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Aziraphale missed the ground beneath his feet. As he fell, everything took a twisted angle, everything but the smiles of his saviors, which for a moment were all he could see, then I heard a scream and everything disappeared. The clouds of heaven disappeared, he was enveloped in darkness for a few moments and then the London sky appeared. He felt suddenly emptied, emotionally, because still as always, he had risked everything and had had a close encounter with paradise, physically because he felt his spots tested, his humanity put to the test. When he had struck Gabriel he had felt a touch of burning joy. He had repressed it quickly and hidden it like the most terrible of secrets, but he knew that he was still there, lurking, ready to mix with the satisfaction that the memory of that moment gave him. But such a feeling could not exist in him, it was a frost after all, at least he thought he still was, even though he did not know for how much longer.It was dawn again. Another day on earth. He landed in the cottage garden and collapsed on his knees. He breathed in the morning air, it wasn't over yet, there was still work to be done. He finished his thoughts and realized he was standing before him. Anathema, but not the usual one, it was something more, something beyond human."Or the despair that strength can give" was exactly what he told her, the girl must have cast a spell on her Newt to keep an eye on him and now she felt it slowly fade away. She felt life fade away. The aura that emanated was pure magic, electricity that spread by touching everything around her, it was also light. She reached out her hand and the lifeless body in the arms of the angel lifted in midair, the witch turned and walked towards the entrance, with her body advanced, crossed the threshold and stood in the middle of the pentacle that stands out to anchor on the wooden floor. The angel entered the room just as her last breath left the human body of her beloved. Inside him something broke.The scream that left the girl was heartbreaking. I couldn't stop her or tried, the witch cast the spell, the earth stopped turning, time stopped and both of them in the room revealed their true nature. The witch had completely debated her powers, and had taken on a new form, divine, damned magnificent and terrible, it was the form of life and death. These are the witches are all that lives and all that dies, centuries and centuries of powers handed down from generation to generation and accumulated in silence. Now all this was free. Aziraphale was invaded by that force and let go. Light invaded space, you could see it from faraway London. Love invaded everything that lies the primordial form of the angel emerged. If there had been a living human in that room, it would have been blessed. The golden crown floated above the celestial's head as his wings burned with a silver flame, as new pairs of wings spread one by one over his body. In the center of his chest was a hole in which a flame devoured the space around him. Aziraphale's eyes were made of stars and from them flowed tears that evaporated quickly. If a god was to have a shape, it was that, or almost that. What they were about to do was not a simple miracle, it was to separate two souls and bring them back to the light, it was to recreate from the base two entire existences and bring them back to earth. The two beings united around the now lifeless body and poured everything they had into it. It was not despair that created this power, but love.When Crolwey felt the body give way he tried to leave him with his last strength, perhaps if he had separated from Newt quickly enough he would have been able to save at least him. It was a bad idea, or rather a bad idea to bring a demon to heaven, and if he was going to die he wanted to at least try to bring the boy back to the witch a few floors down. He concentrated with all of himself and tried again and again but he had no more strength, you can feel life slipping through his fingers and leaving. He didn't even have time to say a word that suddenly felt a kind of warmth around him. When I opened my eyes, hell was around him. He sighed and looked around in defeat. He was back in his body, well... his soul had his likeness again, human at least. He put his hand in his pocket and took out his usual pair of glasses. Bad sign. If he came back as a demon he'd have another form, he'd come back to hell as a victim and he didn't like it one bit. He set off noticing that little by little the rubble was appearing here and there, the dust in the air began to become dense and to join the smell of smoke and the ash that lightly settled around him. The buildings suddenly found themselves all around the demon who now walked rigidly, looking fixedly in front of him without uttering a word. Here and there you could hear some crash and some new amceria was added to the already present. His jaw tightened as he moved forward, a knot in his throat made him look unusually stiff. Perhaps because he knew where that place was. He knew exactly what buildings they were, he knew what city it was. They were the same ones he had already watched crumbling in 1944, the ones that had once housed the inhabitants of Navidia, a small town that had dared to resist the war, and had almost managed to forget. Long before, he had witnessed its fall, bomb after bomb, fire after fire, he had never seen anything like it, and then there. A little white dot in the rubble had caught his attention, a little hand holding a teddy bear immovable. It was just like in his memories. In a motion of pure horror he made room in his mind "Not again". He knew what he would find underneath that rubble and yet, just as he had done so many years before, he had run frantically to find just what he expected. He had continued digging for the next few days, non-stop just as he was doing now, he kept digging and kept finding children. It was an orphanage, he knew them all one by one, he had taught them how to steal candy, and he often went around with them to make little jokes. But now they were gone. There was only one building, what was left of an orphanage. That time Aziraphale had appeared and worked a miracle, he had heard Crowley crying all his tears and without saying anything he had acted. Now his hands were dipping into the stones, scratching and breaking his nails, and he couldn't get anywhere. There was no miracle, there was no help. The thought passed through his mind as fast as lightning and he'd erase "Why should I wait for someone?". I know he had forgotten who he was talking about, he cared about digging, he had forgotten and was forgetting little by little so many things, he just wanted one to take that baby. But he couldn't take that baby. He couldn't feel any love. It was his worst nightmare, being helpless and destroyed inside, the forms of loss he had experienced in his life now were to return to form his hell. "Crowley comes back, my dear" the angel's voice came from afar, an almost forgotten echo, the demon looked around for a moment and that was enough to change the scenery. Now it was in heaven, during a very special moment, the expulsion to hell. Another moment of which he pretended to have no memory, that precise moment was when he had lost the chance to be with Aziraphale. He felt the usual twinge in his heart, like in his nightmares when he dreamt of that moment, but here he couldn't wake up. Then the flames fell again, the new job. And suddenly he was again on his knees on the ground with his hands digging no in the rubble with the feeling of having forgotten something and then again in heaven. That's when his hell was all his worst moments. Carefully chosen to form the perfect torture. In there Crowley couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't hope, everything was confused and uncertain. This was hell. Though sometimes there was a voice, sweet as honey, calling to himself. And then He felt a lukewarm current behind it, it wasn't warmth, it was like a warming feeling. He stopped and turned slowly. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, an angel. The angel bent over him and kissed his forehead. Part of him wanted more. He hoped he could adore it. He burst into tears like a baby. Memories slowly surfaced, tears came down like a river in the middle of "Aziraphale", I think this time it's your turn to give me a ride home," the demon sobbed. The smile made its way on the lips of the angel who wrapped him in her arms.When Crowley looked over Aziraphale's shoulders were at home, in the middle of the floor were two piles of dust and a little further on a witch levitating in mid-air kissing her beloved on tiptoe. For the little cottage and London, it was too much. A series of explosions filled the air and electricity blew up all over the UK. In the dark, even the lights from the two superhuman beings went out.