"What a lovely weather!" Aziraphale said from the chair in his comfy bookshop.

"It's raining." Crowley snorted next to the angel. "Ugh, nothing to do, just sit inside and mop. Oh, joy."

"Yesterday you complained that it was sunny."

"Because in such situations, humans are going out with their little rats..."

"Children."

"... and suddenly you cannot find any quiet place and everything is overcrowded. Once, I almost killed a five years old, because he was jumping up and down on my bench..."

"You did what!?" Aziraphale's cup fall down.

"Come on, I said 'almost', just made a little 'jump-scare', he is probably fine by now and making his parents miserable." Crowley used his magic to repair the broken porcelain and the mess quickly vanished.

"Thank you, that was my favourite cup... " the angel took a deep breath. "Just please, don't do such things again. This poor child had to be traumatized."

"I don't promise anything, but I may say that I would try." the demon smirked from his chair.

"But I wonder, what is your perfect weather in that case?"

"I would be satisfied with 60 degrees of Celsius. Give me that hellish temperature every day!"

"That's too hot for my liking."Aziraphale pointed at the window. "I would take that lovely rain instead."

"Don't be ridiculous. It would... What's this? There is water on the floor. One of the pipes broke? Oh, shit! Quite a lot of water actually!"

"I dare to say that it would match nicely to your favourite temperature." the angel joked, not at all disturbed by the growing puddle.

"What?" Crowley started panicking, as the water quickly reached the level of his knees. "What's going on?!"

"It's just rain, dear. Sit and relax. It will be over soon."

"No, get up, we must leave now!"

"You may leave, if you wish so."

"Angel?"

"Archangel." Aziraphale's eyes had never been so dominant and unfamiliar. "And I definitely know, where I should be."

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"NO!" Crowley screamed and soon found himself falling down from his bed, which ended with him painfully sprawled on the floor.

When demons, or angels, visited the human world, they did not sleep. They were just taking short naps. All thanks to the paranormal power, which kept their bodies in perfect health, also without the need of a full time rest, food and so on. (They could get intoxicated by particular substances (e.g. wine), but the effect could vanish whenever a being wished it.). Anyway, a nap was not sufficient to have a dream, or a nightmare, however visions concerned a much different thing.

Crowley hoped that it was not it. Some of his 'mates' from the underworld were able to see the future, but visions were always hard to explain, leaving demons actually more confused than before. Personally, he never experienced it and could only guess that it was it, and if it really was a premonition, Crowley didn't like it at all.

Aziraphale was not here... good. He didn't need him. Especially, that it was the Heaven, who brought the Second Great Flood on the whole Earth three years ago. Leaving Crowley and other survivors to abandon their cars in favour of boats. (Oh, his poor car. The demon named his ship 'Bentley', but it was a far cry from his lovely vehicle.)

The bad thing was that he was alone in his black luxurious yacht in the middle of newly created European ocean, it was raining and the water was leaking through the ceiling.

ooo

Crowley's yacht was not big, but not small. Just huge enough for one person, as he liked to say. Mostly to himself, as since the beginning of the global catastrophe and as finding food became really difficult, the demon preferred to avoid any company. Which obviously should not be hard to do, as presently oceans covered 90% of Earth... except sometimes the fate had other plans.

"Ahoy, there!" a beardly sailor greeted the demon from his ship.

"Fuck off!" Crowley, as soon as the sun appeared on the sky, took his sunbed on the small deck and poured himself a drink (basing on the state of his food supplies, it would be his last one for a very long time. The demon was seriously considering killing somebody, if only it would get him more alcohol. The potential victim seemed to be very close.).

"Oh, that wasn't very friendly..." the poor man said from his old fishing vessel, which basing on empty nets, hadn't had a good hunt. "I don't think that we are needed here, Elinor."

"But George, we should at least tell him about the settlement in Canada Square." a woman with a nice voice spoke to her partner. "He should know that there is a place to stay, when another storm would come."

"Should we?" the sailor grumbled. "The gent here seems doing just fine. Not like us and other refugees."

"I can hear everything!" the demon interjected. "And no, I don't need anything from you!"

"Well, in that case, good Sir ("NO, GOOD!" Crowley shouted.), it surely won't hurt to ask if you would have some food to spar..." Elinor didn't finish the sentence, most people became stunned for a few minutes, when the demon removed his sunglasses. Why did humans just simply couldn't get the hint and leave him alone?

"... sir?" George unfrozed as the first. "It's not for me, but for my wife, she needs energy to feed our son... Umm... you have very unique eyes..."

The demon frowned, but after a longer observation, he could see that a small bundle in woman's arm was actually an infant child. As soon as Elinor felt the devil's eyes on her baby, she seemed to take a few steps back and pulled the boy even closer to her body, while in the same time, her right hand grabbed something behind her. A gun? It always astonished Crowley how mothers were able to change into bloody beasts in matter of seconds, when a devil spotted their offspring.

"George! Elinor! I broke... I mean I fixed the engine, it should work until we get home." a new voice was heard from below the deck and soon a young dark haired man with glasses materialized next to the pare. "Oh, my, it's you!"

"Huh?"

"It's me. Newton Pulsifer!" the man said, hardly terrified by demon's eyes or cold atmosphere around them.

"Who?"

"Don't you remember? I was with Anathema, the descendant of Agnes Nutter."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"A witch!"

"Nope, nothing. Or was she a sea witch? I met one on Friday. Oh, what a night we had!"

"Ugh! The apocalypse! Adam! Tadfield! I was there! I helped to stop atom bombs!"

"Whatever." Crowley shrugged. He remembered it well, but the life before the flood seemed so surreal and it was pointless for him to muse over it.

"And oh, Anathema asked me to tell you that we have pubs in our port."

"Why didn't you say so it in the beginning!?"

ooo

"Wow, who have thought, that we would meet again, and in such place!" Newton babbled excited. "Years ago if somebody told me that I would be speaking to the devil, I would have never believed it."

It was decided that Pulsifer and Crowley would take 'Bentley' to Canada Square, while the sailor family would stay at the sea and make another try at catching fishes for the settlement. In demon's opinion, the real reason was much different, but he wasn't there to judge.

"Exactly, the devil." Crowley showed his sharp teeth.

"Ummm... would you like to have some chips?" suddenly a terrified Newton managed to take out a small bag from his destroyed coat and present it to the hellish being.

Crowley didn't bother to take just 'some chips', he took the whole bag. Oh, may he was in Heaven (figuratively speaking).

"So Canada Square? Any relation to that sky tower in London?" the demon asked.

"Actually, it is it." the young man replied, while checking if the yacht was going in the right direction. "When first heavy rains stopped, the building's upper floors were still above the water, then slowly more boats started gathering around it and after some time - a settlement, or a port, was made. Can you imagine that we have a few pubs, a hospital and school? It's amazing! Maybe we would even manage to have a small theatre!"

"How do you know that it is a safe place?" Crowley asked barely moved by Newton's optimism. "The weather is unpredictable and your little port may vanish in matter of seconds. And I'm not counting pirates."

"Well, Anathema foretold it. Actually only thanks to her we managed to survive." Pulsifer looked around at open sea. "It was so strange. One day we were having a picnic, and on the next one - she woke up, started screaming about the flood, buying a boat and canned food. A lot of canned food. And..."

"I don't care." the demon interjected coldly.

It was clear that his passenger wanted to speak back, but Newton had to remind himself, to whom he was talking to and held his tong.

"Did she have any other interesting premonitions?" Crowley asked.

"She told me that for now, we should focus on helping as much people as we can. Usually by informing them about Canada Square. It's so weird that we leave above an underwater city. The real London doesn't exist any more, as well as Tadfield..."

"To the point."

"Umm... we don't know why, but waters there are very calm and even clean."

"Clean? That's must be a joke. Not with a polluted city like that."

"Yeah, strange... " Newton had been silent for few minutes only to ask his final question. "Mr. Crowley... What have happened to Earth? Everything disappearing under the water, it came in matter of months. It isn't just because of the global warming, is it?"

"Haven't your girlfriend already answered on that question?"

"Yes, she did. Actually, I don't know what would be worse... Thankfully, we are still together." Crowley wanted to snort, but his throat somehow became too sore. "And you, how did you end up here?"

"Haven't you noticed I was sunbathing, when a few miserable fishermen decided to pass my way?"

"Oh, well. When Anathema told me today that I would bring a familiar person back to our port, I've never expected that it would be you."

Great. Crowley groaned mentally, he ended in the witch's premonitions. But he could also try consulting with her his own vision.

"And your friend?" Pulsifer asked suddenly.

"Who?"

"The person, who was with you on the apocalypse day. Is he all right?"

"You may not know, but he was an angel." the devil told him stoically.

"Oh, I see. But you seemed..."

"It was a temporary truce." Crowley didn't allow him to finish. "We worked with each other because we had one goal - to stop the apocalypse." he sighed, while gazing at sea. "Waste of time, if anybody would ask me."