Ineffable reunion

Visitor

The door flew open and The Metatron smiled, with something in his hand that Aziraphale couldn't quite make out. "This will be fun, yes?" The Metatron walked over to him, rolling him flat on his stomach with his foot. He bent down, running what Aziraphale thought to be a knife along his wounds. "Hm. Can't let these heal, can we?" He stood up, the angel under him shaking and gasping for the air that he didn't need. He heard a crack, and a sharp sting across his entire back. A whip? This is what they do in Hell, I've never heard of this in- his thoughts interrupted by another strike. He gasped, unable to scream, "This is what you get, Aziraphale. You disobey Heaven and you will now pay the price." The Metatron bent down and lifted Aziraphale's head by his hair "And don't go thinking your little boyfriend will come save you. We made sure he would hate you before you 'left'." Aziraphale's head fell to the floor with a loud thud and the door slammed.

*knock knock* "Eh, hello? Mr. Crowley-" Crowley sat in the room, empty bottles surrounding him, dark circles under his eyes and greasy hair, "ngk" he managed to get out. "Look, uhm, you've been in there for 3 weeks now, and you haven't come out... I'm really starting to worry." Crowley tried to stand but his legs twisted and he fell with a thud "mmh damnit" the demon muttered. "Look, I'm coming in, ok?" Muriel opened the door slowly, seeing the mess of a man on the floor and frowned. "Oh, Mr. Crowley, there must be something I can do to help?" Crowley turned and nodded, Muriel smiled "yes, of course! What can I do?"
"Alcohol."
"..what?"
" 'm outta alcohol..."
They sighed, "is that really the only thing I could do? There must be something else!" Crowley stared at the floor. "Uhm.. I guess maybe~" he was hard to understand, words slurred and he was rocking back and forth on the floor "you'an check on 'ngel.." he was falling asleep, Muriel doubted that he even knew what he was saying but they figured it was better than more alcohol. "You got it, Sir!" Crowley fell back and was out like a light. Muriel turned around and went back downstairs, changing the sign on the door and heading to the escalators.

The arrived at the escalators, taking a deep breath and stepping on, I hope Mr. Fell is doing well up there! The ride was long, about 30 minutes, but they finally arrived. Walking in they spotted The Metatron almost immediately, they decided they would look on their own before asking for any help. After probably 3 or 4 hours of searching, they found his desk with a note "hello there, so sorry but I have moved to a higher rank. You won't be able to reach me right now. - Supreme Archangel Aziraphale." Muriel stared at it for a second and smiled, well, it looks like he is doing fabulous! Maybe he would allow just a quick visit from an old friend? They walked over to The Metatron "Hello there! I wa-"
"Ah! Muriel, so nice to see you. What brings you up here?" He smiled
"Oh well you see, I was hoping I could maybe give Supreme Archangel Aziraphale an update on his bookshop!"
"Is that so? Hm. Right this way."
The Metatron started down a long hallway, before stopping at a door and knocking. "Supreme Archangel, you have a visitor!"