Author's note: Oh what joy! school starts in a few days and this may be the last chapter for a while. Doesn't mean it's being abandoned, it just means my AP classes are tying me to a chair and forcing homework onto me. This chapter is Dedicated to all of my wonderful readers in Great Britain, great job with the Olympics you guys! the whole thing was fantastic and congrats on all the medals you won! I love you guys!
Disclaimer: If you've read this far, surely you've read the disclaimer at least once, but just in case:
Fanfictions are Works created by fans that are essential, different endings or background stories or different beginings to well loved books. They are a fan's take on how the story goes. This work, is exactly that, the author has made no money by creating this nor does she own the characters also associated with Good Omens. Also, My Foreign language Vocabulary is very lacking. All words and phrases (not in spanish) were acquired from Google Translator. 'I give full, Rightful Credit to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett for any and all direct quotations from Good Omens which will be found in this chapter as italicized. Tis not my quotes.'
Warnings: SAME-SEX MARRIAGE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT PLEASE GET OFF OF THIS STORY RIGHT NOW! Actually, what the heck are you doing all the way over here? MALE LOVER ANGELS PLEASE LEAVE IF YOU WILL BE EASILY OFFENDED. MalexMale kissing (Uriel and Raf), Antichrist, Destruction of a church, hey, this one's pretty clean actually.
this is way to long, if you read all that thank you, if not, i don't mind ON WITH THE STORY!
There is a nice little hill in England, on the outskirts of a nice little town, upon which sits a rather thick forest of oaks and pines and maples within which is a nice little chapel and small cemetery. The hill is called Meadow hill, even though it lacks any real meadow. The town is called Meadowbrook but lacks any brook; however, the town does have a nice little meadow of wildflowers. The forest is called Christopher's Forest, named after someone long dead and gone. The church is called St. Raphael the Archangel's Rose for unknown reasons, and the cemetery houses members of the clergy and some prestigious townsfolk and was simply known as The Cemetery. It was a lovely, well-kept cemetery, next to a lovely well made church, in a lovely well planted forest on a lovely well-rounded hill (the hill would've been on two sports teams, been a member of several clubs, excelled at the cello, and gotten perfect grades had it been a human.), in a lovely quaint town, in the wonderful lovely country of England. However no church could withstand being struck by lightning… twice… and having a tree collapse on it… twice… and having hail the size of basketball…players… rain mercilessly on it's roof…. In one day…. At 11:00a.m…. and 7:00p.m….
Really, the town people were happy that everyone working in the church that day got a phone call saying their immediate presence was needed in town and so no one was in the church when this freak rain storm happened. They also think it's quite a miracle that no houses were damaged in Meadowbrook and the biggest damage on St. Raphael the Archangel's Rose was that the roof caved in.
The humans called it a miracle, the angels called it ineffable.
Of course, the church's clergy had to raise donations to be able to rebuild the church and donations take time, which explains why the particular day this chapter takes place, the church was still under reconstruction.
There was however no explaining what exactly two Canadians were doing walking up towards the church. One was wearing a Cassock while the other wore a grey suit. The two beings huddled together against the cool breeze, whispering too low for any human to hear, it wasn't necessary, there was no one on the hill thanks to the trees blocking all access roads but one could never be too careful. They hurried towards the large double wooden doors ignoring the "Hard hat only" signs littered all across the church.
"Are you sure though that they won't find out?" the one in the suit asked as he held open the door for the other
"Of course they won't, trust me love, I've taken into account everything, it'll all be fine." The one in the Cassock said as he stepped through the open doors. He gave his companion a gentle kiss and closed the doors behind them.
After a few more minutes, two other figures approached the church as well. One wore a black expensive looking suit, tinted sunglasses and walked with his hands in his pockets and head low. The other, a child of about eleven with a head of golden locks skipped alongside showing off a nice little velvet box inside of which were two rings. The figure wearing sunglasses smiled at the inscription, 'Ineffably Fated.'. However as they stood before the doors his smile disappeared, replaced with a frown.
"Are you sure I won't burn to death from all the holiness,"
"No, I don't think so, you're with me after all." Adam said and stepped inside. Crowley hesitated.
"Come on Crowley, you really think all the Demons in hell are going to let an eleven year old boy kill the demon who stopped Armageddon? Surely they want that honor for themselves?" Adam asked with a toothy grin.
Crowley decided to pretend the words were a coincidence (even though his mind yelled a certain word) and stepped inside.
He did not burn.
As all these people came and entered the church, a white pinstripe suit sat in The Cemetery alone among the tombstones . The dark clouds made his suit look as though he were glowing. He whispered to a tombstone that had not been there a week ago.
"I miss you Gader'el. I can't believe you've died." The person in the pinstripe suit whispered once again taking out the feather. He'd only recently shown it to Crowley who didn't mind that the angel carried it around.
"I'm getting married today Gader'el. Do you like my suit? Raf helped me pick it. He said knowing me, I'd pick something tartan. The tartan suits were nice but this one is too I guess," the figure said with a slight smile. "It's white though, Crowley had a grand time laughing at the color. I didn't really see what the big deal was until Uriel pointed out the bride wears white. Then I chased Crowley around the St. James pond, where we had met up." Aziraphale smiled warmly at the memory.
"Gader'el, remember when I promised I would love you? Always? I wasn't lying, I still love you, I always will but, Crowley's snuck his way into my heart too. He'll never push you out, I promise."
"I wonder how you died, were you alone? Did you still have my feather? How long ago was it? Were you in pain? Maybe it's better that I don't know, that way, it isn't really true just yet, that way I can pretend you're still alive somewhere, even if we both know the chances of that are small."
"Well, I better be off then," Aziraphale said brushing away tears from his eyes. He laid down the blue and white roses he had with him next to the tombstone. He stood up and made any grass stains disappear. He looked down at the grave once again and a new golden-yellow rose appeared as well.
"I love you, I always will, and I know you love me, you always had." Aziraphale said once more hands in his pockets as he walked towards the entrance to the church..
Author's Note: Like it? If I can't get the actual marriage all typed up by tomorrow, i might not post for a while. It's not abandoned though. Review if you feel up to it.