Aziraphale's orientation to hell was awful. It included a PowerPoint Presentation created by idiots who didn't have the darndest clue how to work any form of technology. They had added so many different transitions between each slide that Aziraphale started to get dizzy and almost passed out.
On top of that, it had been so long since an angel had fallen that they assumed he was a whole new level of evil, a new sort of foul, loathsome creature. Aziraphale was none of these things and didn't belong in hell in the slightest. Still, they wouldn't let him go up there yet, and he was trapped in the most ludicrous and disgusting place on, er, below, earth.
It was almost a month before he even saw a friendly face.
"Beezlebub! Oh, Lord Beezlebub!" Aziraphale called out, waving his hand frantically to get the demon's attention.
"Get away from me, scum," the demon said with a smirk. "You ain't worth my time and you know it."
"Please! I need to get back up to the surface. I could, er, do some real good up there! I mean bad! I could do some wonderfully bad things! Please, for old time's sake."
"Old timezzz? I don't even know who you are."
"It's me, Azira—" I choked on the name, like something wouldn't let me say my old name. I had been allowed some input in my new name, and I panicked and told people to call me Crawly. It was the only demonic name I could think of that wasn't in use anymore. "I'm Crawly, I suppose. But trust me, we know each other. Even if only in passing, I'm friends with—" He had been about to say Crowley's name, but he stopped himself. What would that mean for the demon then? It was doubtful Beezlebub would believe him, but what if he did? What did that mean for Crowley? "I, er, nevermind."
"What plans do you have for up there?" Beezlebub asked. "How would you help secure souls for our Master?"
Aziraphale fell back on Crowley's old hobby. "I could glue pennies to the pavement. That's quite demonic."
"That's pathetic. How does it get us souls?"
"Um, well, children get frustrated, and then they learn to grow up frustrated and get frustrated at other people and lash out and become quite nasty people," Aziraphale blabbed, making it up as he went.
"Pitiful. Bring me one good idea and I'll let you up there. For now, you stick down here, newbie."
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Aziraphale spent a good long time thinking, but he kept falling back on things Crowley had done, and they wouldn't let him back up there by just mimicking all the things Crowley had done.
He couldn't stay down there any longer, though. The demons were starting to realize he wasn't quite like the rest of him (it wasn't his fault he still liked to dress proper and keep up with his skincare routine!) and they had begun to use him as a bit of a punching bag.
He was starting to lose hope. Even if he could get back to Crowley, what then? Crowley wouldn't remember him.
He kept thinking back to that last moment the my shared together, Crowley kissing him softly before running off to make tea. He had never seen his demon so happy before. And stuck down here with his side, he understood why he never saw Crowley happy. There was always something nagging at him. If Aziraphale had known that would be the last time he would see Crowley, he would have held on and never let go.
But he wouldn't have wanted Crowley to see what happened next. His feathers turned black, stripped of his halo, all holiness drained from his body. The fall.
Everybody writes about the concept of Aziraphale falling, and everybody likes writing about Crowley worrying about it, but I guess everybody assumes Aziraphale is too good to fall. Welp, I'm gonna be that 1 writer to make him fall, and I am very very sorry but I promise you we'll have a happy ending!!
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Ineffable Omens (Crowley x Aziraphale)
FanfictionCrowley can't stand to be around Aziraphale anymore. It hurts too much to have the angel he loves deny his friendship. He can't stay just friends, so he has to find a way to end their friendship, but in doing so, he may have broken irreparable bonds.
