Chapter 5: The Book.

A long chapter as my chapters are going. I'm listening to pretty music:)

"Crowley this is what I wanted to show you." They were in standing in Aziraphale's bookstore and the angel was holding out a book. He looked extremely happy and was almost glowing.

"'Zira, what is it?" Crowley asked uncertainly.

"It's a newer version of the 'Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter'."

"Aziraphale, she died in the sixteenth century. There can't be a new one."

"No Crowley. She wrote it before she death. Agnes Nutter predicted that the apocalypse would be adverted and then the future after it. Crowley, read it. It is!" The angel was extremely flustered. Crowley read it to calm him down more than anything, although the angel was rather attractive with his hair getting all tussled and his cheeks that shade of rosy pink. As he read, Crowley's eyes became wide.

"Aziraphale, where did you get this?"

"Oh, I went to visit Anathema and Newt. You remember how they were expecting, well it was a lovely girl. Well anyway, Anathema have it to me, because her and Newt wanted it out of the house."

After a couple moments of thought, "I don't blame them. Can we find out what all of it means?"

"I've already started Crowley. All of the book is on reference cards like Anathema and her family had the first. I've also already started translating the first couple. Come look,"

"Right then."

Together with congealing cups of cocoa they worked through the book. It took them ages. The book, whilst being the same size as the original, only covered the first 12 years after the almost - apocalypse. Then there was another apocalypse. No hint this one was going to be averted either. However, there was some rather strong hints that Beelzebub and Metatron were going to get their act together.

"Oh bother," said Aziraphale.

"You're right, but I would of have used stronger language,"

"So, we have fourteen years left until the end of the world," 'And of parting,' was the silent end of that sentence they both thought, but didn't say.

They brooded. Neither of them liked the world ending very much. No more lunches, no more feeding the ducks, no more alcohol, no more people and no more seeing each other. They sat in contemplative silence.

"Crowley, I would fall for you. You know that don't you?" Aziraphale asked, almost in tears.
"No you bloody well won't. I won't let you. Damn it Aziraphale, we have to stop the apocalypse. You know they won't let me handle the antichrist again."

"We could hunt him down and kill him," there was a glimmer of hope in Aziraphale's voice.

"We could, but that would only prolong it, and make it worse on us in the final judgment."

Adam heard all of this. He wasn't much older than when he nearly destroyed the world (12 years old now), but he had learnt a lot in a short time. He knew he was the first son of Satan and that gave him certain privileges. He also knew that these wouldn't be solely his if another antichrist was born. Adam planned to watch these two some more.

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