Good Omens - You and I

Close encounters

When the dust settled on the ground there was a terrible moment, the moment when the two celestials realized everything that had happened up to then, but above all they realized that there was very little hope left. They could smell the rotten smell rising from the earth slowly withering around them and the darkness enveloping them like a black hole. Both angel and demon felt crushed by the enormous power in front of them. The fragment shone reflecting what was around it, distorting everything as if to show the future that awaited them.

"But as Aziraphale, don't you welcome me as you always do?" Didn't you miss me?" said Risengard with a crazy smile on his tiny face. The angel was stunned, looking ahead and couldn't believe what he saw. The archangel who was once so close to God was now worse than the Devil. The wingless figure was floating in mid-air, a dark halo around his body moved as if he were alive, the dark light that shone in the eyes of the new creature made everything they looked shake. "And you Crowley, don't you want to tell me any more interesting stories like you used to? I think we were friends when we were up there," the hiss that hissed from the demon's lips was one clear threat. The former archangel spoke, mocked them and enjoyed seeing their faces turned upside down at the sight of him but in the meantime Crowley had to think, he had to concentrate on how to get his angel, the humans and the remaining pieces out of there. But he felt it, the demon was clear what he was looking at, he felt that the power emanating from the entity in front of him was much more powerful than anything he had ever seen, it could be compared to his big boss a few floors down.

Aziraphale not far away from him was doing exactly the same thoughts, it needed a loophole and also quickly. He took courage, barely swallowed and decided he'd improvise. He took a cautious step forward, opening his arms wide, "My dear, Risengard, it's a pleasure to see you, to what do we owe your visit?" a forced smile made its way across his face trying to be as convincing as possible. His gaze slipped from his smiling face to the fragment, his fingers lightly squeezed the air accompanied by the desire to grasp that piece, the last of their undertaking. It was only a moment, but it was enough for Risengard to snap. Crowley immediately transformed, his still semi-human aura vanished into thin air, in an instant he was behind Aziraphale trying to pull him back towards himself, but it was too late. The demon's face surmounted the angel's shoulder and was a few inches from the face of the former archangel who giggled amused, "Up there is no reason to get so excited, I just wanted a little hug" the crazy look that followed the words made him think of something else but above all made him think of the hands that had a firm grip on those of the demon. It was an even worse stalemate than the previous one. Crowley looked at those once kind eyes now filled with darkness, hatred and vengeance, surely if they had fought they would have had no chance. He distinctly sensed that the power he felt was only a small, even microscopic part of what was overflowing from the fragment, but it was almost as much as Aziraphale in his warrior form. If already so it was difficult to imagine if during a fight the monster had released all his power and then between them there was Aziraphale. "Damn it, damn heaven! What the fuck do I do now?" was all that filled his demonic head.

"Risengard, I wish I could stay here and tell us about the good old days, but I really think me and my angel have plans elsewhere," said the demon as his forked tongue revealed all his tension. The angel felt the demon's grip tighten around him but there was no other movement, there was just a slight buzz coming from their shoulders. Yes, a buzz that Aziraphale was giving energy to, which comforted him in his every whisper. One must always be attentive to everything around us, not just to certain things, and this the angel knew well. At the moment when the enemy had taken the first step towards them in the hands of the witch, an ancient book had appeared. The said book once stood on a shelf on the occult in the angel's library, and it was a powerful artifact however fragile it was, and in the hands of the right person it could be used wisely.