Author's Note: I think I'll end up with only about three more chapters, but i'm not sure. They'll be long though. longer than any other chapters before this one. :D I hope everyone is enjoying this and no one minds how i end it.:D

Warnings: I don't recall what is in this chapter anymore...

Disclaimer: 'Once upon a time, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett and God owned their respective people. In fact, God even owned Neil and Terry. And everyone lived happily ever after, because ValorieDevore did not. :D'

Crowley watched the scene unfolding from the tree. He saw as Aziraphale helped Raphael heal himself, he saw as the general turned away from Uriel and head for Aziraphale, he saw the way Raphael pushed Aziraphale away, he watched as Aziraphale fell to the floor as Raphael tried fending off the General,he saw as a few more demons came and attacked Raphael distracting him long enough from Aziraphale for the General to get to him, he watched as Aziraphale got up and fought against the General with his sword. He watched as the General delivered a hard blow to Aziraphale's face, and knocked him over, and that was when he heard it.

'AZIRAPHALE IS GOING TO DIE.'

"What?" Crowley asked aloud.

'AZIRAPHALE, YOUR ANGEL, YOUR HUSBAND, IS GOING TO DIE. WE DON'T NEED HIM DOWN HERE IN HELL. YOU, WE NEED, HIM, NOT SO MUCH. HE HINDERS YOUR POTENTIAL. WE DON'T LIKE THAT DOWN HERE. SO, I'VE ASKED MY GENERAL TO KILL HIM. THAT WAY, YOU'LL USE YOUR FULL POWER.'

"And what if you kill my Angel, and I suddenly decide I don't want to come down to hell? What then?" Crowley asked angrily. He knew Satan was bluffing. Aziraphale was, as much as Crowley hated to admit it, the perfect bargaining piece, the perfect carrot. Crowley would do anything to protect Aziraphale.

'WELL, THEN WE KILL YOU. WHICH WOULD BE A SHAME.'

"Have you really come up with no other solution?" Crowley spat, growing angrier by the moment. He felt that same wave of illness that he had felt before taking a different form before in Hastur's flat.

'WELL, I HAD DECIDED THAT I REALLY WANTED YOU HERE IN HELL. BUT AZIRAPHALE IS, WELL, HE'S BLOCKING YOUR USEFULLNESS. UNLESS I GET RID OF HIM, YOU'LL ALWAYS BE SOMETHING LESS THAN A DEMON. AND I REALLY CAN'T HAVE THAT. I WANTED TO FELL HIM, BUT, AFTER HASTUR, I DECIDED THAT WAS STUPID. SO INSTEAD, WE'RE GETTING RID OF HIM. I FEEL BAD ABOUT THAT THOUGH. I MEAN, HE WOULD'VE MADE A GREAT DARK KNIGHT, LOOK AT HIM WITH THAT SWORD.'

"You wouldn't dare." Crowley growled, eyes blazing

'WOULDN'T I?'

"No, you wouldn't, you can't and you won't. I won't let you." Crowley said examining the net frantically.

'WHY NOT?'

"Because I am going to take him far away from you." Crowley said before employing his new claws to slash open the net. As he did though it began to burn him. He fell to the ground, and pulled it off of him before it did anymore damage.

Crowley heard laughing.

'CROWLEY, WHERE CAN YOU TAKE HIM, LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU'RE A DEMON. ANYWHERE YOU GO, I CAN GO. THIS WILL NOT END WELL FOR YOU.'

"At leasssst I can end it trying to essssscape from you." Crowley hissed, as was his tendacy to do when it.

Aziraphale was on the floor when he got to the field being tied up. He was still kicking though, unwilling to lose. The other archangels were trying in vain to get to him. Crowley stalked angrily down the field, taking a sword from one of the fallen demons as he went along. The other Archangels saw him approach and each of them almost swore.

Crowley's tail reached out to break the neck of a demon that tried to attack him. He cut through each demon that tried to harm him.

"Crowley?" Raphael asked.

"That is not our demon," Michael said

"That's our demon, Mike," Gabriel said as he watched Crowley mow down a few more demons.

"He's helping us?" The Metatron asked the demon in front of him fell dead.

"He's helping Aziraphale, Metatron, helping us just happens to be the most efficient way in doing so." Uriel said as he began fighting one of the newest demons in attendance.

'GIVE UP CROWLEY.'

"No." Crowley said as another demon fell before him. It had been hours since he had first arrived, and every demon he had killed seemed to bring two more as backup. It was getting late, and everyone, even Crowley were tiring. A while ago, someone had the brilliant idea of untying Aziraphale, and it seemed like they were making progress but it had been short lived.

Crowley was fighting alongside Raphael.

"How long?" Raphael asked.

"Ssssince Hastu'sss flat." Crowley replied.

"Crowley," Raphael said sadly.

"I'm sssorry, I don't know what happened. Hell wantssss me. Thiss, all of thisss, is Satan'ss doing. They want to kill Aziraphale, and take me under. I can't let them." Crowley said as he stabbed a demon through the torso.

"Fine with me. But we're getting slaughtered out here Crowley."

"Take usss to heaven."

"What?!"

"Take usss to heaven, we'll be safe up there, they'll leave. It's the only place I can think of to take Aziraphale where Satan can't get his grubby little claws on him. Open a portal and take us."

"It means we'll have capture you. You'll be our prisoner."

"But, Aziraphale, and the ressst of you will be safe. Please Raphael."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"Possitive."

Author's Note: I like this chapter, quite a bit actually. When i first stared writing this i thought it would be about 15 chapters long, i even had the chapters planned out. Then, it escaped me, and took a life of it's own. Now it's 36 chapters and counting. Finally, i've arrived the part i actually have been waiting to write since i first wrote "they had met once...' Like seriously, the next chapter has been sitting on my desktop just waiting there, waiting for me to get this far waiting since the phrase 'they met once...'. So, i'm going to edit it, and make it the best chapter of this whole thing. It's waited this long it can wait a few more days. I'm really excited! FINALLY I'VE GOTTEN TO THE PART THAT INSPIRED THIS WHOLE THING! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D