"Find the boy with the curly hair who sits alone in the school library and give him divine inspiration to write," Gabriel had said. It was a simple task, but Aziraphale could not bring himself to show up at a high school without a posse, and Crowley would be damned (again) if he wasn't the sole member of said posse.

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘔𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥?" In a certain little bookshop nestled on a street in Soho, something is amiss with a certain ethereal sushi-lover. Being served to our favorite hip-swishing smooth-talking mess of a demon is an appetizer of catty demoness with a passion for chaos, an entrée featuring a Hellishly evil plan to clip the wings of all the angels, and a cold dish of apparent betrayal with whipped cream and a cherry on top for dessert. Better get a good bottle of chardonnay, Crowley, you're gonna need it for this one. *Good Omens and all associated characters featured in this work are owned by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. **Song credit to Mr Ozzy Osbourne, "Mr Crowley" ***Artwork depicted on cover was designed by myself, and not stolen from the internet