Hi,y'all!
First things first this is my first fanfic so please be gentle. Second, if any characters seem ooc I apologize; but keep in mind that in this au, thing turn out very different. And,the characters may change a bit. Thirdly I will be using some of the text for the book.
Important Note!!
I did not create nor do I own the characters featured in this story! All the credit goes to the amazing Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman for giving us these amazing characters!
On that note, I hope you enjoy it!
It was a quiet night.If you ignored the fact that a black car was being driven far over the speed limit, and was currently blasting Queen so loud that the next ten blocks could hear it, if there was anyone living in the area that is.
The car was being driven by a man.A man who had dark curly hair that was tied up out of his face, and a worried look on his face.Their eyes(hidden behind blood red sunglasses despite it being in the middle of the night)were shifting nervously from the road to his radio.As of a message would come threw it a over the reason as to what reason he was doing driving to a cemetery in the middle of the night.
"What the bloody heaven do they want?Did they find out that I have been lying to them?No,if they did they would have sent me back down all ready.Did they find out about...No they couldn't have.Other wise Angel and I would be dead right now..."all these thoughts and more we're goin through the man's mind.However as they saw the rusting gothic gate's an old cemetery all of these thoughts seem amplified.
"Keep it under control,"they thought,"Just get this over with, and then you can leave."
Meanwhile in an old cemetery, with a rusting gothic gate surrounding it, two strange looking men were talking. Or rather one of them was complaining about the the third member of their party who had yet to arrive, while; the second person was listening equally annoyed. But they were not what they seemed to be. They were demons.
"He is late.He should have been here hours ago,"said an annoyed voice.This was Hastur, a duke of Hell.He was an extremely tall man. He was usually pale with a yellow under tone almost like he sent most if not all of his life under ground, with acid green eyes.Wearing a trench coat that was covered in a green slug.
His current company was as a short looking man, or rather someone who was short compared to him.In actuality he was of adverted height. He was also a unusual pale color however he had a little more color to him. He was wearing a pea coat that was torn rather badly in several places in. This was Ligur.
"I can see a light," said Hastur, "Here he comes now, the flash bastard." Hate clearly in his voice as a pair of headlights came barely towards them.
"Say, what does he go by nowadays," Ligur asked with slight curiosity in his voice.
Hastur didn't respond. He was watching a black 1926 black Bentley come to a halit in front of them. Glaring at the machine, or rather the person who who was driving the vehcile.
Then, as if it was a terrible curse, he said,"Crowley."
The door to the car opened to reveal the demon they were meeting that night.
The person stopped their car in front of the two men they were meeting that night. One was tall and wearing a badly stained green trench coat. The other looked as though his coat got caught in a shredder. Both were so pale that if they were not wearing their coats you would probably not be able see them in the headlights.
"Show time," they thought bitterly. Reaching for his door handle, they took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car.
Two demons see another demon this one had a darker skin complexion then they do, wearing a black sheer button down, tight black jeans, black and red heeled boots, blood red sunglasses hiding nerves yellow snake eyes, and dark curly hair was tied up out of his face. And, though the others could not see it due to their headlights still being on was a worried look.However with a snap of their fingers the headlights were off, and there was a cocky grin on his face.
"Hail Satan!"
"Hail Satan!"
"Let's get this over with," Crowley thought to themselves.
"Sorry that I am late. Traffic was hell... Hail Satan," said smooth voice, a voice that could convince anyone to convince any sin they won't someone to make.
This was Crowley a demon who has been on Earth almost since it was created. A demon who has been on the Earth for 6000 years.
"Right so let me get this straight," Crowley said looking the basket he was just handed ,"Downstairs wants me to take this kid to the demonic church, and just leave him," he said this as though they were going over a grocery list.
That was not the case of what was gong on in their mind. His thoughts were racing inside his head. In the short amount of time that Crowley was in that graveyard they have learned three things: they shouldn't have fudged on their paperwork, he is now in charge of delivering the Antichrist to said demonic church, and Armageddon was going to happen-unless they do something to stop it. They had to protect their home. He had to protect his angel.
"Yeah that sums it up,"Hastur said with a some what smug look on his face. Thinking that Crowley was like this because he didn't want to even near the kid. Much less have him in his precious car. When did those metal thing come to be anyway? Why back in his day there were hours, and you could kill so long a you had a justifiable reason, what ever that is.
Crowley opened the top of the basket that was given to him not too long a go, and knew almost immediately that they had to safe what lied in the basket. Inside was a baby boy with golden hair that was already curling. He was fast a sleep... Having no idea that the fate of the world was hanging in the balance of his small hands. Crowley put a finger in the basket, and the sleeping boy imminently grabbed it. Crowley watched the sleeping boy for a minute.
"I hope I won't regret this- Yeah not happening. I am taking him, but I am not taking him to that church. I am taking him home with me," Crowley said.
"What," Hastur said deadly serious.
"That is not the plan Crowley!He is to-"
"Since when do we do what we are supposed to do," Crowley interrupted Ligur ,"And think about it... If I raised him it would insure that he would be raised to do what we need him to do. He would be so evil our lord would be proud."
Hastur and Ligur looked at each other, unsure of what to do. He made a point it would insure that that thing would bring Armageddon. However- A glazed look came over them. It looked as if something slipped into their minds.
"I hate it when they do that.It gives me the creeps," Crowley thought.
He was just happy that it was not them who had to talk to who ever it was those idiots where talking to. Just talking to them in the short amount of time that he has been talking to those two. Though he would like to be kept in on the loop on what they were "talking" about to the office about this situation. They hoped that this would work. Maybe he shouldn't have talked to Angel just before-
A cry broke threw the night.Crowley looked at the basket, and grabbed the crying baby out of it. Now that his eyes were open he saw that the little boys eyes were a eden green... Just like heaven had been before he fell.
"Shhh.It is okay we will be out of here soon you little shit.Are you cold?Give me a second," a blanket that was as black as a ravens feathers suddenly appeared in Crowleys' hand.He used it to wrap the cring boy cooing at him.
"There that is not so bad is it now you little-"
"Atem"
Crowley looked up. To see two very pissed off demons starting at him, as if he had just taken the last kill in a hunt. They smirked, looks like luck was on their side tonight.That was a charge of pace for once.
"Well then. It was great talking to you, but I have to go. Rase the Antichrist all that jazz. Have a great night boys. See you in hell in a year or so," Crowley said turning around and walking to his car.
As he went to the back seat a carseat for, the now sleep, little devil in his arms appeared. He set the boy in it a magically fasten itself. He turned only to come in contact with a chest. Crowley looked up at Hastur, and rated an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"I don't trust you Crowley," Hastur said, voice dripping with poison.
"Well looks like you are going to have take it up with the office... Doesn't it," Crowley said smugly.
Hastur looked from Crowley to the sleeping baby in the back seat. He looked at Crowley again. This time he looked at him dead in the eyes, or rather he thought he couldn't tell with those damn glasses.He knew that he was up to something he just didn't know what.
"Good bye Crowley. Hail Satan!"
"What ever. Hail Satan."
Crowley went to the driver sideband slammed the car door closed. They let out a sigh of relief. Only to look in the review mirror when they heard a little whine come from their charge.
"I need to call Aziraphale don't I? And maybe give you a name so I can stop calling a little shit," Crowley said as the car roared to life.
Right before he started to pull out he looked at the sleeping boy. And thought about someone who they had not thought of at the time.
"How does Adam sound you little devil?"
Author's note
That is a wrap for the first chapter