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."
Never Explain Anything: A Crowley/Aziraphale Good Omens fanfic
10 parts Complete Mature
10 parts
Complete
Mature
"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?"
Aziraphale blinked. "Why?"
"To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious.
"Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy."
"It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid."
"B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was.
"You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother."
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Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.