Good Omens - You and I

Body

Gabriel studied him in silence, the only thing that showed an emotion was his fierce grin. But what that expression showed was, in part, satisfaction. At last he saw them already receiving the punishments they deserved, for once the order would be respected. What he did not foresee, however, was what was happening a few clouds later on.His fingers worked quickly on the celestial codes that chained the body of the angel Aziraphale, pianist fingers. She never knew the meaning of those words, but she was sure it was something positive. A little angel girl all curly and pianist's fingers was so that the other angels saw her, but under that golden hair there was a sharp little head. Every once in a while God would miss the time when his children were little, so he would create some little angels here and there. And then she would become more busy than before and twice as stressed between the parallel universes and the children. Having said that, one day she had created Stria... Over the centuries, she had been a naughty little rascal who ran away with her feet up when she played tricks on the newest bureaucrats, and ran to regain herself in the arms of Raphael or Aziraphale, depending on which of the two was closer. She understood what it meant to reciprocate, and now she would do so in a big way. As soon as she heard the soul appear on her radar, she hoped that her two angels would come home and peek at what was happening from the top of a cloud. It was time to act. In short, she thought the little one, you get what you give, and now the two angels were about to receive all the help they had given, with interest.The codes revolved in the air around the floating body and gradually dissolved. There was only one left to dissolve, and it was the most difficult. The code had as its key something that Gabriel loved and only he knew what it was. For the latter he had three attempts at his disposal and with each wrong attempt the body would suffer damage. The first attempt was Gabriel and the second was God. The second attempt triggered the time mechanism and made flames appear. The more the ticks increased the more the flames rose towards the body, causing a delicate smell of burning to spread through the air. That little head thought that his friends would end up in hell with no chance of returning accompanied by the smell of roast chicken. That's it, divine enlightenment. Downstairs there were not only flames, there were also demons and one in particular had been mentioned by the archangel in recent times. Beelzebub. The body crashed to the ground with a gelatinous sound and remained there. The last ring had broken just mind the tips of the shoes of Aziraphale began to smoke.The archangel advanced, one terrible step after another, while demon and human tried to find a plan to escape the worst, as always. The door behind the archangel creaked threateningly and all around them the others, once white, became darker and darker. "I demand order!" he said as he advanced further, as darkness took over everything. By now all the light seemed to have fled away, as frightened as they were by those who were advancing. Newt and Crowley continued to retreat in panic without a way out. All the doors they tried to open were sealed, if you could hear growling and other noises coming from behind them before, now the most disarming silence reigned. They turned again, grabbed the nearest handle and pulled it with all the force available, which must be admittedly remarkable. Desperation sometimes found a new force, and it was that force that made the handle come off the door. The deaf thud that followed was that of Newt's butt touching the floor, and that of a low, amused laughter. The laughter ended as it had begun in nothingness, the hooked hand wrapped itself around Newt's thin neck and lifted him off the floor effortlessly, while the latter attempted to strike his assailant unnecessarily with a torn handle. The thought that Newt had was "It smells like chicken" followed by "this can't be my last thought before I die! Inside the boy, the demon tried to perform a demonic miracle but the dark forces were too weak up there. At that moment, darkness fell, or almost did. A thin gleam of light filtered through the exit behind them, and slowly it stretched into the corridor.

Aziraphale's body smashed through the door and tore it from its hinges, bringing in new light and an air that tasted a little like roast chicken. A comet with hair so light blond that it was almost white, flew through the air and dragged all the spectators towards a ruinous landing. "You're welcome" followed by a giggle and a tiny figure waving goodbye were the only explanations. Crowley took control between expletives, stood up, stepped on Gabriel at a certain sensitive point, and opened the vase as he lunged at his angel's body. It only took a moment for the light to shine on him, and he hurled himself into those clothes, and into those bones he called home.

"It's about time, I'm starting to get claustrophobic, will you help me, my darling?" Before long, the demon reached out his angel's hand and helped him to get up and fast as the light went away. The angel, who had just returned to his body, looked at the marks on his beloved's neck and his expression kept changing until it became glacial. Crowley knew that Aziraphale was a pacifist, but he also knew that if necessary he could destroy anyone without effort and that look was just what he had known long before. Newt's human body didn't see exactly what happened but heard the same noise as when a stone is broken, a series of thunder and then a hole in the floor. From the crater hung a strip of cloth, strangely similar to the jacket worn by the now disappeared archangel, and a few drops of blood accompanied the painting. On the edge of the abyss a very sad Aziraphale sat, leaving his legs dangling in the void, his wings spread out trembling from time to time. It had all been incredibly fast."I shouldn't have, I got caught up in the excitement, but stealing someone's body is serious, even trying to kill them is serious. I'll have to apologize when Gabriel returns," I sighed resigned. Newt and Crowley were upset, the boy was happy he wasn't dead, while Crowley was sad. Aziraphale's actions showed when this whole thing scared him, the attack was his last defense.The crystal clear laughter caught everyone's attention, the white wings brushed against their faces and then closed around Aziraphale. A little girl angel held her arms around his neck, "I missed you Azi, you've been away for so long" the angel's eyes were filled with pure affection. She remembered perfectly the happy moments she had spent in heaven and she remembered the moments she had spent with the creature she was holding. "Not everyone here thinks like Gabriel, but we must obey because he is the archangel... But that doesn't mean that help to those who serve can't be given," smiled the little angel, "now you must hurry up and leave.Aziraphale stood up a little clumsy and settled down in his jacket and pappilon as he greeted his savior who flew out the door, disappearing as she had arrived. "You see, when everyone says that youth is bad, they're wrong, it's we adults who have to train the youth of this world," he said all strutting his stuff. He walked up to his demon and smiled, "Come on, Crowley, we have a plan to stick to, now is not the time to be snippy. As if nothing had happened, he walked towards the exit without waiting for them to follow him and headed for the escalators that had appeared not far away. Crowley in the back of Netw's mind was in shock, last... Well before the apocalypse, he had almost been killed several times, usually alternating between heaven and hell, and it all happened so fast that sometimes he didn't even have time to do it, but maybe this time it wasn't for the new and freshly attempted murder but for the sight of that little angel. The fall had hurt but never as much as seeing his little girl again. He was one of the little angels he preferred in absolute and the closest father-daughter relationship he had ever had. Now the memories struck him one after the other leaving him helpless and silent as the new stairway there carried him through perfectly white clouds.*******Hi, everybody. I'm very sorry if I don't publish more regularly but I try to write as soon as I have some time out of college. I will try to start a thorough review of the chapters.See you soon, El.