Ineffable One Shots

Our Side

Hey everyone, thanks for reading. I needed a little break from writing 1912 chapters so instead of working on something else that actually needed to be finished I wrote this. Typical. I don't know if it's something that needs another chapter but if you think it is then just let me know in the comments.

It was beginning. Crowley knew it. He felt the tension build in the air and below him. The War between Heaven and Hell had waited long enough. It was now here.
Crowley was stuck in between. He doubted that either side would care about him. He probably could've just stayed in the bookshop, where he has been staying for the past few months.
But he wasn't just thinking of himself.
Aziraphale was the Supreme Archangel. He was in the line of fire.
The windows rattled, as did the shelves. Books fell and hit the floor, pages floated away from the most delicate volumes. Crowley winced for Aziraphale's sake.
I forgive you
Crowley shook his head and got up from the chair. From outside he heard humans shriek and the wind pick up. The earth continued to rattle slightly.
Crowley's attention snapped to the front door as he heard it open. For the first month or so, every time the door opened he thought it was Aziraphale. It never was. It wasn't this time either.
Muriel looked at Crowley guiltily while holding open the door. They were in the officer uniform they arrived in, and their eyes were wide and watery.
"Umm... Mr. Crowley? You've been wonderful, really. Thank you for letting me stay," Muriel's voice was sad and quiet. A great contrast to their regular, upbeat and cheery tone.
"Muriel?" He asked.
"Heaven was saying horrible things about you but you're actually really nice," they continued. Crowley clenched his fists. There were only a few beings who have ever called him nice. Mostly it was just Aziraphale. Crowley felt pain as he knew what was coming next.
"Muriel, you're leaving. Aren't you?" He asked, his voice dry and raspy. Muriel shed a tear.
"Mr. Crowley... I've been called by heaven. They need me to fight,"
Crowley looked away from them, back to the window. People were running past, hats and jackets blowing.
This was the third time he was rejected by a being of Heaven. He thought that he should be used to it by now, but it still stung.
"So it has truly begun," He said, mostly to himself.
"Mr. Crowley? Are you alright?"
Crowley almost snapped at Muriel, but he said nothing instead.
Soon the earth would be the battlefield of demons and angels. They might even be at the doorstep of the bookshop. Even if they had no plans against Crowley he could still be a victim of the crossfire.
Just like all the people, he thought.
Did Aziraphale know about the people? He must, he was as high up as you could really get in Heaven.
It's funny how much someone could change. Aziraphale loved humans. Now he was too good for them. And for me, he thought bitterly.
However, it didn't matter if Aziraphale didn't like him back. Because Crowley loved him too much. It evened things out.
Aziraphale. He was in Heaven. He was in the middle of war. He could be hurt, he could be-
Aziraphale needed him. And he would be there, like he saved that Angel over and over and over again. From revolutions and Nazis and everything else.
And he wasn't going to stop now.

"Supreme Archangel, the War has begun,"
"What?!" Aziraphale looked up from the stack of files he was reading. A young, lower ranking Angel stood in front of his desk.
"Are you not prepared? This was scheduled for months,"
Aziraphale stared at them, mouth open, but no words coming out. He then cleared his throat.
"Oh yes, of course. Silly me, forgetting these things. I'll be out in a moment,"
The Angel nodded and left. Aziraphale panicked. He was told nothing of the War, he thought they were over that!
Maybe it was discussed in one of the meetings. He missed all of them, claiming he was busy. It wasn't really a lie. He was busy.
Ever since he arrived in Heaven as the new Supreme Archangel he felt something was wrong. He realized his mistake.
He should've stayed.
He should've kissed Crowley back.
He should've said what he was going to say. Not 'I forgive you' but 'I love you. I have known I loved you for thousands of years'.
He was too late for that now. Or maybe there never would've been a right time. Heaven and Hell were always in the way, and Aziraphale let them.
No more, he promised himself.
He quickly started shuffling between files, looking for the most important ones. The files he spent months looking for and working on. Files of destruction.
Heaven and Hell outstayed their purpose, and they needed to go.
Aziraphale found the most important file and stuffed it into the folds of his robe. Just as he finished he heard a Heaven rattling cry.
"THEY'RE HERE!"
Hell has arrived.