Good Omens - You and I

Plans A

Aziraphale woke up to the sound of a crash so loudly that it made the windows of the bedroom tremble. He sat down and ajarred his eyes in the sunlight that filtered through the shutters. He felt slightly disoriented by all that sleep. He looked at the electronic alarm clock on the small cabinet next to the bed and was not surprised by that feeling. They had slept a whole day, but all those miracles were exhausting and had to rest, but they had lost precious time. The crash was repeated even more strongly bringing it back to reality altogether. "Crowley! Crowley! What's going on?" He screamed as he walked out of the room with the air in his hand. He rushed into the living room where he found the screaming demon looking out of the entrance peephole. "Come on, let's go! That's all you guys can do..." Aziraphale drove his hands off his ears so as not to hear the swearing words that the experienced demon screamed non-stop one after the other, while the blows increased in intensity.

"Angel, we have guests! It seems that someone didn't have a good time with the joke we played!" grinned the demon and let the angel look at it. The poor celestial paled. Outside the door, Hastur was angry dead. With a battering ram he and 4 other demons were trying to break down the front door of the apartment. The determination on his face was something he'd never seen before. It was a mixture of hate and resentment dating back hundreds of years. About as long as the offices had started to prefer Crowley to him. He was determined to knock that door down and he could. "Once again! We're almost there! This is the den of the traitor and we will catch him!" he was screaming like a mantra for ten minutes now and even the poor armored door began to suffer both for the blows and for the unwelcome presence. Crowley had changed his clothes and was thinking about how to get rid of them. He grabbed a hand through his hair and put his glasses on his nose. "Angel the door will not hold much longer and they swept away the demonic seals I had put on, I felt them weaken and disappear this morning at dawn and then they arrived" he took a step towards the angel and watched him carefully, he was rested this was good. He was still wearing his pajamas, it was the first time he'd seen him dressed like this. He looked like he was wearing a costume, but after all he was cute... he thought the demon while his angel turned back and forth looking for something to use as a weapon... and he also made him a good side. There she is! The winning idea. If there was one thing that could put Hastur and his demons to flight, it was the fear of ending up in disunity or worse, of disappearing forever.

Aziraphale was determined to find a weapon. In his head the blows were only a slight background and little mattered to him that the door collapsed. He just wanted time to find something to fight with. He moved his crooked gaze through the living room, holding various objects that he then put back in place. He didn't even seem to hear his demon talking. Finally, he held something satisfying. He had found the fireplace poker, it was made of wrought iron so heavy and resistant. That was great. Yes, no one would have hurt or taken away his demon once again, he would have protected him at the cost of living. He lifted his face to observe his demon and found him in front of him.

Crowley stretched out his hand and passed it through the angel's hair, putting it back a little."Angel are you listening to me?" said the cautious demon, and then laid his hands on his shoulders. They looked each other in the eyes for a moment and Aziraphale sighed, would he ever have the courage to tell Crowley of his feelings? The poor demon interpreted that sound as something not very positive and immediately dropped his arms along his hips and moved quickly towards the center of the room. The angel tried to speak, but stopped, shook his head to drive away those thoughts and focused on the words of the demon, who apparently had a plan.

Well, my dears, I will use the words of our angel to describe the plan he heard "Crowley, my dear, this plan is like a well done crepes! It could really work!" were words spoken by someone enthusiastic. In the meantime, I'd like to take you with me to take a look at what was going on outside that building. Well... Actually, what happened just before. I consider it more important because a certain wicked man had had a vision during the night, and to be honest, he didn't like it very much. As you know, even if this is very rare, some angels may manifest what they call special qualities. Risengard's was quite unique and had only manifested itself twice before. This was the third one and it happened without warning.

His body had really perfect similarities to go unnoticed among people. Between the tumultuous districts of London, between the clashes and quarrels, nobody even imagined to blame a sweet girl. He stood effortlessly in the air and went to sit on the statue of a church gargoyle. From there the view was really excellent. He saw the aura of the dear London become darker and more terrifying every minute that passed and felt the energy of the portal expand. About that, he absolutely had to take possession of the buildings near its base. There were now too many creatures coming out of the portal for the six-storey building, where every room was filled with monsters. At first they were not part of the plan but he imagined that they would discover his presence sooner or later and he had to protect himself. He felt so good out there, closed his eyes and took a breath of fresh air. She was full of anger. The anger of the Londoners who in those months had grown and spread like wildfire. He just didn't understand what Aziraphale found in those beings, so small and greedy, always ready to fight with each other. Right below him, the door of the church opened and a nun came out, fighting animatedly with a small, bald and all-curved priest. The argument soon degenerated and passers-by called the police to quell it. Risengard smiled, and it was really terrifying. If his quarrels also happened in consecrated land, it meant that he was doing his job well.

Meanwhile, the sun was setting on the horizon and it was decided to return to the lair. His trusty Miro and his assistants had put their hands to the building and had made sure that the aura of his boss could be released inside without being revealed from outside. In fact, as soon as the little girl set foot in the building, the walls trembled and groaned under the shock wave that emanated from her body. It was scary. Even her dearest friend feared her by now. His powers were wider than ever before. The powers that the fragment gave her were from another world. The beasts in the building as he passed by withdrew, literally frightened of the demons he had with him, stopped breathing. When she arrived in front of the portal, she stared at the darkness. She didn't even think about whats he was doing. She simply stretched his fingers and touched the darkness with peace of mind. The vision came in a second, overwhelmed her and made her twist on the ground in the grip of spasms. She saw the angel and the demon holding hands in front of her who had the complete mirror in her hands. Something was wrong. The fragments of image that she saw afterwards always saw the two together holding the fragments of the mirror in their hands and leading over her. Then she saw the darkness.

Two powerful hands lifted her off the floor and cradled her for a moment before finally putting her back on her feet "What have you seen Risengard?" Miro asked with kindness even if his worry was apparent from his voice. "problems, that's what. I need to separate those two. They're starting to bother me."

He sent Miro back to the underworld and arranged to put a flea in Beelzebub's ear. The angry king of hell came "alone" to the conclusion that Crowley was to blame for his new mockery. By now he had made him the laughing stock of all and even the demons of the lowest level were now giggling behind him, but for that problem the solution was to have them executed for treason. Beelzebub tapped his fingers on his new throne and thought he should send someone to kill Crowley, but he needed someone to hate him at least as much as he did. The flies all waved around him when a terrible smile appeared on his face. "Call me Duke Hastur! Now!" screamed out to his subjects. Shortly afterwards the demon came with a short breath and began to flatter his king between bows and meaningless words. He was silenced with a quick gesture of hand and brought closer to the throne. 

"Hastur, my most trustworthy infernal duke..." the king began calmly from his throne, "the time has come for you to show me your worth, I give you the task of capturing and executing the traitor Crowley" he said with determination. The duke opened his eyes incredulous  "My king ... I do not think ... in short, his home is... is well defended and..." muttered the demon trying to compose a sentence that did not make him seem too cowardly. The king, in response, went mad and yelled with all his breath in his throat, "Do you dare to contradict me? You will go as you were ordered to without making a fuss and you will bring me the news of his departure! I made my point!" Hastur was left in silence, his king had spoken and was visibly altered, so that the veins on his neck and forehead were visible in a worrying way, to the point that some present wondered if his head would explode.