Good Omens - You and I

Any Day - part II

Welcome back. If you're sure that you want to continue to discover the truth, however bizzarre it may semm to you, I invite you to pay attention, even more than you have maid so far depsite  what I am going to tell you, may sometimes be unpleasant. Now, let's start again from that very very dark corner of the world in London.

"We'll have to get smart, much smarter"; was the phrase that broke the silence of the filthy cellar.

At the entrance, a figure leaned heavily on a sort of stack of boxes. He wore a dark raincoat with his collar completely raised to cover half his face, while the rest was hidden by glasses with mirror lenses and a large cowboy hat. In that figure, it should be noted that everything seemed wrong, the bust was too small for the long arms that ended with huge gloved hands, while the legs were almost like animal's legs, short and stumpy. But the big mirrored glasses were there for a good reason. If you think that they were there to hide eyes, which we will call "diabolical", they were actually there to hide something that just wasn't there. Where the eye was supposed to be there was an empty, dark, shrunken cavity. The lenses of those glasses, however, reflected something much more interesting.

The surrounding environment was illuminated by a sort of blue aura, worryingly emanating from a little girl with long golden hair, who seemed frighteningly at ease in that situation. A situation that would have made anyone incredibly afraid. She wore a simple light dress that came just below her knee and smiled with disquieting serenity. She moved with grace and lightness towards man, or rather, the being at the door, and with resolution she said these simple words, which said between us, made the skin of all those present who were hiding in the dark background of the room.

"Yes, we will be, we already are, and we will be able to cleans the world of the scum that haunts it. This time, not even the factions will survive"

A strange sparkle passed through those eyes that seemed so enchanting. For a few moments the silence fell and was interrupted only by a rustle and a pop, accompanied by the appearance of a large oval that remained suspended in mid-air. This trembled, tilted and filled first with light and then with darkness revealing a passage to another world.

A few days later in Soho, a very sad angel, in a very nice cafeteria, was constantly stirring hot chocolate. Days had passed since the fight with Crowley and he hadn't seen or tolk whit he in days. Of course, if you're wondering, Aziraphale had already checked that the demon was still in town, and had already spied on him in his favorite bar, but he had not had the courage to talk to him. The small cafeteria was almost deserted, and there was almost nothing that could distract the angel from his thoughts, except for what he saw with the tail of his eye. A sudden movement to the opposite end of the room caught his attention. A little girl with golden hair sat down at her table and looked insistently at him. Their eyes met and on the face of the little one a big smile spread, she raised her hand and shook her with energy towards the incredulous angel.

Possible? That it was there? At that moment? That the imprisoned angel had been released? Chaos had broken out in our poor friend's head.

Aziraphale was shocked. Few know that among the fallen angels, one, and only one, was not driven out of paradise but sentenced to imprisonment. Shortly before the revolt began, he had left his side and tried to prevent his brothers and sisters from fallen. His crime had been considered minor and had been chaged among the stars, in a small constellation near Gallifrey, waiting for the big boss to decide that his punishment had been enough.

Time had stop in the cafeteria, the angel Risengard gracefully stood up, floated to Aziraphale's table and embraced him with all the affection he was capable of. Between us, the affection of this distinguished character it wasn't much, and the real reason for his imprisonment was not because of a minor crime, but because his crime was so horrible that he had to be kept away from anyone and everything. That is why God had confined him away from everything that had been created.