Aziraphale sat in his book shop, tracing the embroidery of a certain Hebrew novel with his finger when he felt it. He couldn't even describe it; the only thing close he could resemble it to was the odd six sense humans have when they feel presences come into a room.
It was only a small amount like that, he was sure humans didn't feel like they had been electrocuted at the same time.
This could on mean one thing, a powerful entity was close.
Very close, maybe even in the same town as him. When the he felt the feeling of electrocution instead of burning he knew it wasn't a demon, which had shocked him even more. An angel, the feeling of an arch angel in fact was in London. Right. Now.
Az hadn't spoken to one of his arch angel brothers in years, let alone seen one. They usually had much more important stuff to do in heaven, he never knew what exactly just that it had a lot of pearl coloured tape around it that only higher ranking angels could see.
Something had to be important for one to come down here. But the question was what? It wouldn't be about him, if it was they would have just spoken within his head instead of bothering to come down. It couldn't be about any of the humans, arch angels tolerate the living but much prefer the expired versions. And it couldn't be any demons, the only demon around is Cro-
No, that was ridiculous right? What would anyone want with Crowley?
Az decided that maybe it was time to take a page out of the serpents book. Maybe he should leave this one alone and besides, he knew if he got between and arch angel and his target he would just be asking for trouble.
So Aziraphale sat down quietly, opened the old pages of his book and tried his luck at ignoring.
oOOoOOoOOoOOo
Meanwhile, Crowley was experiencing something he hadn't felt in a long time. Horror.
Oh he felt fear with the apocalypse, especially when he was handed with the devils spawn. But even then, Crowley's positive attitude shone through and made him look at all the positives of his life.
Oh did he wish for something as small as fear now.
Moments after Crowley had been pondering his weird feelings he heard a knock at the door. As soon as Crowley chose to ignore it in his head, he then heard a smash, some glass breaking and quiet footsteps.
At first Crowley seemed a little irritated. Burglars? At 2pm? God they were getting cocky. But soon afterwards a feeling started. A horrible, intense pressure with a harsh electric edge. Even then Crowley was calm, he kept telling himself that he wasn't thinking straight that it couldn't be what he thought it was.
That was of course until the person in question came round the corner, with a set of ice cold blue eyes.
Crowley instantly flew to his feet backing away so quickly that he managed to through a painting off the wall just with his impact to it.
Michael merely glanced at Crowley with a dull expression, and made his way slowly into the room.
Even in his human form it was hard to look at Michael. Being one of higher arch angels, Michael could make lower demons combust by them just being in his presence in his natural form, and could even do it in his human form if he wanted to. Due to this Crowley had to keep his glasses glued to his face, and even then try not to look directly at him.
"Crawly, it has been some time" Michael said with a monotone voice, looking dreamily out of the window.
Crowley did not bother to correct Michael, mainly due to feeling like he couldn't breathe. So he merely nodded in reply.
This was going to be a long day.
