A/N: I might post this chapter before or after comments go through but just in case, I forget to do…Thank you. I know it might be weird to say so but it might help with future chapters. Sorry for the confusing introduction for the servants of my OC but I couldn't figure out a way to make it more ominous.
"Newt what are you doing here," inquired Aziraphale. Newt began to answer when footsteps could be heard approaching them. Turning around they noticed that Anathema coming towards them.
"Hello, everyone," Anathema smiled quickly, "I'm guessing that you brought the letter with you."
"Yes, we did," Crowley mumbled uncomfortably. While he answered the letter was handed to Anathema to have a look at.
While checking the letter she motioned to the men to follow her into the small cottage. Deciding to read it over and see where it came from. But nothing came of it. For example, no return address and no aura surrounding it allowing a type of signal to lead back too. Finding this strange Anathema read the letter to make sense of anything.
"Do you know anyone by the name who signed the letter," questioned Anathema, "or why this person is asking to draw wings on the back of the letter?"
"No, clue that is why we came to you to see if they could be found," Aziraphale politely answered.
"Maybe do try with the drawing on the back and see what happened," Newt quietly said. Both agreeing, Aziraphale was the one to draw the wings.
After the wings were added the paper shifted into a small bird and flapped around crazily. After a short moment the small paper bird swirled around both Aziraphale and Crowley in a small burst of light. Once the burst of light cleared both the angel and demon where gone. Confused of what happened Anathema and Newt went to check the spot than left to go to London. When the flash of light ended for the angel and demon, they were standing outside of the Museum of London. Confused both of them walked inside towards the reception desk.
"Excuse me, but do you know anyone by the name of Nephilim," mentioned Azirphale, "that works here by any chance?"
"No," the receptionist answered, "but we do have someone who can. Shall I call him up here or do you want to meet him in 'his' exhibit?"
"We would go to the exhibit," Crowley mentioned, "might be faster."
"Ok then follow me," the receptionist cheerfully smiled. From that they followed her towards the 'Roman London' exhibit. Upon arriving Aziraphale looked around wondrously until he spotted a man cleaning a glass case.
"That would be the man who need to talk to," the receptionist pointed out. The man she pointed out was a six-foot tall male, wearing a navy three-piece suit with a purple undershirt. From the angle he was facing seemed to have blackish brown long hair in a braid with purple eyes that almost looked blue.
A/N (part 2): So, this might be it for chapters for a while. I know it took me a moment to post this one but I didn't know how to proceed. But I am about to start school within the week of posting this, I just didn't want you as the readers to think I forgot about this story.