The End of the World...Again? [Good omens/S3]

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The speed at which Crowley used to drive made the task of not running anyone over almost impossible, as with the panic the demons were causing, people were running frantically this way and that.

"Get out of the way!" he exclaimed, frustrated, steering the wheel forcefully.

Aziraphale, on his part, clung to the seat and used whatever miracles he could to move people aside.

"You just ran over a dog!" the Archangel reproached, healing the poor animal.

Crowley shot him a venomous look, furious. "Do you want to try driving through all this chaos?!" he shouted, agitated.

Aziraphale pursed his lips, annoyed at the demon's reaction. They stared at each other without saying another word and returned their attention to the road. Crowley kept dodging poor souls, and Aziraphale kept performing miracles to move people out of the way or heal them if they were injured. They were getting close to their destination when an unexpected explosion detonated right next to the driver's side, propelling the Bentley a few metres and flipping it over. It spun several times before a wall stopped it, leaving the car upside down.

A silence reigned inside the car; the tragedy outside sounded very distant.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked, recovering from the impact. He had fallen onto what was now the roof of the car, and when he received no immediate response from the demon, he became desperate. "Cr...Crowley?" he asked again, looking at the driver's seat, which was empty. "Oh my God."

He carefully exited the car, and just as he was getting up, he saw him—Crowley was lying face down a few metres away.

"Crowley... Crowley!" Aziraphale ran to him and knelt, his uniform cloak covering his body, with only his head exposed, a cheek pressed against the pavement. Aziraphale moved him slightly, hoping he would respond, but he didn't. "Heavens, what do I do? What do I do?" he wondered, somewhat desperate.

"Mmmhmm," Crowley suddenly stirred. "Agh... With a de..."

The Archangel closed his eyes in relief and helped him to his feet. Once standing, Crowley stretched, and several of his bones cracked. Without waiting long, Aziraphale embraced him, leaving him stunned. When he released him, the demon looked at the Bentley and took a deep breath.

"This is the second time I've lost you, and I think this time it will be final," he said, as a form of farewell, feeling sad. He turned to look at the Archangel. "Well, it's time to see who's leading this rebellion..." he said, adjusting his cloak and gripping the sword's hilt.

Aziraphale couldn't move when he heard him say that, and Crowley, noticing, looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"About that... She... She's the one causing all this, Crowley. When I went up to Heaven, Metatron..."

"Aaaagghh, here we go again..." Crowley went silent, confused. "What do you mean, 'she'? Who is 'she'?" he asked, not fully understanding what the Archangel was trying to say.

"This is all my fault. If I hadn't let myself be carried away by my emotions..." Aziraphale lamented, starting to sob.

"No, no, this isn't your fault, Aziraphale..." Crowley tried to reassure him, but Aziraphale became more agitated.

"It is! Don't you see? I created her thinking of you, she was made with you in mind. Not only was she born an angel, but also a demon! She's half demon!"

Crowley's heart skipped a beat at that declaration, because although the mix made her very dangerous, he felt a strange joy, for he realised Aziraphale did care for him, not only as an angel—the one who created the stars and the universe—but also as a demon. To feel accepted like that gave him some peace, and knowing that she wasn't just Aziraphale's daughter but also his brought him joy, although it made him even more worried about the current situation.