It ties us together, but I've never been more afraid

Chapter 3: In the Cellar

Crawley was standing in front of Job's three children, Aziraphale by his side, and in all honesty he wished he wasn't standing at all. His knee was still screaming in pain, same as it always had been, and he was starting to get tired.

Fatigue had been a new thing, but he knew it wasn't his body that was feeling that way. Granted yes, the pain in his knee did make him tired at times, but this fatigue was distant. It was his soulmate who was feeling this way, and it must be bringing them some kind of pain if Crawley's feeling it too.

While he was enjoying being destructive, well somewhat destructive, he was starting to grow tired of doing this. He wanted to be done, go home, and just rest his knee for once.

"Ah yes, he is in fact technically a demon." Aziraphale said sheepishly.

"Spot on. Sent here to destroy you all." Crawley smiled, ready to do more to get this over with quicker. "Ready?" And the room set fire at once.

"But you said you wouldn't!" Aziraphale exclaimed at Crawley.

"I'm a demon! I lied!" Crawley shouted at him. He could see the slight fear, or maybe it was betrayal, in Aziraphale's eyes. Crawley wanted to feel bad for lying, but he didn't.

"Can't you save us?" Keziah, Job's daughter, called out to Aziraphale.

"I'm afraid not. He has a permit, you see. But be not afraid. You're perfectly safe." Aziraphale tried to reassure.

"Are you sure Angel?" Crawley asked as he threw more fire out.

"Yes, quite sure." Aziraphale said and Crawley rolled his eyes. He stuck his hands together to start creating a large ball of wind, but at the exact moment he released it, they fell downwards.

They landed on concert floor, and Crawley could feel his knee go off to the side for a moment as his body half crumpled on top of it. That definitely didn't help his already hurt knee.

If Crawley had bothered to look up for about two seconds he would see that Aziraphale had to catch himself on the wall as his knee also gave a sharp but distant pain. But Crawley didn't look, and neither did Aziraphale.

"What happened? We're in the cellar." Ennon pointed out. Crawley quickly got back onto his feet before anyone could realize that he had fallen.

"I knew it! Wind, I assume. That's what Satan really has planned. A mighty wind from the wilderness to smite the mansion and bring it down upon them." Aziraphale said with a smile on his face as he turned to look at Crawley.

"Ooh, aren't you brilliant?" Crawley said in a slightly sour tone.

"Actually I, I think getting us all in the cellar was very clever." Aziraphale pointed out.

"Will someone please tell me-" Ennon started again, but before he could finish his sentence Crawley turned him into a lizard. He was tired of listening to Ennon and he had only known the boy for five minutes.

"What- What have you done to him?" Keziah asked as she looked down at her lizard brother.

"This." Crawley said as he snapped his fingers, and Keziah turned into a small lizard as well.

"Can I be a blue one?" Jemimah asked, looking up at Crawley. Crawley turned to look at her.

"It's alright. You haven't annoyed me yet." He said half shrugging, but she didn't stop staring at Crawley.

"But can I be?" She asked. Crawley thought about it for a moment, if he turned them all into lizards at least he wouldn't have to actually kill them. Or it might be easier to kill lizards than humans. Then again he didn't even kill the goats.