Losing Many [DISCONTINUED]

Protecting Your Love

Aziraphale is in the bookshop reading his books as he normally does, crowley had left not too long ago to go home, and the night was fresh with rain. There upon the door comes a knock. "We're closed." aziraphale says loudly for the visitor to hear. But a few seconds later another knock is upon the door. "We're closed." aziraphale says again, and bit louder and more stern. But another knock echoes through the night. 

Aziraphale huffs and sets his book down roughly, mentally apologizing to it as he gets up and matches to the door. He swings it open. "I said we're closed, now please be as kind as to-" he stops. "O-oh my, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you!" He exclaims in worry. "Please come in, Gabriel."

So aziraphale invites Gabriel in. They had been on... better terms since the switch he and crowley did. Gabriel was coming to terms that he could no longer control aziraphale and they were even seeing eye to eye on few things. Very few things, but some nonetheless. So they sit in the back, each with a cup of fresh brewed tea in their hands. 

The conversation starts out civil. They exchange pleasantries and small talk before soon enough Gabriel clears his throat and sets his cup down, getting down to business. "Aziraphale, return with me to heaven" he says simply, causing aziraphale to nearly choke on his tea. 

"W-what? Gabriel, I though we had come to terms on this! I would stay on earth and you would let me!" He says frantically, hoping beyond all hope that Gabriel hadn't found out about the switch. And if he had, surely he told hell, which meant crowley might be facing a similar conversation that very moment. The thought filled home with dread.

"Yes, I remember." Gabriel replied. "However, we have come to find out about some... well, interesting news." Gabriel's says simply. Aziraphale gulps. 

"W-what news?" He asks, receiving a wave of Gabriel's hand as he dismisses the question. 

"None of your concern, I'm afraid. Though I will put, it would be in your best interest to return to heaven quietly and without fuss. " 

aziraphale gulps once more. Surely they didn't know about the switch, they had planned so carefully. He would just have to take a chance he supposes "n-no." He says determined. "I am not afraid of you anymore Gabriel, you can not treat me as you have in the past and expect me to sit here and take it! Now leave, I believe we ate quiet done here!" he says with a stern face as he sets his cup down with a loud jangle as he stands to stare down at Gabriel.

 You could see Gabriel's eyes widen and his blood vessels burst in anger as he stands abruptly, towering over aziraphale with a growl. "Do you not understand?! Hellfire Might not have worked on you, but we've done some research of our own, aziraphale. Don't think for a second we haven't found a way to rid us of you and your Boyfriend" he says angrily, saying the word boyfriend like it was poison on his tongue.

Aziraphale stumbles back in shock. What could they possibly have found? He worried for crowley, afraid that perhaps  hell was going after him as well. 

"S-so?!" Aziraphale says loudly. Louder than Gabriel has ever heard him speak. "Just because you might have a way to kill us, you think we'll back down and cower for you! W-we are sick of following orders! We would find a way to fight back!" Aziraphale yells, watching as Gabriel's face darkens with more anger. He suddenly feels like hes gone too far as Gabriel stomps closer to him, towering over him menacingly with a smirk and a much too devilish face to be on an angel.

 "Is that so, aziraphale? I guess well just have to see." He says as he snaps a finger and a hefty blade appears in his hand. He holds it carefully. "Do you know what this is, aziraphale?" He asks, to which aziraphale shakes his head, fear and determination fighting in his eyes. "This is a holy blade. Now normally they dont work on angels, but with you being able to survive hell fire, you know, like a demon would, we thought, well, maybe it would work on you somehow. Care to find out?" Gabriel brings the knife to Aziraphale's throat, placing it there gently as Aziraphale gulps.