Good Omens - You and I

Hell I

We left our friends at the mercy of an important event. About one foot in hell and the other on earth. Now it's time to take them downstairs.

They took a deep breath and jumped over the opening. Their feet immediately plunged into a mud that smelled terribly. They were located in a desert corridor overlooked by numerous other tunnels from which came the most disparate sounds. The air in some places was hot and in others frosty, in both cases, it stank. Crowley gave out a loud sigh and simply said "Home sweet home", looked around carefully, raised an eyebrow and began to walk calmly without adding anything else. Where the air currents met the smell of mold was weaker saving a little who passed in those places. They could hear the sound of water dripping from the cracks in the walls and accumulating on the floor, at every step their shoes ended up more and more immersed, Aziraphale only hoped that sooner or later he would stop sinking to meet a floor and was careful not to touch anything so as not to dirty his immaculate dress.

It took Crowley a while to realise that he had kept his original appearance and the angel had done the same. He turned to him and raised an eyebrow with an inquisitorial expression, the angel smiled at him "Yes, forgive me my dear, I allowed myself to work a little miracle for our bodies" he smiled kindly, he seemed a little worried despite trying to stay calm. After all, the demon thought, he could only blame himself.

"Thank you and... welcome to hell" muttered the demon. On the walls of the corridor several passages opened but none of these had the same size, some were very small and others were nothing short of gigantic all but seemed to have the same degree of neglect studied.

"You! Witch! Do that thing... find that piece so we can get out of this crappy place!" suddenly shattered the demon making the witch jump. Anatema felt overwhelmed, raised her skirt with her hands and moved a few steps closer to the angel who smiled gently and placed a hand on her shoulder. Which the demon reacted to by starting to mumble about incomprehensible things. The lines of force were extremely powerful down there, Anathema could perceive them without any tool, she felt them vibrate and move like never before. "I can't do this here I need a circular room," said the girl. Crowley grunts, "We're in hell! Do you get it?! I can't just walk you around looking for things. Satisfy yourself! And hurry up!" hissed the demon. The witch immobilized herself, took off her glasses and waved them under the nose of the demon "You! Listen to me! My spell requires a circular room or I could end up finding the wrong object! I need a circular room and you're gonna take me there whether you like it or not!".

Aziraphale was impressed by the girl's tenacity and to the surprised expression of the demon he responded only by shrugging off. Crowley wanted to reply, he really wanted to tell her a couple of things but he held back, went crazy, turned around and started walking without adding anything, followed by the other two.

You have to understand that it's hard for an angel to be in hell. The negative aura and all that conspiracy and screaming tended to make the angel a little nervous. His nervousness included being silent, which was much more than rare, the momentary loss of appetite, which happened once every thousand years and only in the case of a very serious situation, and walking a lot. Yes, Aziraphale was not comfortable at all. "Crowley and if we met other... More demons?" he said, gulping hard and grabbing his friend's arm. The demon as soon as he felt the touch he stopped and looked at the hand of his angel and then his face worried.

The demon placed his hand on the angel's hand and looked him in the eyes, he felt a little flaming in his face. "You don't have to worry, I'll keep you safe," said the demon, and it immediately reassured the poor celestial who melted under his words. The witch was looking at them, her voice was lightened in a weak way but she had no reaction from the two, the second time she did it in a very noisy way, and the two broke off. From around the corner at the end of the corridor, they heard footsteps getting closer and closer and immediately a certain amount of panic was created in them. "What do we do?! What do we do Crolwey?!" said alarmed the angel in panic "Well I...I have an idea, it might not be pleasant but now it's what we need," said the demon, and on his face you depend on a diabolical grin. He snapped his fingers and his companions felt that something was wrong with them, their bodies were whistling and tearing, Aziraphale immediately understood that he had changed their shape. The witch was unprepared for what she saw, she flattened out against the wall when she saw what the others had become, only to realize shortly after her appearance had also changed. She, like the others, was now horrible, she looked like a small demon full of scars and with a stocky body, dirty and emitting unpleasant smells.

"This body is 6,000 years old! 6000! He's fragile! You can't just start modifying it without even asking!" the angel got angry jumping here and there. His skin was now greenish, he could hear the canines pressing against his lower lip and at every step he trampled on his new tail. The demon laughed "It was necessary... so that we could not be recognized", smiled, turned around and began to walk along the corridor giggling, they had changed shape just in time because from around the corner came out a demon that resembled very much a chameleon.

Crowley walked again, the two followed him clumsily moving under the new appearance, passed in a maze of tunnels more and more crowded, when they met someone simply ignored him and continue sent. At one point the corridor opened into a large circular hall that served as the main junction and was filled with demons of all shapes and sizes. Aziraphale felt almost bad, he didn't even want to imagine what would have happened if they had been discovered, he approached Crowley who simply looked at him and said "You are a demon you have nothing to fear among demons... try to behave more like... Well, here's... How..." and tried some comparisons "like you?" said the angel. "Exactly" said with a grin the demon who then made his way pushing everyone until he reached the center of the room. Anatema was brave and put himself at the centre of the room thanks to Crowley's unconventional methods. She showed an amulet and had it hanged in her hands. She closed his eyes and took a deep breath, began to recite the formula in a low voice. Some demons stopped curious to look at what she was doing just to escape quickly when they saw Crowley's eyes. The pendant was illuminated in the new hands of the witch and the light that emanated attracted much attention from the demons around them, some of whom were beginning to approach.

Suddenly an intermittent light turned on on the wall of the room and began to flash emitting a few sparks from time to time, accompanied by a loudspeaker that after a few shrill sounds communicated to all present that they should go immediately to the throne room of Beelzebub for a very important warning. Fortunately, the ad saved them from being discovered immediately. All the demons diligently headed for the widest tunnel of all. Aziraphale and Crowey exchanged a look of joy, if everyone went there they had time to look for the piece calmly and they would be able to stick their nose in many more places. That spark of joy was killed mercilessly by the words of Anathema, who held in her hands the amulet that now shone faintly.

"Guys... I think we have a problem..." she looked up at them and in a frightened voice said "we have to go in their direction too and I'm afraid the piece will be somewhere in that room". Crowley tore his eyes out and cursed. He went to great lengths. Aziraphale tried to calm him down, grabbed them both firmly and pushed them into the middle of the hellish crowd. As he walked for a moment, he felt like he was seeing a little blond haired girl walking through a tunnel. It couldn't be, and it was only his impression, some joke made by the stress of that moment, he said.

But that's exactly what he thought. An unexpected little demon had recently advanced between the ranks of Beelzebub and convinced him, making him believe they were all his ideas, that the throne room needed to be a bit modernized. On the other hand, even the officers of hell have to keep up with fashion and the times. All this had required that the throne be moved to the opposite side of the room and that new entrances be opened. See Risengard's plan as simple as it worked more than just fine. Yes, because the throne was moved out of the protective circle in which it had been inserted, and the infernal bureaucracy had not yet accepted the formation of a new protective circle. Which meant that the throne was unprotected and within everyone's reach. I forgot that on this throne are set a series of very curious objects ranging from the first spoon ever invented, a gun to a fragment of a mirror the most valuable piece that decorated the very top of the backrest.

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Love, El.