The Princess of Hell, She Isn't All Bad. Good Omens AU

Chapter 2 - The Memory

I got into the lift and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. I get into my home and sit down on the sofa. I take my shoes and hoodie off and take the books out of the bag, place them on the table and take the top book from the pile.
'Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone'. I sit and read, basking in the silence. It was always noisy in Hell. I finished the book in one sitting. I smiled to myself as I look up at the clock. It was 10PM. I felt my stomach rumble, what on earth does that mean? I wondered. I shrugged and picked up the second book and read. By sunrise I had finished the third book. My stomach was still making that awful sound. I glanced at the clock again and it was 6am.

I yawned and walked to the bathroom, I only knew what it was because hell we have a bathtub, used for dousing demons who've been sentenced to death by holy water. I walked to the tub, put the plug in and turned the taps on. I checked how the water felt, it was too cold so I turned the cold tap off and got undressed. I climbed into the bath and sat down. Once the bath was warm enough, I turned the tap off with my foot and put my head back in the water. I dozed off in no time.

When I woke the water was cold, so I hopped out of the bath and wrapped myself in the bright pink fluffy dressing gown, which was hanging on a rack. I padded through into my bedroom and slipped the dressing gown off. I found a mirror and gazed at my naked form. I look at myself for a while. I look really small. I'm not much taller than 5ft and I'm really slim. I'd like to be a bit curvier.
I go to my clothes room.
"I wonder what this is called?" I say out loud.
'It's a wardrobe, you have a walk in wardrobe.' The voice in my head tells me.
"What in the world was that?"
'I am you.' It told me.
"Erm, right. Why haven't I heard you before? Why can I hear you now."
'I am your angel half, in Hell I was suppressed and your demon half was allowed control.' It said and I finally recognized it as my own voice. 'We know lots of things, it's in our genes. But nobody has taught us to use either our light or dark powers properly.'
"Do you need to be this weird inner monologue?"
'No, close your eyes and open your heart and both halves of us will merge'
"Right," I breathed. I closed my eyes. "Open my heart, what does that even mean?" I thought hard for a while.

Then it came to me. Open my heart. For my whole life, I've hated the angel who gave birth to me. But whenever my father spoke about her, his eyes lit up. Much like they did when he spoke about me. Love. He loved her. But, did she love him? Did she love me? Why would she leave me if she loved me?

Suddenly remember her, she was being dragged away by 2 white winged men. Angels. I heard my father screaming her name 'Michael' over and over while he held me, there was another angel standing between us and mother, with a jug of what I can only assume was Holy Water. Ready to douse us. She didn't leave me. She was taken from us. I felt a warm sensation flush my whole body.
"Whoa" I sighed.

I quickly grabbed a white dress and slipped it on, I grabbed a pair of sensible, flat white shoes, shoved my feet in them. I grabbed a small black bag with a long chain and put it over my shoulder. I ran into the living room and grabbed my keys and bank card, quickly putting them in my bag and run to the lift. I jabbed the button and waited for the lift to descend. As soon as I hit the street I started running, I retraced my steps and found my way back to the angel's bookshop.

I barged into the shop and the door made a huge bang. Aziraphale came rushing in from the back room looking frightened. His face softened as soon as he saw I was stood there, sweating and panting heavily.
"My dear, what ever is wrong?" He asked swooping towards me.
"I-I had a m-m-memory about my mother" I sobbed dropping to the floor, my knees collided with the hardwood floor hard.
The angel scooped me up into his arms and took me to the back room. He placed me gently on a sofa and sat next to me. He wiped my tears and took one of my hands in both of his.
"Tell me, what did you see?" He asked in a silky voice.
I explained everything I had seen, he just frowned and nodded. Only after I'd finished he spoke.
"Right, I dont know if I should be telling you this. But you deserve to know." He sighed. "Before your father fell, he and your mother were together. She seems to have stayed willingly after she finished her mission. He told everybody that he was holding her prisoner. Maybe because your father didn't want to be the reason her her downfall. Then after you were born, apparently send a rescue mission." He said softly.