Shall we both take the fall? (Azi/Crowley)

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Shall they both take the fall, together? The Angel and his Demon?

Part of Fandom Shorts / Aziraphale/Crowley series

Shall we both take the fall?

"It's now or never, Angel. The time to make up your mind."

"But… but it's… the fire!?"

"Yeah, it is. Hot and burning, just like my insides."

"You said it before, about the burning part I mean. I thought you were joking."

"Nah, it's always there, forever present so've gotten used to it."

"But… it's fire! I mean, I get heartburn from some of the spicier foods… but to live with a burning fire inside of me for the rest of my existence… how ever long that just may be…"

Aziraphale was looking horrid, his eyes darting from the pit of hellfire back to Crowley. Not really believing in what he was about to do. But having made the pact with Crowley, having made a promise to his partner to be more exact. To follow him everywhere, even to hell and perhaps back…. Well, how could Aziraphale refuse? That would be breaking a promise, an oath for sure.

Crowley simply smiled. After all, he was used to this, having been a demon for… well, during this existence on this very Earth. Sure, he had been an angel even longer. Since the very beginning to be more precise. But, this was his nature. The fire, the burning, the never settling down.

Having Aziraphale by his side was life divine. Alas, the powers that be could never really see their relationship happening. And so, having to flee them all, the heaven even hell.

And so, diving right into the very core, the pit of it all, the beginning, the end, the alpha the omega… oh hell, surely there were plenty more alphabets in the universe to explain it all. But for the two of them, this was their chance, their all. To start a new, a life together without anyone them to pursue. As they had been found out. Their relationship, their love for each other spilled on the floors of the eternal flight.

So here they were, running away from it all. The life as they had known it to be. Crowley having managed to perused Aziraphale to leave. To move along with their lives, take the step, plunge in, dive deep, to seek a place they could call home again. Somewhere out there, safe.

"I… am not sure. Not anymore."

Aziraphale took a step back from the precipice they had been standing on. His grip of Crowley slipping away. Their hands no longer holding.

"Angel, sweetheart…"

Crowley was begging, not in so many words, but he was not about to let go of his Angel, not again. Never again.

"But… the fire."

Aziraphale tried again, the hot flames licking the surface of where they were standing, the heat making him sweat, despite being an deity of sorts.

"Angel, please, join me. You promised."

There was a moment of hesitation. It would only take a moment to burn, then it would settle. The promise made by Crowley. Surely, Aziraphale could trust his word?

"I know… I … sorry…"

Aziraphale was about to turn back, but then, seeing the look, the gaze in the demon's eyes. His Demon. The love there, speaking volumes and so, decision made.

Stepping back, standing right beside Crowley, taking his hand in his.

"Let's do this, my Demon, my love."

Smiling to his Angel, happy and elated as Crowley was.

"For our future."

"For out future!"

The two falling into the fire, an Angel and a Demon, both fallen, without a dire.