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A Good Omens tale
Crowley brushed his ebony hair back and gazed at the house the angel had bought. Bloody He-Manchester, it was expensive. Even for supernatural entities. Though it was gorgeous, with ivory walls, mahogany wood, plenty of space. In the back, there was a veritable jungle, plants and trees and flowers all in a somehow artistic tangle. In one corner of the huge backyard, there was a little pond, with lily pads and koi. He understood why Aziraphale had bought this. It reminded even Crowley, demon of Tartarus, of Elysium. Aziraphale was terribly retro, even for an angel. After his bookshop had burnt down, Crowley thought Aziraphale would just wish his shop back into existence, even if Aziraphale would have a horrible headache and not feel well for a month. He certainly hadn't expected a beautiful house in Tadfield, England. Picking a locale so close to the son of Kronos was even more unforeseen.
As Crowley stooped down to smell a rose, he detected movement behind him. Spinning, he grinned at Aziraphale, his best friend for the past millennia.
The angel looked radiant. Sunlight caught his blond hair, turning it to molten gold. Deep, cerulean eyes glowed, swirling and hypnotic. Pale, nearly tanned skin shimmered slightly in the sun, one of the only clues to this being an angel.
"Hey, 'Zira," Crowley smiled, straightening up. "You look happy."
"Of course I am. Adam didn't destroy the world after all, and with luck we won't have to depend on a lot of teenagers to save the world." Aziraphale took a swig from the bottle he was holding. Crowley loved when his friend wasn't playing stuffy bookseller.
Crowley, it must be noted, was not plain. He had tanned skin; long, shiny black hair, and a good bone structure. His eyes were yellow and serpentine.
He replied, "You know full well we won't get that lucky, 'Zira. Tyche might not mind, but Nemesis would never allow it." He really hated those two, on the basis that all his bad times were All Their Fault. Well, Nemesis more then Tyche. Still, they were both capricious and irritating.
Aziraphale nodded. "You're probably right. Still, I wish our troubles were over. Plus, Camp Half-Blood will have enough problems when the Romans find them. The praetor, Reyna, is a good girl, but her augur won't listen to reason. Octavian should spend some time pursuing other callings."
" 'Zira, there's a reason he's the augur. Because no one else wanted to spend time slicing open teddy bears to read the future. He's a lost cause. Plus, there are easier ways to get the future. The Nightside is stuffed with oracles."
Aziraphale glared pointedly at him, then drank some more of whatever it was. Crowley sniffed, and decided he probably didn't want any. Aziraphale swallowed, and then continued. "Crowley, those things are reliable less then 20% of the time. Also, the Nightside is in London, or at least that's how you access the bloody place, and they're in California. Third, that place is chock full of monsters."
Crowley grumbled, and scuffed rude words into the dirt. Little victories…
Well, until Aziraphale noticed. He waved a hand to miracle it away, and knelt down to pet the koi. This irritated Crowley, but it passed. It was too nice of a day for even demons to be angry. He looked down at the koi. He had to say; they really were beautiful fish, all orange and silver.
Suddenly, Aziraphale rose. "Want me to show you the house Crowley?" With out waiting for an answer, he strode toward the house. Crowley debated not following. Aw, what the heck. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives.