Sorry i just realized that i hadnt updated this on this site, so heres a tripple update xD
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Time was running out. The end of the world was fast approaching, given the unusual weather. Crowley had no time to dwell on what he couldn't have done, and what had to be done. He headed down stairs, sense expanded wide to make sure that there were no other surprises waiting for him. The Bentley started as he climbed in, and he started driving as fast as possible; even though the bookshop wasn't even that far from his flat, time was of the essence. As he drove towards Soho, he attempted to call Aziraphale, but got a busy signal, which was unusual for the angel.
As soon as he arrived in front of the shop he rushed in to see the angel on the phone. He had a sudden pit in his stomach.
"I know who you are, I dialed you!" Aziraphale frowned at the phone on the table. "Listen I know where the anti-Christ i- Crowley? What are you doing here, I just called you."
Without saying anything, Crowley snatched the phone out of the angel's hands and ripped it off of the wire, throwing it to the ground. He sniffed the air as if waiting for something to pop out of the now destroyed phone. "Sorry angel, there was no time to explain. I'll get you a new one."
"What do you mean 'no time to explain?' My dear, what is going on?" Aziraphale wasn't going to let the issue drop easily, that was for sure.
Crowley ran a hand through his slightly wet hair, sighing. "Hell knows the swap got mucked up, they tried to take me." He swallowed the lump in his throat, wondering how he was going to explain William. "I trapped Hastur in my ansaphone, and didn't want to give him the chance to come through your phone line. We have more than enough on our plates than to add an asshole demon on top of everything"
Aziraphale begrudgingly accepted his reasoning. "Very well. You are certain no other followed you?"
"Far as I can tell. You said you found the anti-Christ?"
"Yes! I found his exact location. He's still in Tadfield."
Then lets go, you can explain as we drive, we have no time to lose.
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"The boy's home is in lower Tadfield, his human last name appears to be Young." Aziraphale looked over his notes.
"And you are absolutely certain it's Him?" Crowley frowned as he noticed traffic seemed to be slowing down the further he traveled to the outskirts of London.
"Yes. He has the dog, and going by one of the prophecies in Agnes's book, the dog is the hell-hound, everything added up." Crowley made a non-committal noise distracted by the sudden standstill traffic. "Crowley, dear why aren't we moving?" The demon pointed out the windshield. "Oh. Oh my."
Up ahead, quite visible from their position in spite of the amount of traffic in front of them, was a massive wall of fire that stretched as far as the eye could see, both left and right, and high into the sky.
Crowley muttered a string of curses under his breath and thumped his fist on the steering wheel. "Of course this has to bite me in the ass."
"What in... on earth is that?" Aziraphale looked over at the demon, very confused and very worried.
"That, angel, is the M25. All of London is now surrounded by that wall of fire."
Aziraphale looked back at the seemingly impenetrable fire blocking their path. "I... but how did that come to be? There was nothing in stories about that!"
"Cuz its fairly recent this happened. Made some modifications back in the 70's. You have a map in your notes?"
"Of course!"
Take a look at central London, particular the M25 itself and tell me what it looks like." Crowley glared at the fire, angry at it, at himself, and just at the universe.
"Very well." Aziraphale looked over the map, not quite sure what he had meant until he noticed the shape. "Crowley, is that...?"
"Yep." Crowley let his lips pop on the p. "Dread sigil of Odegra in the language of the Dark Priesthood of Ancient Mu. At the time it was a good idea to get hell off my ass back in the 70's. Like I said, THIS was the last thing I ever expected to come of it."
Aziraphale frowned. "Well, you know what they say, evil always contains he seeds of its own destruction. No matter how well-planned, how foolproof an evil plan, it will founder upon the rocks of iniquity and vanish."
Crowley rolled his eyes. "EITHER WAY," He growled out. "We're now stuck in London."
"How far up do you suppose that goes?" Aziraphale looked up to the sky, as if trying to see if there was a way over it.
"Too high to fly over, if that's what you are suggesting."
"Well, do you have any better ideas?"
"Yes, Crawley, DO you have any ideas?"
The two in the front seat jumped at the sudden voice coming from the back seat and they turned to look over their shoulders. Aziraphale felt a surge of unease come from his friend next to him. Crowley didn't hold back the sneer he threw in the frog demon's direction.
"Ah, Hastur. How are you? Enjoy your time in voicemail?"
"Joke all you like. There's nowhere to run. Especially since I've caught you red handed hanging 'round a wank-winged angel."
Crowley decidedly ignored the angel's question and eased his foot off the break, and started driving forward, slowly at first. "Aren't you meant to be lining up, ready for battle around now?"
Aziraphale thankfully remained quiet. He had noticed that the car had started moving and looked worriedly at his friend. What had he planned?
"Hell will not forget. Hell will not forgive. You're done. Do you think you can get across that safely?" Hastur smiled deviously, a sight that made both Aziraphale and Crowley feel a great unease, especially when Hastur turned his black eyes to the angel's direction. "That's hellfire. Guaranteed to destroy your little pal. First a pet human, now a pet angel. You're unfit to be called a demon."
"Crowley, what did he mean by that? Has something happened to..." Aziraphale trailed off when the demon held up a couple fingers of his hand up in a warning to silence his next words. What had the vile being meant by 'pet human?' Had something happened to William? Then he realized what else Hastur had said, about the wall being made of hellfire. He looked into the impassive face of his friend. "Crowley?"
"You know Hastur, the thing i like best about time, is that every day it takes us further and further away from the fourteenth century. I really didn't like the fourteenth century. You would have loved it, then. They didn't have cars back in the fourteenth century. Lovely clever human people, inventing cars and motorways and windscreen wipers. You've got to hand it to them, haven't you?" He started driving faster along the shoulder, focusing straight ahead at the approaching fire.
"Why are you driving? Stop this thing!"
"Crowley, dear, what are you doing?" Aziraphale placed his hand on the demon's shoulder, disregarding the foul smelling demon in the back seat. The demon looked at him from the corner of his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Do you trust me, angel?"
Without hesitation, Aziraphale frowned and blurted out, "Of course not! You're a demon!" While buckling his seat belt.
Crowley grinned as he stepped on the gas, driving straight towards the fire, and Hastur became visibly panicked as they got closer. "What are you doing!? It's over! Stop driving!"
And yet Crowley remained silent, his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"That's not hellfire! That's the real thing!" Aziraphale looked at the demon who he just now realized had a frog hidden under a white shaggy wig. "You'll be discorporated too! And don't think hell will issue a new body."
The antique car approached the fire, and Crowley showed no signs of slowing, in fact he pressed down harder on the accelerator. "Well you know what they say, if you've got to go, do it in style! Hold on tight!"
Crowley laughed as they went into the fire.