An unofficial sequel to Good Omens
"Crowley," Leviathan mused, "Raphael, was he not?" They hummed, the ghost of a smile crossing their face. "Always the baby of the lot of us, never understood the magnitude of our operation..." their eyes narrowed. "He and an angel killed our Master's son?"
"N-No not k illed, your disgrace. Worse. Befriended," she spat the word, both literally and figuratively as blood and bile sputtered from her lips, "they all became allies p-plus the with w hore and her b-oy. Gabriel and I did our b-best to settle the m matter but...in the end the Antichrist d-denied his own f ather."
Leviathan let go abruptly, and Beelzebub fell to the floor, cursing under her breath.
They squatted in front of her, tapping their quartz fingertips together.
"How long, then, have we been delayed?"
Beelzebub swallowed. "...Ten years."
"And I presume that...the opposition wasn't pleased either?"
Beelzebub shook her head.
Leviathan stared for a long while before their eyes rolled, and their lips parted into a gleaming smile.
"Hmmhm," they chuckled, standing up and adjusting their blazer, "Well well...then darling," they held out a hand, "we have work to do."
//In order to celebrate the confirmation of season 3, here is a Good Omens fanfiction!//
An angel has fallen.
Six thousand years ago, when Earth was only some wild, unexplored territory, God sent the first humans on Earth. With them, an angel, a protector. But anything wasn't as God had planned, and angels, hundreds of them, fell.
An angel had fallen.
Their memories were erased, none remembered who they were. They only knew it was because of them. The angels. And they were hateful.
Not all of them, though.
//This is a Good Omens OS with my own AU, so don't bother if it's not the same as the original story, it's normal.//
{The characters and original universe belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, the art belongs to me.}