guards leave and Crowley goes to Lucifer's cafe and looks into Aziraphale's.

"Aziraphale," he murmurs. He hurries over to the cell.

"Remember, Crowley, thirty minutes," Yachempusa says.

"I know." Crowley busts open the cell and he walks in. He stops when Aziraphale flinches. "Angel, it's me."

Aziraphale hesitantly opens his eyes and he sees the demon. "Crowley?" He's frowning. Clearly confused. "No..." He squeezes his eyes closed.

"Alright. I didn't want to force it." Crowley grabs Aziraphale's hand and they poof out with a demonic miracle.
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"I deserved to be there..."

"No, you didn't," Crowley cuts Aziraphale off and he sits him on a stool in the apartment kitchen and he peels off the shirt the demons put on him. He sees blood faking it and he winced. "Can I see your back?"

Aziraphale nods. Crowley stands him up and spins Aziraphale around. He wants to cry when he sees his back. He leads him to the bathroom after magically filling the tub with cold water and placing a backless stool in there. He gets Aziraphale out of his pants and gets him on the stool.

Crowley grabs a rag before wedding it and squeezes it over Aziraphale's back. The angel flinches hard. 

"Sorry," Crowley murmurs.

"It's nothing I didn't deserve," Aziraphale says. "I'm sorry I left."

"I forgive you," Crowley murmurs. "I have to clean these wounds, Angel, and it will hurt."

Aziraphale nods. Crowley grabs the rubbing alcohol that Nina and Maggie sent over for Muriel and he wets another tag with it. They both wince as the rag touches the wounds as Muriel walks up.

"Hi, Aziraphale," Muriel greets. "I took care of the bookshop."

Aziraphale smiles softly at them. "Thank you, Muriel," he says. "I'm sure you did a good job."

Muriel smiles as Crowley cleans the wounds by hand delicately.

"I spoke to God," Crowley says to Aziraphale once Muriel heads back downstairs. "She says that She had nothing to do with your arrest. It was all Michael."

"I think Metatron helped Michael," Aziraphale says. He softens when cold water spills over his burning wounds.

"We destroyed the blade that was used to cut your back up," Crowley says softly as he helps Aziraphale out and gets him to the bedroom. The demon starts searching the wardrobe, his eyebrows pinched. "You have nothing comfortable."

"They're comfortable to me."

Crowley waves a hand and some sweatpants and a nice shirt appear and some under garments. "Get dressed," he says. "Loose, soft clothing until you're scarred and have no open wounds."

Aziraphale sighs. "Why do you still care?" He gets up and he starts to get dressed in the clothes that Crowley summoned for him.

"Because I meant what I said before you left," Crowley says. "Because no matter what, it's you and me. We've been on this Earth a long time, we've been together for a long time. We can still be us, Aziraphale." He caresses his cheek and the Angel shudders. "I'll do it better this time. I was emotional last time."

"I need to check on the store," Aziraphale says and he suddenly leaves the apartment.

Crowley is just happy that Aziraphale is safe.