Chapter 13: Breaking Chains - CLEAN

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Breaking Chains and Creating New Bonds
Memory and the hurt thats discovered.

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Crowley looked down into the blazing blue eyes, he could feel Aziraphale searching his very grace, something was still missing from them, there was an emptiness. Aziraphale pressed his head closer to Crowley's chest, hearing his heartbeat, slowly nuzzling his way up under his chin, no words said, a single vibrating pulse radiating off of Aziraphale. A dance, a song, a beckoning Crowley could feel, however, couldn't remember the steps or words. Crowley lifted his hand to Aziraphale's face trying to tip it up to look into his eyes. Aziraphale stepped closer to him, holding him to the door, pulses of something Crowley didn't understand continued slamming into him one after another, the breath he had never needed to be taken from him at each vibration.

Aziraphale's eyes blazed a blue fire, growing more desperate, more frustrated with each moment Crowley couldn't understand. Finally, Aziraphale looked up, meeting Crowley's golden glow, their eyes met Crowley felt as though he was falling from the Heavens through clouds quickly Crowley's eyes shut. Crowley hit the bottom of his fall with a resounding smack, no pain came, questioning himself if he had fallen. Crowley opened his eyes, taking in the darkness around him, he could see the glow from his own eyes lighting the way.

In a covered corner, Crowley found himself looking down at the glowing mark on the ground, absently Crowley touched his chest. Carefully he walked further out, leaving the spot where he had landed. Looking up into the vast open sky was awe-inspiring, spectacularly lit starfields, nebulas, lights of dancing colors, the breath he didn't need was stolen from him. Crowley remembered this view from somewhere; he couldn't remember why, but he knew it.

Looking out across a field of colors, flowers, stardust, and sparkle, Crowley saw an angel dancing, spinning, heavy chains still dangling from delicate wrists, dragging on elegant ankles that gracefully turned and pirouetted against the weight, regardless of how it pulled at her. Crowley walked closer, recognition of the being came to Crowley; she was the being that was chained in his dreams, being forced to shift between beings and genders. Her look this time was one of joy, singing a song that pulled at Crowley's heart, he watched her dance, hair of white glowing curls that shone off every strand, wrapping around her delicate features, floating off and away from her hourglass figure. A song of old descended from her lips; it pulled Crowley, he couldn't understand it, as she sang it, but he needed to go closer.

Large double wings unfurled from her, the more she sang, the happier she seemed, Crowley could see her better now. Spinning amongst the flowers, she danced and sang, then she would stop, her body flaring up with blackened flames of divinity before subsiding, the dance and her song would begin again. Crowley watched in utter amazement of her; she was beautiful, graceful beyond measure, her wings opened, pressing air under them only gathering a few feet before being pulled back down to the ground by the chains that bound her. On bended knee, her hair hung around her face, Crowley caught her attention as he came closer.

Silently she flipped her head up, platinum curls flying back over her shoulders, leaving a spray of silver and gold stardust that surrounded Crowley. Crowley watched her eyes open, burning blue embers, sparking with frustration, regret, pain, anger, need, desperation. Tentatively standing she took a step forward, she gazed at him, a tilt of her head, an instant recognition of him, a spark, a vibrating pulse so strong it bowled him over, waking him from the dream, only find Aziraphale dropping to the floor in front of him. Crowley caught Aziraphale under his arms, pulling him back to the bed and laying him down. Looking down at Aziraphale, he remembered the feeling of him, somehow, but not him. Crowley needed Gabriel to give him more information, now and not later, there was no time.

Crowley quietly closed the door behind him and walked out into the room only to find Gabriel already sitting on the couch, looking at him. "I felt it, you need your memories back and maybe finishing what happened is needed, at least before you bring him back together." Crowley tilted his head, coming to sit across from Gabriel, a nod of his head, he sat still trying to take in all that he saw. Gabriel sat back, taking a deep breath, "Remember you promised, no harm to Anathema or me, your kind of all of us can't break promises." Crowley growled lightly, hating the fact that an Archangel would know and remember that, but he sat back and listened.

"The story I will tell you is from long ago, much further than you would remember, at least now, but there is a way to get it all back, please keep that in mind, my friend." Crowley shifted under the weight of that word ~Friend~. "You and Aziraphale were born at the same time from different parents, his, as you know, were Raphael, and Beelzebub, who I am sure are going to be here once they realize that their child is here. You are a bit different; you are the child of Lucifer and Lillith; now that you were made aware of this and I am breaking every rule that was put into place, you will be summoned as well." Gabriel picked up the bottle of whiskey off the table, forgoing a glass, leaning back, drinking directly from the bottle.

"Anathema and I will need a new home, especially seeing as you promised to help get our child, and I will willingly go against every rule that was put in place at the time of the great war and the fall." Crowley nodded at him, trying to wrap his endlessly vast mind around what he was being told. Though it made sense why Hell could never hurt him and why he didn't fall, why did Aziraphale?

"Gabriel, why did Aziraphale fall, and what did you mean by bringing him together?" Crowley paused for a moment, "I will need more information about everything, but we need to take care of a potential problem, and from what I saw and felt in there, this situation might be just that." Gabriel sighed deeply.

"What you see here is Aziraphale, what he is, but with every pair of Nephalem one can switch, so your kind does not end. You both were made of celestial beings, both angelic and demonic, but because you were born, so must your offspring. Aziraphale was the one born with the ability to switch, which means together, he is stronger and more powerful than most, and because of your heritage, you are just as powerful. Together you can shake the very foundations of existence." Gabriel waited a moment, tilting his head, blazing violet eyes looked out at Crowley, whose eyes had started to flare.

"So why is he in two different realms then? Why is he apart, why can't I remember Gabriel?" Crowley sat on the edge of his chair, eyes flaring brighter. Gabriel felt Crowley's anger, realizing it wasn't at him, he comfortably sat back, continuing to drink.

"I started to train you, that is how you met Aziraphale, the two of you just well, you were the missing part of each other. Heaven was still learning what your kind were, it was just before the fall. The fall was already happening, it had already been decided who was falling. Hence why you are both divine and demonic, decisions were already made, but Heaven needed to know what made you tick if you were going to be a problem. Aziraphale changed one day, no one knew your kind could do that. It was when love entered the picture, you marked him, you had become bonded pair, you were the first. Micheal wanted to control your kind, she panicked when she realized what Aziraphale could do, it was the start of the fall. Micheal rushed you, her weapon drawn, your father saw and rushed forward, realizing you were going to be killed, but before he could reach you, Aziraphale threw themselves in front of you; they were hit while facing you." Gabriel touched the back of his neck. "That's where Aziraphale was hit by Micheals divinity, the marks you have was the way your bodies protected themself. You are made of both, so his body took what it could, but the rest went through him and splashed onto your chest, it was still too much that he took, you tried to hold him. You spun with him as he was struck by Micheals blade, Aziraphale wrapped his wings around you and took each blow from Micheal, one last strike with pure divinity, and he fell. Your father grabbed you before Micheals blade struck you and he willingly fell, guarding you with his wings, you both fell from Heaven."

Crowley fell back against the chair, his breathing slightly panicked, his body seemingly remembered even though his mind could not, "Why don't I remember any of that?" Crowley looked pleadingly at Gabriel before his eyes flicked back to his bedroom door. Crowley realized behind the door was another Nephalam, his soulmate who had given all they were to save him.

"Because, Crowley, I was sent to take your memories from you. You slept for a long time after that, and when you awoke, apparently someone keeps erasing your memories." Gabriel waiting for the glaze to leave Crowley's eyes.

"Why did you call me friend, Gabriel?"

"Because you were my friend, that was why Heaven sent me, they knew you would trust me, you wouldn't attack me. I am so sorry Crowley, I was so blind and didn't think for myself, yet, but I do now and am here. I can help give you back what I took from you, and I can show you what I remember from then. However, even though I kept your memories, there are many that you, you saw far too much. You will see Aziraphale fall unless you want me to keep those, I can." Crowley shook his head ~No~ he wanted all of his memories back he needed to know. "Alright, Crowley, just remember something, all the feelings, all the sights, sounds, smells everything is going to rush back to you." Crowley put his finger up.

"You didn't tell me why Aziraphale is in two realms at once." Gabriel visibly swallowed, Crowley's eyes started to flare again.

"When Aziraphale hit the floor, his divinity left that mark behind, he was shattered from the fall, it burnt its mark into the new Hell, it was the last effort for him to find you again, but as he fell, because of the pain, any being would do anything they could to stop the pain. Aziraphale kept switching between his two forms, when he hit, Aziraphale was her, and Micheal having followed sealed his mark, keeping his divinity in front of your door, for eternity. How E.D.E.N. somehow figured out what he was and that he could be more than one thing. I don't know, or even how anyone would be able to figure that out. In my opinion, Micheal still has something to do with this. She has been trapped here for as long as I can remember. You might be able to break the chains that hold her where she resides, since the fall." Crowley looked at Gabriel.

"I never mentioned chains Gabriel, how would you know that?" Gabriel looked down into the bottle.

"Your memories weren't wiped right away, you knew at one point that Aziraphale was shattered, but you couldn't find Aziraphale, neither could we, he just vanished. That's why you have been looking for something for years upon years. You've been trying to put him together, your mate, your other half, you may not have remembered, but apparently, your grace did." Gabriel looked remorseful as if part of him had broken by doing what he had been ordered. "Please let me help you, I can give you back what I have, but the rest is up to you, I don't know how being held like that for as many years will do, but if you don't, you'll never be whole and neither will he." Crowley nodded at him.

"Alright, Gabriel, do what you need to." Crowley leaned his head back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Gabriel looked at him like he had lost his mind. Watching Gabriel tried to hold back a chuckle.

"Crowley, what the hell are you doing?" Crowley opened one of his eyes with a shrug.

"I don't know, saw it in a movie."

"For the love of...just go into your room and lay down. You're going to need to be near him to find him. Sitting in a chair like I am going to hook you up to some machine, really Crowley." Gabriel followed him into Crowley's bedroom, giving him a light shove.

Crowley laid down next to Aziraphale, taking his hand in his. Crowley watched Gabriel, who touched his forehead and closed his eyes. Crowley watched, looking nervous when Gabriel peeked at him, "Just kidding, sorry I had too, that was just too funny Crowley, too many movies."

"You are a right ars..." Gabriel snapped his fingers before Crowley could finish his sentence, molten gold eyes slammed shut, sparks, lightning, spirals, stardust, a song. Crowley's mind was flooded with memories, sounds, songs, smells, and agony. Then screams. Screams he wanted to close out, he didn't want to hear those, he didn't want to smell that, what was that. Crowley could see himself screaming for someone, feeling heat dripping from his arms, he looked down, golden blood flowed over his arms.

"Oh god, help him, please, he's bleeding, help, him, NO...he's burning."

Then as the memory came back in full, the dimmed eyes he could barely see in other dreams came into complete clarity. Crowley saw those firey blue star dusted eyes looking back at him, the pain as the shine of a blade came down across Aziraphale's back. The feeling of blood pouring out of his mate, the struggle trying turn Aziraphale away from the sword. Aziraphale's white wings wrapped around Crowley, the sound of flesh being sliced through, the thunk of a bone stopping a blade. Aziraphale pushed Crowley away, his blood spraying Crowley with the effort, turning Aziraphale looked directly at Micheal as he fell, still defiant, switching himself between forms as he burned. Crowley remembered something that Gabriel didn't, Crowley had tried to catch Aziraphale, as Crowley flew towards Aziraphale, the faster Aziraphale fell. Aziraphale's wings were burning, turning to dust, Crowley could see the bones and the blood pouring out of Aziraphale's broken body. Crowley watched as Aziraphale arched backward, sending out one last pulse of love, protection, it hit Crowley throwing him back to Heaven's floors and away from Aziraphale, black flames engulfed him, Aziraphale vanished into a cloud of ash and smoke. To Crowley, Aziraphale was no more.

The pain of the memory encompassed Crowley, he curled in on himself, the sobs that left him, the cries that wracked his body were memories, he watched from somewhere else, but he felt them. A loud cracking noise caused him to turn suddenly seeing, Micheal, with her bloodied weapon raised, pointed at Crowley, who was on his knees, where Aziraphale had fallen. Tilting his head back, Micheal started to bring her weapon down to end Crowley. Crowley continued to watch as his father, his wings already blackened, already damned, wrapped himself around his son, and fell off the edge of Heaven. Crowley could still feel the warmth of his father as he held him, could hear his words, protecting him from the fall.

Crowley was gasping at the air he didn't need, remembering, watching his own life open before him. Watching he saw himself and his father, Lucifer land on the cold stone of Hell's floor. Both looked down at the glowing red mark on the ground. They had landed where Aziraphale had been thrown into and trapped. Crowley watched as Lucifer check him over, using what ability he had left to heal his son's wounds, but touching upon his chest, the mark would not be repaired. Lucifer left him then to gather the rest of the fallen, they were still his kin, Crowley caught glimpses of Beelzebub searching, then their eyes met, and they came to where Crowley stood.

Beelzebub dropped to their knees on the mark, eyes wildly searching the area for any trace of their child, for Aziraphale. So much sorrow it was overwhelming for even Crowley to view, to feel, they were his memories, he didn't want these but knew he had to have them all. As chaos ruled Hell, fallen angels were being collected, healed, and cared upon, Crowley saw Gabriel appear, Crowley started to go to him. Crowley watched Gabriel's hand go up, saw fallen angels running for him, a snap, then darkness, Crowley watched himself waking in his house, only knowing what he was. He worked for both Heaven and Hell. The pain was gone, the feeling of loss was not.

Gabriel had let his memories slip in with Crowleys, these he felt nothing but his own emotions, but it was chunks of information he needed, that Crowley had no knowledge of anymore. Crowley watched as Gabriel searched for Aziraphale, hunted and stalked for him, years on end looking until he finally found him. Crowley couldn't tell how many years had gone by, but Aziraphale had been chained, not awake, not asleep, but something altogether different. Gabriel waited, once the humans all around had gone, he went to Aziraphale's side, healing him, but even he could not break through to him, his mind was broken shattered and somewhere else.

Gabriel had gone back to Heaven to find out more information, but as he wandered the halls heading to the spire, he stumbled upon Micheal talking. Quietly he eavesdropped on Micheal, who was bragging about what they had done to Aziraphale. How Micheal kept him broken and wandering with the humans, his grace split and separate from one another, never to be together again, how his mate would suffer for all time. There was nothing Gabriel could do about it but keep Aziraphale alive, which, as Crowley watched Gabriel did. Gabriel even brought him around to be Aziraphale, he may not remember, but he was at least alive. What Gabriel had done was why he had been sent to E.D.E.N. by God. God had received information of what was happening.

Gabriel's memories became foggy shortly after his arrival to E.D.E.N., only flashes of Anathema, Aziraphale, and chains. Crowley could feel the happiness that befell Gabriel with every blink of Anathema, the Archangel absolutely had fallen in love with her, an Earth Angel. Crowley, unfortunately, saw how the child was conceived, he personally was going to hurt Gabriel for scarring him.

Gabriel's memories suddenly placed Crowley in a training arena; he stood in the middle of it, watching a younger version of himself. Gabriel was teaching him how to use a sword, although, in Crowley's opinion, he preferred a whip, to which Gabriel relented and handed young Crowley one. Crowley watched as Gabriel directed him, seeing himself spin, the whip flowing easily under Crowley's direction, the whip being used as an extension of himself; it was a part of him. Gabriel suddenly was smirking, Crowley's attention had been diverted, and as Crowley watched, he saw himself being toppled over by Gabriel. Crowley looked in the direction that he had been mesmerized by, he understood why. Crowley remembered it.

Gliding down from above was an angel, glowing, beautiful, soft, not all hard angles like the rest. Wings that he had never seen before on any angel, they gleamed white, barely-there colors spiraling through them, Crowley's eyes followed the line of the wings to starlit filled ebony fields of feathers encompassing the white. Crowley kept watching as the Angel stretched his wings out, there were two full sets of wings, the Angel locked eyes with him. A smile to end the ages beamed at Crowley, eyes of the most vivid blue, filled with nebulas worth of starlit colors, sprinkled with bits of gold and silver, ever moving. That was when Crowley had first seen Aziraphale, his Angel, his mate, his love, Crowley just didn't know it yet. Memories started to shift again, Crowley had to balance himself, it was still Gabriel's memory, but this one was different.

Standing behind a wall, Gabriel was watching Micheal, just beyond Micheal, Crowley could see himself and Aziraphale, alone. Crowley watched the memory, saw himself and Aziraphale walking under the stars, a song was being sung by Aziraphale, Crowley remembered the song. Crowley's heart ached to hear the song again, it was a song for him, a promise, an admission of love. Crowley watched and remembered, this was the place that they had first kissed, looking on he saw the kiss happen, his heart filled with a warmth of love.

Micheal growled, turning away from the two of them, the memories became fuzzier, darkness, Crowley found himself standing barefoot on soft grass, the sky above filled with the stars that matched his Angel's eyes. The music, he could hear his song, a song was being sung, he walked towards it, then he stopped seeing her, the trapped part of Aziraphale, she was still chained in the prison that Micheal had made for this part of Aziraphale.

Crowley wasn't sure how to fix this, but he was going to make it to her; this time, he wouldn't be stopped. Brilliantly beautiful hair floated around her as she danced, perpetually stuck in an endless song and dance, trying for too many years to escape. Crowley continued to walk towards her, she stopped on bended knee, her hair hanging in front of her face again, before she could lift her head and have her hair cast out the stardust, Crowley's fingers touched her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. Slowly she stood, blue flames taking him in, recognition of him, a smile to stop all time danced across her lips and over a tear-stained face. Gently her hand raised to Crowley's jaw, tracing it with nimble fingers, touching him softly afraid that he would disappear.

Crowley remembered the song, her touch, gentle, his, always his, memories flowed of how she had fallen, trying to protect him, half of her memories gone. Her lips brushed over his, her warmth filling him, hope, love, all that he had lost. Crowley's arms slipped around the delicate Angel in front of him, pulling her closer to him. He deepened the kiss ever so slowly. A thought of Aziraphale crossed Crowley's mind, sleeping next to him; he was here somewhere. Aziraphale filled Crowley's mind, the sounds of chains, then a dull thud, then another, another, a final one, Crowley felt her sigh into the kiss. Crowley felt when the collar on her neck fell away, she spun away from him her wings free. They shot out of her, into the air she flew, sighing and crying she was free, from within her a glow. It was small at first, but it grew.

Evermore extensive, encompassing her in the glow of her divinity and its entirety, pulling in on herself, wings enclosing around her, black flamed divinity exploded from her. Happiness, love, relief came from her as her feet touched the ground and knelt, facing away from Crowley. Walking back up to the Angel, Crowley saw the shimmer, the intake of breath, standing free of chains, and turning to him was Aziraphale. Blue eyes meeting golden pools of light, Aziraphale rushed to him, his hands touching Crowley's face.

"I remember you." Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, gently touching his face.

"I remember you." Crowley smiled back at him, pressing his face against Aziraphale's hand.

Crowley pulled Aziraphale to him, kissing him with a love of loss for far too many years. Aziraphale's hands reaching up and into long dark red curls and waves, they remembered. A love of ages past, when in Heaven they were in love and wanted more, instead, one gave all they were to save the other. Too many years since Aziraphale had fallen, and now he was together. The world around them shimmered into a vast open star-filled sky. Stars twinkled like diamonds, stardust shimmered and fell from Aziraphale's wings surrounding them.

Around them, their physical memory of what they were shimmered letting go of their celestial forms. Crowley's dark shimmering mist, gleefully danced and glided, through the nether faster than Aziraphale could keep up with. The darkness of the nether came to light as Aziraphale released a pulse of divinity, lighting everything, capturing Crowley's attention in its wake. Aziraphale caught him in his arms, the two tumbling through the nether till wings caught air. Aziraphale's bright shimmering grace reached out, gently touching, sliding around Crowley's misty shadowed grace.

Crowley's grace remembered the touch of Aziraphale's, without hesitation, silver, and golden threads intertwined. Broken and frayed bonds were healed, Aziraphales grace healing wounds that only the other could heal, Crowley looked on as Aziraphale shimmered in his form, beckoning him to follow. Crowley did as he was asked, letting his arms slide around his Angel, finally kissing him, knowing he was his. Crowley realized his search was over, his heart sang the same song as Aziraphale had been singing the entire rime. They were one again, and Aziraphale wasn't going to let him go, not until their bond was made again.

Crowley's instinct was never dampened by the lack of his memory; it was embedded in his very being. Aziraphale was built more on heavens' rules, fall, or not that would never change within his nature. Raphael's grace flowed through Aziraphale, his need for an eternal bond drove him to Crowley, one and only one would forever be his. Crowley's hand slid to the back of Aziraphale's neck, his celestial form shivered as his hand brushed over their mark. Their promise of forever burnt into both of them as a badge of loyalty, of eternity to never be broken.

Aziraphale's hand rested on Crowley's chest, tilting his head back he looked into Crowleys eyes. Tilting his head down their lips met, it was a gentle kiss, a promise of more, a promise of eternity. Silver threads reached out from Aziraphales' grace, pleading and caressing Crowley's grace. Eyes closed, their kiss deepened, becoming more, golden thread wrapped around Aziraphale's grace pulling him closer to Crowley. Sighing Aziraphale slid his hands into Crowley's hair, silver and gold intertwined together, colors of rainbows and stars flowed in and out of their grace.

Full wings of white, wrapped around them, falling through space and time, the angellic bond healed, connecting them together. Their memories becoming one again, Crowley remembered the song, remembered the words of old, his arms tightened around his Angel. Aziraphale's wings opened, catching the air above the waters of their singular world. Crowley felt the sudden stop and opened his eyes, pulling away from the kiss he looked around him. Aziraphale smiled, letting his wings glide them down to the soft grass of their hillside over the ocean. The sky was bright with stars that they had created together, matching his Angel's eyes, a nebula that Aziraphale had made, golden stars surrounding a darkened star. They were home, what they had created together so long ago.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale, smiling, seeing his golden threads encompassing his grace, protecting him. Reaching out to touch Crowley, Aziraphale breathed deeply, a sigh that he had been holding for countless years. Crowley pulled him into his embrace, seeing the silver threads spiraling around him, Crowley realized he had the angelic bond he so desperately needed. Picking Aziraphale up, Crowley's wings unfurled, thrusting them both into the air in a spin of joy, Crowley kissed Aziraphale deeply, his forever was with him, and he wanted to show him.

It was when Aziraphale parted his lips in a puff of air that allowed Crowley to taste his angels' lips, that the world started to shift. The world around them heated, the glow of embers and fire blazed. Darkness was lit by red and golden stars, the sparkle of ash burning through the air, a cavern of glittering gold. Crowley's Hell enveloped them, encompassing them in the heat that Crowley needed and desired had to have. Aziraphale breathed deeply smelling his loves scent, apples, trees, cinnamon, fire, Aziraphale needed to be enveloped within Crowley's demon.

Crowley pulling away from the kiss, his golden eyes flames of need, his fingers snapped, the world curled around them. Aziraphale opened his eyes; he was awake. Shuddering Aziraphale blinked pure blue flames into existence. Crowley's need to claim Aziraphale was feral, a deep-seated animal curled deep within him that needed to make the world at large know that Aziraphale was his. Aziraphale was built to be able to take his claiming, he longed for it, he needed it just as much.

Crowley's wings unfurled, catching the air, letting them gently glide to the ground, feathers of white and ebony littered the ground they laid on. The glittering ash sparkled floating around them. Crowley looked down on his Angel, Aziraphale tilting his head to the side, opening his neck and shoulder for Crowley. Slowly Crowly opened the buttons on Aziraphale's shirt. Sliding the sky blue shirt from Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley sighed, placing kisses between his neck and shoulder, knowing he was going to leave a mark there. Aziraphale shuddered under his demons touch, his breath against Aziraphale's skin lighting him up.

Aziraphale's wings unfurled, divinity glowing flames, above and around them blackened mists of fire filled with all the colors of the stars. Crowley looked, and let his hand run through flames that caused him no harm, Aziraphale draped his arms around Crowley's neck, pulling him into a gentle kiss, one that soon turned into something more. Crowley's wings erupted into pure flames of Heaven, devouring the hellfire of his wings. Aziraphale's wings reached up and folded towards Crowleys.

Together as their wings touched, the flames surrounded them, encompassing them in its own aura. Crowley ran his fingers through Aziraphjales hair, pure lights of silver dances off his Angel, touching him gently, coaxing golden drops of sunlight from Crowley. A sigh, a slight gasp Azirpahel let his head fall to the side, Crowley peppered Aziraphale neck with kisses, open touches of his tongue tasting his Angel, finding where his instinct would tell him to claim Aziraphale as his own.

Crowley's hands ran down the center of Aziraphale's bared back, suddenly Aziraphale erupted with silver threads of light, dancing, caressing, and desperately wrapping around Crowley. In answer, Crowley let go of anymore worry, a golden fire erupted from Crowley brighter than any sun, burning away any impurities of their bond. Silver and golden light wrapped around them, lifting them from the ground, covering them with each other for all eternity. The bond of eternity and forever, completed as Crowley let his mouth close over his Angel's shoulder, gently pressing his fangs into worried flesh.

An audible gasp of finality as the bond glowed and attached them together. All memories from Crowley's side of the bond came rushing back, he heard the song Aziraphale had created for him, heard him singing it to him. Crowley tightened his arms around his Angel, seeing him for the first time, touching him, the smile that Aziraphale always had for him. Aziraphale leaving flowers for him when he thought Crowley didn't see him. All the love that they had built together came flooding back to him. Crowley's Angel, his love, his mate, he remembered why Aziraphale had changed.

Crowley saw the two of them talking about a family, together, living by an ocean, leaving Heaven and Hell, being on their own side. Aziraphale had changed in front of him, the argument when they both said things they shouldn't have. The moment when Crowley saw Aziraphale running at him, wings fully extended, blocking something, protecting him. Felt the massive hit of the blade as Aziraphale fell into his arms, white wings wrapping around him, lovingly, the tears, the blood, his Angel still trying to turn back. The last slice of the blade and the heavy hit into the bone.

The fall of his Angel, he tried so hard to catch him, but again, his Angel protected him. Crowley growled as his teeth bit in harder, tasting the golden silver tainted blood in his mouth, more memories came forward. Micheal, as Crowley knelt there, trying to hold onto his memories, Micheal who came at him with her sword raised, screaming at him that his kind should have never been. Crowley remembered not caring as the last bit of a thread burned away from his Angel, lifting his head Crowley wanted the blade, he waited and wished for it.

Blackened wings wrapped around him, then they were falling, his father Lucifer, holding him, taking the fires that burnt him for his child. Reassuring him that it would all be alright, that he had him. Crowley sobbed into the bite he had on Aziraphale shoulder, then without warning the memories changed, they weren't Crowleys; they were Aziraphale's. Crowley didn't feel the pain, but he saw the fire, he watched his feathers burn to ash, saw his skin blackened and blister, hearing Aziraphale screaming Crowleys name was too much, Crowley tried to let go of the bite. Aziraphale placed his hand on the back of Crowley's head lovingly, lacing his fingers in his long red curls, keeping him there.

Crowley sobbed, seeing the floors of Hell speeding towards him, the sudden stop, he felt when Aziraphale shattered, heard his other half screaming. Aziraphale had stood, looking down at the mark on the floor, a blackened hand running to the back of his neck holding it. Crowley watched, seeing when the last thread of them snapped, frayed and burnt away. Aziraphale was the only one that was there, the scream that his Angel released from him shook the very foundations of Hell, he erupted with blackened flames tainted by divinity. Aziraphale collapsed to the ground, Crowley saw his mother Lilith, rush to him, picking him up with what strength she had left. The images changed for only a moment as a shimmer, Liliths face appeared, she was talking to Aziraphale, Crowley only made out a few words.

"I need to take your memories, Aziraphale or Micheal will find you, don't worry, my love, my son, will find you again, remember that, we love you Aziraphale...remember, Anthony loves you, Crowley loves you."

Then everything stopped, until eyes opening again for the only moment, glimpses of seconds through the years, before Gabriel began to appear in the visions, always helping, him, healing Aziraphale. Gabriel would feed him, give him water, clean him, protect him, then as images changed Aziraphale started to make new memories, he slowly came back, not remembering but alive. Crowley watched as the bond continued to form as all the memories were shared between them; the bond would be solidified. For all eternity they would be whole again, Crowley sobbed and bit down, hard, Aziraphale shuddered his hands tightening in Crowley's hair.

E.D.E.N. came into view, Aziraphale was already working there, through years after years, Crowley watched as Aziraphale was used, his memory erased, imprisoned when it didn't work. Slowly the years continued to go by. Aziraphale's hands continued to gently run through Crowley's hair as the bond grew, as the light started to curl in on them, pulses and vibration of love, need desire, longing, the feeling of togetherness jumbled all the feelings of forever into one vibrating, rotating pulse around them.

Crowley recognized the building he saw. It was E.D.E.N., but it was looking at himself as a serpent. Aziraphale watched Crowley as a serpent, and his heart, rumbled, the grace he didn't know he had was reaching desperately for Crowley. The view switched as Crowley was looking out of his serpent eyes at an angel, his soul, his grace was reaching for him, from the moment he had laid eyes on Aziraphale. Crowley remembered feeling his heartbeat when he saw the Angel. Crowley's memories became ones that he remembered, the bond started to finalize, the gold and silver threads braiding themselves into something more, it wrapped around them finally, attaching hearts, attaching their grace to one another for all time.

Crowley let go of his mark, kissing it gently, letting healing run through him as he kissed his Angel. Their arms wrapped around each other as their wings surrounded them. They were bonded again, they were one, they were whole. Suddenly the flames, the powers of them joined, into one, the walls of Hell shook with the power that their explosion of hellfire and divinity, love, and as the promise of forever erupted from them.

Time stopped in Hell for only a moment, the Prince and Lucifer were not affected, but they saw it, the power surge that flowed through was unidentifiable. Lucifer and Beelzebub both smiled from where they were in Hell. Knowing that their children had found each other again. Understanding the power of the two together, Hell had to make plans to keep them alive.

Heaven saw the time stop, but the divinity that bowled over Heaven was stronger than anything they had ever experienced. God knowingly smirked, knowing Heaven was going to need the two Nephalam. Micheal started making plans, he needed to let Shadwell know that they had a problem, but how could they control them. E.D.E.N. was going to be prepared for them, and capturing one, would control the other.

Gabriel shuddered under the power that came out of Crowley's room. It bounced off the walls, filled the house with energy that Gabriel had never experienced before. Taking his breath away, Anathema grabbed Gabriel dragging him back to the bedroom, ripping at his clothes as he kicked the door shut.

As the flames and divinity faded away, they found themselves in Crowley's bed together, Crowley pulling Aziraphale as close to him as he could, in the room that reminded him he would always be alone, now held him and his future. Crowley had his match, had his memories and he remembered everything, there was Hell to pay, Micheal was at the top of the list, but first Crowley's newfound group of friends needed to go back to E.D.E.N. and find Gabriel and Anathemas, child. The rest would fall into place afterward. For now, Crowley was going to rest with his mate, taking care of him, loving him, and maybe more.