Good Omens: The Fallen Nephelim

Chapter 2

"Don't loose this one like thy sword. She is bound to the Angel Aziraphale and the Demon Crowley. I leave her in good hands".
-God

Crowley had read those words on the letter so many times it was hurting his eyes.

How? How is this possible? And why him?

"No".

He threw the note down and walked away. Aziraphale followed, trying to catch up as the demon was walking away.

"Crowley, you can't just say no"!

"Nope".

"Crowley"!

"No! I will not stand for this"!

Crowley didn't even want to do Armageddon. What makes God think he'll do this?

"Crowley, please! You can't leave me here with this child. I don't even know what to do"!

"What makes you think I do"?!

Aziraphale was about to open his mouth, but was interrupted by Crowley raising his hand to stop him. "And I swear, if you say anything about the Antichrist"!

The angel rolled his eyes, sighing in annoyance.

Crowley's hand was on the door, going to open but Aziraphale slammed it before it opened. Softly panting from having to rush himself to stop him.

"Crowley, please! I can't do this alone! God sends us this child and we don't know why"!

Crowley forced himself to look away, biting the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

When really, he's trying to avoid Aziraphale's puppy eye look.

"For all we know, this child is either another Antichrist, or something far worse"!

The demon growled, throwing his head as he walked off. Course Aziraphale followed, trying to keep him from leaving.

"Bad enough we have to look out for one another thinking an angel or demon can attack any second. How do we know if Heaven or Hell isn't gonna come after us to kill the bastard"?

"Language! There is a child present"!

"It's a damn baby, Aziraphale. It doesn't understand the english language".

Aziraphale huffed. Don't get him wrong, he was equally worried and just as upset as Crowley was. But, this was from the man upstairs.

Does God really trust them with such a task?

At this moment, he put aside Crowley's frustration and looked to the basket.

Odd that this child wasn't crying. Sleeping ever so soundly.
It filled the angel with great curiosity, making his feet move towards the basket.

He wanted to see her. See what makes her so special and what required him and Crowley to look after her.

There she was. Just a baby.
Sleeping soundly, bundled up in a light yellow blanket.

She looked so calm and peaceful.

Aziraphale had nothing against children. In his past he helped children many times. Whether they scrapped their knees or if they were in need of a gold coin for some bread to live another day.

".."
It was as if his instincts were coming too. As if this giant wave of responsibility overwhelmed him.
He carefully picked up the still sleeping child, cradling her in his arms.