Good Omens One Shots

The Fall

The ginger-haired Angel strolled into the expansive white room. He had never been up in this part of heaven before.
"Archngel." A voice boomed from seemingly everywhere in the room. A giant floating head appeared in front of the Angel and he dropped to his knees.
"Metatron." He said, bowing his head.
"Stand up Angel," The Metatron announced, and the Angel did as he was told.
"I will be speaking for the Almighty today, she does not have the time for this kind of...insubordination." The Angel furrowed his brow.
"Insubordination sir...?" The Angel questioned, but the Metatron just looked annoyed.
"You know what I am speaking of, the uprising that is happening." Suddenly one of the walls changed to a video of Angels fighting other Angels, a battleground.

The Archangel watched in horror.
"No no no no...this isn't how it's supposed to go...we talked about it and we agreed..." he turned back to The Metatron. "I assure you this isn't what I wanted." He pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.
"Are you not the one who questioned the Almighty's authority? Are you not the one who thought you knew better than her? The one who helped gather these treasonous angels in the first place??" The Metatron accused and the Archangel felt an invisible knife twist in his heart. He couldn't refute these accusations.
"Well I...I didn't mean to...this is not..." he stammered but the Metatron pressed on.
"We will not tolerate this kind of insubordination. You and all of your other constituents are hereby cast out of heaven, you are Angels no longer."

The Archangel looked up at The Metatron in disbelief.
"You-you can't do that! You'll lose half of your Angles! Some of the ones down there...they didn't want this, they didn't want to fight! I don't want to fight!!" His voice cracked, he turned to the video again, which was still showing a live feed of the battle. Angels were brutally slaughtering other Angels. It was hard to tell which side was which, let alone which side was winning.

"It does not matter now. What is done is done. In a matter of minutes all of the offending Angels will be counted and you will all be cast down." The Metatron said, ignoring the Archangel's pleading.
"Cast down to where??" Earth?" The Archngel asked and a sly smile crept onto The Metatron's face.
"No no no, somewhere much worse than Earth." The Angel's eyes widened,
"No...you can't mean...I thought that was only a myth!" The Archangel exclaimed and The Metatron let out a boisterous laugh.

"Wait but you called me here! Did you call me just to tell me we're screwed??" Now The Metatron stopped laughing.
"We called you here to give you a warning, The Almighty thought it would be unfair to simply cast you all down without a prior warning. So go on, go tell everyone the news." The Metatron's head vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

The Archangel turned and ran out of the room, he felt tears welling in his eyes. He took the elevator down to the main level where the battle was happening. He raced through the crowd of angels, trying to warn all of them what was coming, but it was too late. Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet, he was falling.

He watched as millions of Angels around him fell too. He let out an agonizing scream as his forehead began to burn. He watched his halo float up from his head and turn black in front of him. He reached up to try and grab it but he was falling too fast, he watched it disintegrate into ash. His back burned with the heat of a thousand stars. The burning creeped up his wings, he could see from the corner of his eye that they were turning black. The burning was nearly unbearable but he was distracted by another pain in his throat. He had been screaming this whole time, his throat was raw and he tasted blood. His chest felt heavy and yet it felt as though there was a hole in it. A hole where his grace used to be, a hole shaped like God. His eyes burned, almost every part of him burned with the heat of God's disappointment. All he could hear was the wind rushing past his ears and screaming, both his own and all of the other Angels with him.

The new demon landed in a pit of boiling sulfur. He hit the ground hard but he didn't care about the pain, everything in his body and soul already hurt anyway. The hot liquid sloshed over him, cloaking his robes in black. He clawed his way out, dirt digging under his fingernails. He crawled until his whole body was out of the sulfur. He looked up to see a hand extended out to him, offering him help, he took to gladly.

"Everyone will take time to recover, but when we do we will show them the mistake they have just made." Said the demon as he helped the former Archangel up. It took him a moment before realizing who's hand he was holding.
"Ah! Supreme Archangel-" he stopped himself quickly before he could embarrass himself further.
The former Supreme Archangel, now demon, smiled "It's just Lucifer now, and what shall I call you?" He asked, and the demon thought about it for a second. He looked up at the sky and then down at the sulfur pool before turning back to Lucifer.
"Crawley." He said, before wincing as a sharp pain tingled on the side of his face, right by his ear.
"Ah-" he rubbed a hand on the spot that hurt, he felt raised bumps under his fingers that weren't there before.
"What is it?" Lucifer asked, trying to see what he was squirming about. Crawley removed his hand and Lucifer's eyes widened.
"What? What is it??" Crawley asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"I'm not sure..." Lucifer said as Crawley turned his face so Lucifer could see better.
"It looks kind of like a snake."