Good Omens - You and I

Problems

Now you're wondering, who or what could have pushed Anatema Device, out during a storm to run to Soho and knock on the doors of an old bookstore, right at the stroke of midnight. I wish I could tell you, and I would like it very much, that the reason was a simple night outing and that, having arrived near the home of certain old acquaintances, she had opted for a quick greeting. I wish I could, but I don't. First because at the time the witch was in a deep state of trance, and second because she had never exchanged more than a few words and a car accident with our friends.

Another very important fact to know is that there is a certain prophecy, which was not found in the book of prophecies, and that Anathema had never read, at least not at the moment, and was hidden in the double bottom of a box currently containing the recipes of family cooking. The above secret prophecy was written in capital letters and reads as follows.

"THE ANGEL IS THE KEY. WHEN THE WORLD FALLS BEYOND ITSELF, ONLY THOSE WHO CREATED IT WILL BE ABLE TO RETURN IT"

In the small bookshop, the shots that the witch was inflicting at the door were threateningly rumbling. Inside Aziraphale and Crowley froze, the demon raised his eyes from his cup and the angel did the same with his book. For a long time they didn't move and then stand up in unison. One of them pushed the glasses even higher and the other upwards and pulled the waistcoat down, as if it could represent an armor. The angel walked towards the door and put his hand on the handle, he was blocked by Crowley who gestured frantically with the only result of not being understood. The only thing that the angel understood was to stand by, the demon turned around and found the book that looked bigger and heavier, stood at the side of the door and raised it above his head ready to descend it on anyone who threatened them. He made a decisive gesture and the angel opened the door.

What he saw, poor Aziraphale, made his skin crawl. Anatema was standing in the incessant rain, pale and rambling eyes completely white and estranged from the world. "um. . . what a pleasure it is to see you, my dear...Maybe... Uh....Would you like to come in?" she didn't receive any reply but the girl came in and sat on the first chair she saw.

What happened later reminded Crowley a lot of a human film, called The Exorcist, or something like that. The problem with the scene he was watching was, that it was much less fun than the aforementioned film.

They advanced uncertainly towards the girl who spoke without warning "Gentlemen, my name is Agnes Nutter. I'm here because something worse than the apocalypse is about to happen."

We are not given to know what Madame Nutter said exactly to our friends but one thing about the conversation is known. Apparently there was a hidden faction, which did not belong to either faction. This was not only determined to make the world disappear, but with great determination they had also thought of making hell and paradise and some galaxies here and there, disappear at their discretion. The fact is that they had been locked up in a parallel universe between life and death, and lately the accounts were missing some beings, and they also lacked an artifact not very nice, created by mistake by some human who had the power to do everything in the plan. The only happy thing among the tragic news that the witch brought was the division of this uncool object into three parts. One assigned to heaven, one to hell and one to earth. The witch gave these important revelations that seem futile compared to one that left our celestials somewhat tried.

"When reality breaks and hopes are lost, one of you will die"

All the time Aziraphale had been listening in silence, but this last revelation shook him in the depths, he was happy that that sad fate touched him since Agnes spoke of an angel. He couldn't imagine a world without Crowley, always so ready to adapt to the novelties of the various eras. A demon who couldn't actually do anything wrong. That he'd saved his "enemy" so many times he'd lost count. He looked at it with indescribable affection, with much more than just affection. He tried to imagine losing him at that precise moment and the thought was heartbreaking. What a cruelty to the universe that would have been.