The Divine Demon (Good Omens, Crowley x OC)

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Note: the picture above is what Ava's hair looks like :)

Crowley
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

I didn't expect to see her sitting there when I walked into Aziraphale's bookshop. When I laid my eyes on her, I swore I could have fainted right there.

Everything about her looks wise, is beautiful. Her hair was such a unique color: Brown with blonde highlights and small streaks of red at the top. Her eyes were a peculiar shade of blue that seems to be hiding something behind them. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. She looked to be at least twenty-one years old.

What the hell? I'm a demon. A demon. Demons don't feel this way. Demons don't develop feelings, especially for some random mortal who I looked at once. Head Office would not be pleased. Good thing I cut all ties with those idiots.

On the other hand, they can't touch me. After my best friend and I stopped the end of the world, we tricked both Heaven and Hell into leaving us alone by switching places when they tried to kill us with Holy Water and Hell Fire. I took a lovely Fire shower in Heaven, and Aziraphale took a relaxing Holy Water bath in Hell. We were disguised as one another, of course.

Both sides decided to leave us alone after that. So why should they care how I feel about a mortal? It's not any of their business anymore. I'm allowed to feel how I want.

It's still unnatural for a demon to feel like this. It's wrong, but it feels right. Who am I kidding? I looked at her once.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Aziraphale shouting something about a pedestrian, and something he forgot at his shop. I swerved around the idiot who decided to walk in the middle of the road. I almost crashed my Bentley into Satan knows what.

I took my eyes off the road to look at him and sighed in annoyance. "You bloody idiot. I'm not turning this damn car around so that you can go get your fucking coupon."

"Watch out!" A female voice shouted from the backseat. I forgot about Ava for a couple of minutes. Good, a voice in my head said. Ava spoke again, this time shouting at me, "Dude! You're going to kill someone!"

Aziraphale tried to calm the girl in the backseat. "Don't mind him. This is how he's been driving since 1920-" I slammed on the breaks and pulled over. Dammit, Aziraphale. I shot him a look that said "For someone as smart as you, you can be an idiot sometimes."

Ava's facial expression went from terrified to confused in a matter of seconds. "1920?" She tilted her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows. She look's cute like that.

Shut up, Crowley.

The Angel's eyes were wide. He had no clue what to do. "I-I think I'm going to go and get that coupon now." Without thinking, he snapped his fingers and bam he was gone. Are you kidding me?

Ava's jaw is on the floor, and Aziraphale left me of all people to explain this to her.

Where do I even start? Oh, yeah, I'm a demon, and he's an angel, we've been alive for over six thousand years, I have snake eyes, and we both have wings. How the bloody hell do I explain that?

I need to stop time. I snapped my fingers, and I looked around to see whiteness surrounding me. Aziraphale appeared.

"Angel, what the fuck was that?!" I shouted.

He threw his head back. "I don't know! I wasn't thinking! I'm sorry!" He whined.

"Oh, really? You don't fucking say!" There are so many things I could say to him, so many rude, vulgar, disrespectful words I could throw at him. Instead, I kept my cool and snapped my fingers again to start time.

Ava looked at me with wide blue eyes. "W-w-where did he go?! He was just here!"

I tried to remain calm. "Uh, yeah, listen about that..."

She interrupted me. "What the fuck! He just left! He disappeared into thin air!" Her voice keeps getting louder.

I don't think explaining will do any good. So, I did the only thing I was good at. I erased Ava's memory of the past 10 minutes. I waved my hand over her forehead, and her eyes fluttered closed. She fell back into the seat. Her lips parted slightly. I couldn't help but stare. I made myself promise that I would ignore and suppress these feelings after I stared at her one last time.

I turned away and shook my head. Right, back to being a demon who doesn't have feelings for a mortal.

I sat there in silence and listened to Queen to keep me entertained while I waited for Aziraphale to come back. I'm so pissed at him.

A soft groan came from the back seat. I put out the fire and turned around. Ava is awake, and she still looked confused.

She rubbed her eyes longer than I think she should have. "You fell asleep after we pulled over so Aziraphale could go back to the shop and get something." I lied.

Her hands moved away from her eyes, but her right hand quickly moved back to her right eye, covering it. She looked panicked.

"I need to go to the bathroom." She quickly said. I looked out the car window and noticed I'm parked next to a café. I pointed, and she climbed out of the car and rushed into the hole in the wall place.

I found myself following behind her. I don't know why. I stood outside the bathroom door, waiting for her. I could hear quiet sobs coming from the bathroom. It took all my strength to not go in there and comfort her. That's not what demons do.

To keep my mind off of her, I messed with the people in the café. I made all of their drinks scalding hot and replaced the food with plastic versions. I saw a teenage boy there, and tempted him with the pretty older girls wearing the revealing clothes at the table next to him. It's fun being evil.

Ava
This can't be happening. I don't have a backup. This cannot be happening. In the car, my right contact fell out when I rubbed my eyes. No big deal, right?

Wrong.

It's not that I have poor vision. I can see perfectly clear, I don't need glasses or prescription contacts. I cover my real eyes up with blue contacts. My parents never could explain to me why my eyes are the way they are. The doctors couldn't explain it either. We would have to switch eye doctors every time because none of them remembered my eyes. It's like every time they looked into my real eyes, they never remembered them the next day.

I sobbed. I hate my eyes. I wish I knew why I had these eyes. I wish I was normal. I had no backup contact to put in. My tears pushed the left one out of my eye. I gathered up the courage to look at myself in the mirror with my real eyes.

The color is okay. I like the green. The part I absolutely hate is the snake eyes. I have the eyes of a snake.