Good omens - daughter of god

Chapter one: The new Christ

The halls of heaven were filled with whispers. All the angels knew that something very special was happening even if most of them weren't aware what it was. In a small white room tucked away in a corner of heaven surrounded by four people an angel was being born.

You have to know that angels aren't really born. They are created by God. The moment they are created they are ready to fulfil their purpose and kind of skip theire entire childhood. But this one was different. She wasn't an angel but rather a more powerful celestial being in the form of a human girl. A human girl who was being created by the light that was guided by the almighty himself. It was happening in with the same process that was used when a human child was being created in their mother's belly. Of course the process was a little sped up and there was no belly to speak of. The baby was being created in mid-air.

Aziraphale looked down while the baby was being created out of light. Next to him stood the Metatron. 'Could you explain to me why we aren't sending her down to earth?' 'That has a simple reason.' Explained the Metatron. 'When Jesus Christ was down there, people refused to believe he was the son of God eventually leading to his death. When we sent down the Antichrist he became so attached to the world he refused to destroy it. This time we are going to use a different approach. We will raise her as one of us teaching her everything she needs to know and when she's old enough she will go down to earth and serve her purpose as one.' 'And by serving her purpose you mean protecting the humans right?' 'Yeah, that's exactly what I mean.' Aziraphale smiled and restored his gaze to the baby that was almost done, not seeing a sinister smile forming on the Metatron's face.

'Why don't you return to your desk. It will take some time before she's finished.' Aziraphale nodded and walked away. Uriel looked at the Metatron. 'I thought she would be used for the start of Armageddon.' The Metatron smiled at the angels. 'She is, don't worry I just don't think it's a good idea if we tell him that.' Michael frowned. 'If you don't want him to know what's happening why make him supreme archangel in the first place.' The angel still hadn't gotten over the fact that Aziraphale had gotten that title instead of him. 'I have my reasons don't worry.' Said the Metatron while looking at the kid who was starting to grow lungs.

As Aziraphale walked down the hallway he couldn't help but notice how empty it was. The halls where plain white and there were now windows to speak of. Finally he got to his office what wasn't much better. While he had asked the Metatron he wasn't allowed to put up any decorations. In the middle of the way to large room was a desk. On the desk was a big pile of paper that seemed perfectly organised. Aziraphale walked to the desk and moved a pile. Under the stack of paper hidden for the eyes of others lay a polaroid picture. Aziraphale picked up the picture and looked at it with sad eyes. It was the one that was taken of him and Crowley during the magic show. Aziraphale missed his friend but he was also angry with him. He had given Crowley every opportunity to come with him, even offering him a place as second in command. But the demon had simply walked away. Aziraphale wasn't stupid he knew that eventually he would have to go back to his demon. He needed him after all. But for now he would wait. Fulfilling his duties as the supreme archangel of heaven. If he managed to change heaven for the better Crowley would see he was right and come back and they would rule heaven side by side. All he had to do was raise the new Christ and make sure she would help the world as she was supposed to.

Nothing would go wrong.

Aziraphale was torn out of his thoughts when the door opened. He quickly hid the picture under a stack of paper and turned around. Uriel stood in the door opening. 'It's done, the new Christ has been born.'

Aziraphale followed the angel back to the small room in the corner of heaven. There stood the Metatron with a crying baby in his arms. 'Aziraphale there you are! Please tell me you know how to calm her down she won't shut up.' Aziraphale simply snapped his fingers making a bottle of milk appear in his hand. He took the baby from the Metatron's arms and started to feed her. The baby quickly calmed down her small hands holding the bottle and her eyes observing Aziraphale questioning his intentions. In the end she decided that he was trustworthy and she fell asleep in his arms. The Metatron looked at her with a surprised look in his eyes. 'I didn't know babies could be this loud and difficult to calm down. I kind of assumed she would immediately act like a grown up.' Aziraphale smiled. 'It doesn't work that way. Human baby's take years to learn and mature. We will have to teach her to talk, walk and more.' The Metatron shrugged. 'It doesn't matter what we have to do as long as the result stays the same. She should have a name though. I was thinking about calling her Amaris. Promised by God.' Aziraphale looked at the baby that was peacefully sleeping in his arms. He didn't really think the kid looked like a Amaris but that didn't really matter. 'Yeah' he said 'Amaris is fine.'