•Good Omens Oneshots•

Alighted Darkness

~I would love to give credit to The_Reynolds_Pamphle for giving me this idea! I changed it and tweaked it but kept the general term. I hope it lives up to your expectations! Thanks again ;)~

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<"He's done nothing wrong! It's me you want!" I screamed in devastation as the angels took my friend away. My best friend, Aziraphale.

My angel struggled in their grasps as he stared at me with grief and fright.

Another angel appeared holding a pitcher filled with holy water by the looks of it.

"Take any step closer and not only will he be dead, you too," she threatened.

I sunk to my knees as they all left in a white flash. A sob escaped my lips as I lowered down to the floor. I screamed out and clutched at my hair.

"You bloody took him!" I yelled right up at the sky.

My head then sunk as my eyes watered and the world wavered as I felt hot tears run down my grief-stricken face.

I slowly stood and began to walk home, back to my apartment.

I took slow lumbering steps, my mind black and filled with an empty void. It only held thoughts of Aziraphale as I walked the whole way back.

I barely managed to close my door behind me before I sunk back down against it and pulled my knees up to my chest.

A small white card fluttered down right in front of me as I stared at it and took it into my grasp.

To my dear friend: I'm afraid we won't ever see each other. I'm sorry and farewell to you. From: The angel Aziraphale

I sniffed and crumpled the card in my fist as I let it burn and disintegrate in the palm of my hand.

I buried my face in my arms and sobbed.

My angel is gone.>

I let out a strangled cry as I jolted up from my couch. I was covered in sweat and was breathing raggedly in quick huffs.

I sat and leaned over as I rubbed at my eyes and held my face in my hands. I then stood and rushed to the bathroom where I stood in front of the mirror

I punched the glass and sunk back down, ignoring the splinters and webs of glass lining the newly damaged mirror.

"It was just a nightmare Crowley... only a bad nightmare..." I muttered to myself as I stared at my torn fist.

I then quickly stood back up and began pacing the apartment. Concern filling my head over Aziraphale. What if something was wrong with him? Was this nightmare actually true? Could it actually happen?

The whole night passed as the first signs of sunlight shone through the cracks in my blinds.

I was in mental hell. I was torn between my swirl of thoughts and emotions as I sat on the floor. I was curled up just across the entrance door clutching my head in my hands.

"Crowley?" Asked the voice of non-other than my friend.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held my head tighter, "It's not real," I mumbled.

"What happened?!" Exclaimed the concerned voice of the angel as I heard the onrush of footsteps.

A warm hand fell over my shoulder as I flinched and snapped my head up. It really was him, the angel kneeling down next to me with a fearful expression.

"You're here...?" I croaked.

"Of course!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, angel-" I huffed as I quickly leaned to hold him in a tight hug.

"It's alright now..." he soothed in a soft voice as he rubbed my back slowly.

I let go of our embrace and stared at him, "You died, they... they killed you," I stuttered.

"I am quite alive," he reassured with a small smile. "Why don't you head with me to my bookshop, we can have a nice drink and talk," suggested Aziraphale as he took my hand and helped me up to my feet.

I nodded slowly and we were off. Off with my angel.

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~Two whole oneshots in one day(or night...)! Both completed at 3am. I am on a role! Anyways, as I said... I'd change it up quite a bit, but I stuck to the general point. Sorry if it wasn't what you were imagining The_Reynolds_Pamphle ... 😬~