Lord, Have Mercy!

Chapter 1

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Sunday was always an extra special day for Aziraphale, considering it was another day of Mass and he played a somewhat significant part in it.
He and his friend Gabriel sang in the church choir together and were the leaders of their High School's bible study club. Aziraphale couldn't wait for Monday to have another meeting and to inspire new people wanting to know more about God and The Holy Bible itself, he loves the feeling of helping others and to share his insight with everyone interested.
After Mass, Gabriel races outside to find Aziraphale, he taps him on his shoulder.
"Hey Aziraphale! I believe that Mass went quite good.." He puts his arm around his shoulder and smirks.
"A-ah.. yes I believe it did.." Aziraphale begins to stare off into space and his eyes start to focus on the side of church where this tall slender redheaded teen was slouching on the white wood wall, smoking a cigarette with a petite tomboy with scruffy black hair. He knew exactly who they were, the school grounds were basically their mini terf war when their gang and the bible study club clashed. His eyes meet yours and your face starts to heat up a bit, perhaps the weather has shifted a bit.
"Hey..? Hey! Azira!" Gabriel waves his hands in his face as to snap him in out in this trance he seems to be in.
"Are you okay?" He says concerned.
"Huh...? O-oh! Yes I'm okay.."
"You sure? You seemed to have spaced out for a little.. What were you looking at anyway?"
Aziraphale almost shoves Gabriel to walk foward so they can go home, frantically .
"It was nothing at all Gabriel! Let's just go home! I believe my mother is making fresh biscuits, I can fetch you so before you go home!"
Gabriel looks at him a bit concerned the shrugs and starts to walk foward.
Aziraphale looks back and it would seem the two both left while him and Gabriel were talking.

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Aziraphale wakes up bright and early and bikes his way to school , for his bible study starts right at 7:00 am sharp. He turns the corner, past his favorite book shop, and all of a sudden, a loud rumble starts to get closer behind him and speeds past him. A huge puff of smoke from a black Bentley hits him directly in the face and leaves, leaving black tire marks across London's narrow roads. But again, he knew exactly who that was.

The bell rings after bible study was over, Aziraphale grabbed his bag and darted out the door, going to his calculus class. He sits at his respective seat and takes his textbook and binder out and begins to take the notes the teacher is providing on the chalk board.
Aziraphale gets a sudden tap on his shoulder and feels a hot breath and a soft whisper meet his ear.
"Hey..Do you have the homework from last night?"
He decides to look behind him and lo and behold, it was Anthony J. Crowley. The same tall slender redheaded teen we mentioned before and Aziraphale felt pressured to give him his homework out of the goodness of his heart. He sighs and takes out last night's assignment and tries secretly hands it to him.
"Mr. Francis and Mr. Crowley!"
Their teacher has spotted them doing a one two switcheroo and she was not having it. She walked to their desks and grabbed the homework from his hand.
"Aziraphale..I'm, well, very disappointed in you..I excepted better things from you. Except you Anthony.. I except things like this from you. But unfortunately you both will spend after school in detention."

Aziraphale Angel Francis, yes that is his name and Mr. Aziraphale Angel Francis had never been to detention in his eleven years of school and this would be going on his school record, his precious clean school record now tainted because he is too nice and decided help Anthony J. Crowley...

What does the J stand for anyway?

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