After The First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives

ligur in the cupboard

Ligur hadn't been left totally unsupervised by Hell. Michael may think she was his contact, that he was working solely for her, but that wasn't the case. It was just a little difficult to get in touch with his handler and certainly very dangerous to meet in person. However, Michael's revelation about the prospective new liaison officer needed to be followed up.

Knowing how Hell worked there had probably been a mix up. One department not understanding what the other was doing. Bringing another demon in at this point would make his job that much more difficult, he also had a terror that they might, albeit accidentally, get his poor Hastur involved. Hurt him even more. He couldn't have that.

He'd left a message at the dead drop when out jogging. He just hoped it had been picked up. He couldn't keep telling Gabriel he was going out 'jogging' at this rate he'd soon be running blessed marathons. Gabriel had indeed mentioned a charity run in one of his terrible presentations. Ligur tried to remember what he had said. He had a sinking feeling that angel-Ligur had thought it was a wonderful idea and had probably said so too.

He was really starting to hate 'angel-Ligur'. It had started as a character he was playing, a disguise donned solely to fool the angels. Now he found angel-Ligur popping up more and more. If he wasn't careful he found he was thinking like angel-Ligur even when alone. He needed to put a stop to this. He felt like he was losing his real identity, like an actor in a long running soap his existence was being taken over by the character. He sighed, he really needed to get the job done and musing on how difficult it was wouldn’t help.

The rendezvous was in St James's park. The demons had hit upon this as a particularly clever place to meet. No-one would ever suspect a public park for a clandestine meeting they reasoned. Since working for Gabriel he'd discovered Heaven had hit on exactly the same sneaky idea and it's agents regularly used the park too. This was both a good and a bad thing. Good in that he always had a reason to go there, bad in that there was an increased risk of being seen with his demon contact. He wasn't even sure who his demon contact was.

The whole thing had originally been Dagon's idea. When he'd woken up in Crowley's flat soaking wet and naked he hadn't known what to do. He had searched the flat for clothes, but nothing fit. He couldn't even get hit foot in the jeans he'd found. He knew something about him had changed and when he'd made a bolt for the gardens after dark and tried to sink back down to Hell he'd discovered he couldn’t. He was angry and frustrated so the discovery that he could no longer summon hell-fire followed shortly after.

He had gone back indoors and sat at the ostentatious 'throne' at a bit of a loss until someone had come looking for him. Well, looking for his remains really, more specifically looking for his coat. Dagon had always liked that coat, hearing of his demise she had reasoned 'why let a good coat go to waste'? She got a shock when she turned up at the flat and found, not only was the coat unwearable - covered in goo it was best not to speculate about - but also it's erstwhile owner was no longer so erst, or was it no longer while? Shock is a bit of an understatement. She nearly burned the place down.

Ligur was confused at her reaction, until she spelled it out for him. He was an angel. It took her a bit of persuasion, but he finally got the message. He was all set to fly up to Heaven and start cursing God until he fell again when Dagon had her idea. She'd contacted Beelzebub, who agreed this was too good a chance to pass up. Ligur agreed. Well, he didn't agree, but he was given no real option. If he fell now they'd ensure he suffered eternal torments with no relief, if he didn't then he had to stay an angel. For all eternity. Or at least until the next war. If he agreed then, eventually, after he had completed his mission, they'd welcome him back to Hell.