Good Omens - You and I

Plan B

For weeks London was boiling, the city was once silent, now it was corroded by screams and horrific noises. Even the most rural areas were beginning to be the site of new riots that generated new anger and new frustration. London was a dog biting its own tail. It all revolved around the fragment of a mirror that hid in the darkness below the city without being noticed, or at least it was what they tried to keep hidden Risengard and Miro, although it became increasingly difficult. By now the power accumulated and entered with an endless current in the dark basement where it resided, every moment that passed became more and more difficult to keep secret even the presence of the monstrous horde. It was not only this that remained hidden in the shadows, but also Risengard had almost returned to his old power and was becoming more and more frightening. The demons infested the city for him and gradually began to infiltrate even hell where, without anyone knowing, the former angel was already commanding.

Aziraphale had fallen into total silence. Slowly he put his precious volumes back in their place and ignored all those around him, the enthusiasm of just before had vanished into total nothingness. In his mind he continued to see the moment when they would enter paradise, then he imagined Gabriel face to face with Crowley. Insecurity made its way into his head. What if this time it went wrong? The angel shook his head from the blond hedgehogs with force, his demon would not set foot in heaven now nor ever, and then it was sacred land where he could not set foot, he had to devise a way to go alone. He didn't care if he could do it together anymore. He wanted to do it alone.

The fact that heaven was sacred earth had not only crossed his mind but also that of Crowley. He wanted to find a new way not to suffer like the last time there had been and not to be recognized. The makeup of the new body worked with demons but he doubted that he would be able to do it under the nose even to the angels. He continued to pass his tongue on his lips as he drank calmly the new glass of wine that had appeared in his hand. From the back of the room, Aziraphale was mesmerized by that movement. For a few seconds he couldn't get his eyes off the demon, he imagined confessing his feelings at that very moment, without waiting a second longer, this time they could really run away together and. . . The awakening from his fantasies came like a slap in the face. "Well you could own me, couldn't you?" The sound five that pervaded the air was derived from the impact of the hands between Newt and Crowley. The boy had proposed himself as a container so that Crowley could go to heaven without taking any risks. This had caused a great deal of enthusiasm in the demon, a certain amount of consensus in Anathema and the most complete despair in Aziraphale.

The angel held to himself the last volumes he held as if they were the last lifeboat of the Titanc, on his face a terrified expression had taken possession of every millimeter of pink skin. "No! Crowley won't come to heaven with me! The danger is too great, think about it ahead my dears, if Gabriel and he met what would happen? If you were discovered Newt, you'd be sent straight to the underworld without a chance to return and you Crowley, you'd be destroyed forever." The conviction with which he had spoken and the accent of despair had made the demon unable to think, but there was no need for it because Newt as little as he understood the whole thing was determined to assert himself, at least this time.

"Sir... Ange... Aziraphale listen to me, I know what are the thoughts that are created in your brain at the moment. They're the same ones I had when I left Anatema in your hands and then in hell. What if it goes wrong? What if I lose everything? Can I do it myself?" Newt had never spoken so directly with him, if outside he seemed calm, inside he felt faint, his brain was trying to decide whether to stay attached to the present or turn off completely and fortunately he decides to continue. For once in his life it was his turn to instill courage in someone else, he felt like one of the characters of his beloved comics, he felt like the worthy owner of his car. And in the end, helping them meant helping his sweet Anathema. "Alone we can not do it yourself said, if we really have to take these damn pieces, so that everyone is safe then we will do it together. And you two will go to heaven together and come back here together, no one will lose, no one can guarantee it because I'll be with you!" Anatema looked at him in shock, if all the pain that had struck her while she was with Rose had left her in pieces now the words of the boy gave her new vigor. Newt was always so clumsy and head in the clouds, but the events of those days began to change his mind and to give birth to someone who did not stop from adversity. Anatema saw her aura magnify and become as bright as the sun. That was her new Newt where love grew every moment.