Run When the Raven Sings (Good Omens)

Something Evil - 1

Aziraphale was poshly sat at a park bench by a pond, sweetly licking his ice cream and watching various ducks screeching and fighting for innocent bystanders food. It was a chilly late autumn afternoon, crows cawing profusely and golden leave lightly scratching the pavement as they blew in the wind. 

Crowley had pretty much taken the other 2/3 of the bench by sprawling out onto the burning hot metal located directly in the sun. Although the metal burned his hand slightly, he didn't mind seeming as though he could have dissolved in the most painful way a demon could go- in fact one of the only ways a demon could go- holy water. 

The apocalypse had narrowly been averted only a six months ago and the dynamic duo seemed quite content, even after their near deaths.

Suddenly, Aziraphale arched his spine, nearly dropping his iced lolly onto the freshly cut grass, his eyes widened.

"What is it, angel?" Crowley looked over, his voice curious and slightly concerned. The apocalypse was over and heaven and hell were leaving them alone for the most part, what could possibly be his angel's problem?

Aziraphale kept his back straight, only looking at Crowley with his eyes and without turning his head. "Crowley... I sense a demon-" his voice was quiet and tense, almost like they were the ones caught spying.

"I'm right here angel-" Crowley snorted, turning away back at the pond.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes "Not you,  Crowley." He said sharply. Aziraphale refused to move, not even to turn his head at his best friend.

Crowley turned his head back around, slightly lowering his glasses at the angel before him, revealing his own snakey eyes.

"Found it.." Aziraphale mumbled quietly, nodding his head to a nearby tree.

Crowley sighed "Do you honestly think a demon would feel dignified in becoming a literal fucking tree-"

Aziraphale huffed, early annoyed "Well I certainly apologize for not being able to pinpoint the exact location of an evil being-" Aziraphale chuckled to himself "After all, you're the only demon I've met who's-" Crowley shot Aziraphale a glare, almost daring him to continue his sentence as the wind softly caressed their hair, making it stand on end. "-not... particularly..." Aziraphale began, failing to find the words.

Aziraphale's struggle was put to rest, much to his relief and dismay as a loud  rustling came from the very tree the boys were toiling over. 

Crowley scoffed "Watch this, Angel." He quickly shifted into his snake form

"Crowley, you can't just-" Aziraphale was interrupted by Crowley slithering away and up the tree. 

What came next was a sight to behold, a sudden loud shriek of what seemed subhuman emitted from the tree, causing many passerby's a great fright. Crowley then slithered down the tree, and a proud snake he was, for he had managed to catch a raven which had since gone limp. Crowley, being a shapeshifting demon m, had the power to control the amount and strength of his venom  when he became a snake. Obviously this wouldn't kill a demon, but simply discorporate them if taken in large concentrated doses. Crowley had diluted the poison in his fangs to simply knock the suspected demon out, because he wanted to have fun with them later. Just to get back at Hell for bothering him again.

People yelled  and ran all different directions once they saw the ferocious snake slink by in the grass.

"Crowley..." Aziraphale was shocked as the demon appeared in human form next to the angel, holding what looked like a dead raven in his hand. "You can't just do that in front  of humans they- they- panic."   Aziraphale  groaned, shaking his head.

"I quite enjoy watching them helplessly run- it's quite entertaining to watch, don't you think?" Crowley snickered. Aziraphale merely sighed in response. 

"Here, let me make it up to you- after we take care of this son of a bitch I'll take you out to dinner  at the Ritz." Crowley offered, he hated when his angel was truly annoyed with him.

Aziraphale looked up and couldn't help but grin at the demon looming over him, as much as disliked seemingly admitting defeat like this, he always was happy at the thought of spending time with his demon- be it a fancy dinner at the Ritz or simply lounging around the bookshop. "Alright- but no more snakey antics!"!

"I make no promises-" Crowley smirked, helping the angel to his feet as they started back to the bookshop.