Good Omens: The Fallen Nephelim

Chapter 1

It was just an hour before midnight. 
The Closed sign for Aziraphale's bookshop was handing at the window as he dimmed the lights just a tad bit. 

It was just the start of winter. A good time of year to be drinking his favorite beverage, hot cocoa. The thought of the sweet chocolate and fluffy half melted marshmallows swirling in his favorite angel mug made the soft angel smile happily. 

No thoughts of heaven or hell coming after them. 

It had been months now, and his worry had been slowly slipping away. Now his worry was more on his demon friend, Crowley who should be arriving soon. 

He sat at his desk, writing in a beautiful Victorian white leather journal of his thoughts. Or as you people would call, Diary. 
Flipping through the many pages, it seemed like they were getting close to its end. A spark of delight at the idea of soon purchasing another beautiful book to write in filled within him. 

So much that he didn't hear the soft click of his shop'd door, entering the snake demon, Crowley. 
His shoes tapping on the floor, getting louder along with his slight hum. 

Aziraphale gave a small smile, closing his journal to stand and greet his good friend. 

"Azzy"!~ 

Now, Aziraphale had only heard that name rarely a few times in his life. And it was only heard by Crowley when he was first stage drunk. 

"I see you already had some sips of your bourbon", he said. 

They didn't have a worry for thinking. They're supernatural entities after all. They can simply make themselves sober in seconds. 

"It's not that bad", the demon replied. 

After a soft chuckle, they both took their seats on a sofa. Aziraphale longed for his cocoa, but, when it came to Crowley, he knew the man didn't have a sweet tooth. But a sweet wine would be enough to convince. 

Demons do love their alcohol. 

Using his miracle snaps, he had two wine glasses and a bottle of Chateau Leoville Barton 1994 in his hands. 

"Pulling out a fancy one, are you"? 

Crowley chuckled, starting to slump in his seat as he took the glass from Aziraphale's hand. The angel happily opened the bottle and poured the sweet liquor into Crowley's glass before doing the same with his. 

"Only the best for our occasions of talk". 

It felt like the same every day. 

They hung around each other a lot more. Keeping an eye out for each other for any suspicions. Anything really. 

Days they didn't see one another, they always seemed to end up here, in the book shop and talking each others ears off.