Chapter 1: The Black Abyss
"Adam! What the hell have you done!?" Crowley screamed over the tremendous rushing of wind and clatter of metallic objects scraping across the cement.
"Why would you think it's my fault!?" Adam squealed as he held onto a metal pole for dear life.
"Oh I don't know, maybe because there's a huge fucking portal RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!" Crowley growled as his fitted sunglasses were ripped off his face and thrown into the portal.
"That doesn't mean it's his fault Crowley. It could've been anything. In fact, maybe it was the four horsemen, or Satan," Aziraphale said with hope in his tone.
"Oh Aziraphale, why can't you open your eyes to the obvious. Just this one time!" Crowley's sweaty hands slipped down Adam's shoes as he struggled harder for grip.
"I don't think I can hold on much longer!" Adam let out a loud whelp as his clammy hand's slipped off the pole with the tips of his fingers bearing the weight of both himself and two men.
"Don't you dare let go!" Crowley cursed, his legs dangling in the air with Aziraphale's hands crushing Crowley's ankle.
Adam could feel the pull of the portal growing stronger every second as clusters of objects, computers and buildings disappeared into it. It was almost as if It were a monster gobbling up its dinner.
"I swear if you let go, you'll never hear the end of me!" Crowley's voice broke with each grunting scream as his fingers slipped further down Adam's shoes, the weight of Aziraphale bearing on him.
Crowley held tightly onto the toe end of Adams shoes, his tips searching for any dent to lodge his fingers into.
Suddenly, the grey cement which held the metal pole in place cracked and crumbled which made the pole collapse with a sharp clank.
"Shit!" Crowley yelled as he grew further away from the boy, falling into a blurry abyss of blue and black smoke.
Aziraphale still held onto Crowley's leg despite the fact that they were falling desperately towards the portal with no means of escape. It seemed to him that it was his only form of comfort, knowing that if he were to die, he wouldn't die alone.
"Crowley! Are you still there!?" Aziraphale's child-like voice echoed around them.
"Of course I'm still here! You have a tiger grip on my thigh!" Crowley growled sarcastically as his body was whipped around harshly through the whirlpool of wind and pain.
"I suppose I do. Sorry about that," Aziraphale attempted to loosen his grip but found he slipped further down Crowley's leg which frightened him to his core. Crowley glanced down at the blonde-haired angel and saw his weakened state as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
"Crowley! Why can't I see!?" Aziraphale yelled as he trashed his head around the soulless surroundings.
"Oh for crying out loud… Az…" Crowley was interrupted as a silver, rectangular object came flying in his direction. Without any warning, it collided with the back of Crowley's skull, sending radiating pain through his body.
Waves of agony pulsed through his body with every heartbeat as it spread and infected every corner and crevasse of his figure.
Crimson droplets stained the corner of the silver box and ran down his right cheek in streams against the harsh wind.
"Crowley!?" Aziraphale yelped in terror as he heard the loud CLANK upon collision.
Crowley's body went limp as his body flipped and tumbled around the inside of the wormhole.
Suddenly, light streamed in like the sun rising above the horizon early in the morning. The wind began to slowly dissipate as they were sent crashing into what looked like a console room.
The sound of a young man's voice startled him as Aziraphale creased his eyebrows in strange recognition.
It was as if the voices were an echo along his timestream, growing closer and louder.
Abruptly, they were sent crashing towards the sound as if they were tumbling down a 90-degree slide at Questacon.
Upon collision with the hard floor, Aziraphale felt his consciousness slowly slip away.
"Doctor!?" Was the last thing Aziraphale heard before fading away into a black abyss behind his heavy eyelids.