Good Omens - You and I

Heaven

His foot went into the void. In addition to the small door, surmounted by the word Exit, there was a void. There were clouds, lots of air, lots of light, natural light this time, but there was no floor. The two angels burst into a loud laugh when Crowley and took on a horrified expression when it began to fall. A girl's scream invaded the air but this only made the angels laugh louder. He saw the two figurines that were shrinking and bending in two by the laughter as he fell into the unknown. Newt closed his eyes and rolled his arms into the air as Crowley cursed him in the head and yelled at him to let him regain control. But Newt was panicked, and if there was anything he didn't do when he was in that state, he was definitely listening. He closed his eyes and prepared for the impact. Newt had his throat on fire, the scream had scratched his throat and the desperation of the moment did not allow him to breathe normally. When the air ran out in his lungs he realized that things were not as they were before. Around him the air was no longer lashing his face and the sensation of falling had vanished. With calm and fear the boy reopened one eye at a time. Ezekiel held him by the leg while he smiled amused him, Aziraphale dried his tears.

Crowley was furious, his ears were on fire, and his fists were shaking on his hips. Without adding a word, the demon regained control and hit the hand that was holding him hard, plunged to the ground and got back on his feet. Without warning, he went quickly to an undefined place, the only thing he wanted was to get as far away from them as possible. His ego was hurt almost irreparably. Step by step he realized that around him, or rather them, a noise suffused with paper and small thumps spread placidly. When he looked upwards, he saw angels sitting at their desks stamping sheets and closing drawers in peace. Walking slowly, he was soon overtaken by the two angels who spoke of the "good old days";. They reached a desk where an angel woman in full dress was writing by hand with an old ink feather. They stopped right in front of his desk and calmly rose to his level. The girl didn't even pretend to look at them, she wrote quickly on a piece of paper and with calculated slowness she put some stamps on it, then she pushed everything towards Aziraphale who wrote her signature all fluttering.

What happened next was pretty tough on the poor demon. "Prisoner delivery accepted, congratulations Mr. Aziraphale!" twittered the woman behind the desk while she smiled brightly. The cuffs appeared around the boy's dry wrists and the weights at the ends of the chain began to pull him slowly down until he knelt. His terrified look was nailed to the face of his angel, he made no sound, not a lament or a cry of protest, the dismay was too much. Her angel gave it all back with a honey-sweet smile and a gentle greeting from her hand. The air began to rarefy around him, the light disappeared as well as the rest around him, hands grabbed him and took him away. When he was thrown into the small cell, his sight returned and he was able to observe the miserable environment around him, to say the least. Inside that body nothing happened, New was panicked in a corner of his mind, while Crowley had closed in on himself with his pain. Was that really how it ended up between them? Did Aziraphale finally betray him to return to the good graces of heaven? Everything they'd been through together meant nothing? In the end it was fine like that, if it was what his angel needed to be happy, he would have given him this too. But if they wanted his skin, they would have had it at a high price. Now inside him he felt the pain turn into something else, even Newt in his corner felt it. They discussed it for a while and then they had a unanimous lighting that could perhaps make them run away from there. Now all they had to do was wait.

It was the cramps of hunger that woke him up, when he opened his eyes to the small cell he found it as horrible as a few hours before. The walls were of a strange grey, unhealthy that tended to green and were padded, while the floor was a simple slab of polished rock that once must have been beautiful, but now it was just striped by the various signs of the chains and dirty in a worrying way. The only furniture that was allowed to the small room was an immaculate white chair. That's all. Thinking about it, the angels had no need at all, so it was logical that there was nothing in that room.

A few hours passed and a pale angel finally showed up, like the chair in which the demon was sitting. Without so many pleasant things with a slight pop he made everyone move to another room extremely different from the previous one. This was a real office with a furnished desk, ornamental plants here and there, and documents organized on the shelves. Obviously everything was in the various shades of white and at most varied in shades of gray. The angel looked down on him for the last time and then walked out. They were left alone for another while until the door opened to reveal a platinum blonde curly head and a gentle smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I hope the chains are tightened to the right point" said Aziraphale amused. The angel carefully went around the table and sat on the upholstered armchair that wrapped him like a cloud. It took him exactly eight seconds to lose his temper. 8 seconds was the time Aziraphale took to sit at his desk and look at him. "How could you? YOU! How could you do this to me?! We fought together for centuries, dined hundreds of times at the same table and read your stupid books!" He grabbed the heavy pen holder and sent it to fly against the soft armchair, then bounced and shattered on the ground. The demon's eyes were crazy, the veins of the neck would have been visible even hundreds of meters away, his eyes could have incinerated the world. "Obviously, there's no reason to get worked up. You mean you don't recognize me as a cheap demon?" Suddenly the smile that appeared on the angel's vault revealed to him who was actually occupying that body.

Gabriel went into raptures by the dismayed expression that appeared on the face of the demon. His fingers snapped and the sleeping body of the archangel appeared in mid-air. Another light pop and regained possession of his body letting fall to the ground that of Aziraphale who collapsed like a rag doll. "That's much better, that body is so... so...human that it makes me feel sick, I didn't think that an angel could fall so low" he added extracting a bottle with a light inside from a pocket. "I am very disappointed with you Aziraphale, you could make big plans and instead here you are,"; he said bringing the bottle to eye level, the light faded a bit. His hands squeezed around the archangel's throat even before his body-mate could understand what had happened, Newt watched his hands upset under Crowley's control as they tightened with force, for a moment he too wanted nothing more than to twist the neck of that arrogant cockerel but as soon as he came back he persuaded the demon to let go while Gabriel's face was going crazy. "How..." the archangel was upset and in the grip of a crisis of nerves. "How dare you, you and your pathetic human being will suffer pains that no one has ever felt, I guarantee you! You will be damned..." he didn't stop swearing at them because while he was getting up Crowley grabbed the vase with the label that said "Greetings from Moses" and broke it on Gabriel's already proven head. Then he took the bottle from his hands and held it to himself, and he rushed to the exit door as quickly as possible. Between his hands the light became more and more intense as they moved away from the office under the eyes of bureaucrats very amazed. "Stupid Angel, how the hell did you get yourself stuck in here?" said the demon running with short breath to a hiding place.