A/N I've had this idea for so long it is not coming out. It takes place after Good Omens season 2 and for Lucifer it's a bit more AU but the only person who knows Lucifer is the devil is Linda.
Do I have 3 other WIPs... yes. I'm working on them, I promise.
TW: Mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts (Just for this chapter, not the whole fic)
Crowley didn't want to stop, he drove as long as he could as fast as his Bentley would take him. He was so very angry, but that wasn't the worst of it, he was truly alone, his only friend gone, back in Heaven.
Night turned to day then the sun began to set and Crowley was still driving. Every time he looked over to the passenger seat he cringed, the action reminding him of all the conversations he'd had with Aziraphale in this car. That stupid angel.
Crowley knew that his Bentley was going to need a break, in fact it needed to stop several hours ago but Crowley wasn't thinking straight. Not that he was thinking straight as he pulled into a small town in the middle of nowhere, parked his tired Bentley, and sauntered into a pub.
Taking a seat at the edge of the bar; "Give me the strongest drink you've got," he said to the bartender.
The bartender pulled out a glass and set it on the counter, Crowley wasn't paying him any mind, he just wanted alcohol in his system and fast.
Crowley grabbed the glass just as the bartender finished his pour and downed the drink in three seconds flat.
"Another," he said, putting his glass back on the bar. Crowley barely felt a buzz.
The bartender looked at him, but Crowly avoided eye contact.
"Do you wanna talk about it, mate?"
"Not really," Crowley said, snatching the glass again.
The bartender waited for Crowley to finish his drink.
"Another," Crowley said, putting his glass down.
"I'll give you another, just hear me out first,"
Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes, "What is it?"
"I had a mate, and when his life was turned upside down he drank. He drank so much that he was hardly ever sober. Then one day he drove himself off a cliff and straight into the ocean. I want to tell you what I wish I told him: Find a way to start over. It doesn't have to be from the very beginning but try and get back to a place where you were before everything fell apart."
Crowley pondered his words, he would have to go really far back to get to a place before his ang- Aziraphale. It was possible he'd heard rumors of Lucifer being topside the last few years. Maybe he was meant to be a ruthless demon afterall.
Crowley pulled out a few notes and left them on the bar.
"Where are you headed?" The bartender asked.
"To find my brother."
Crowley got back into his Bently and drove in the direction of Los Angeles California.
Lucifer was seated at his piano, sipping his drink, it was much too early for Lux to open, but it was never too early to have a glass. With all the recent drama he had from both Heaven and Hell he definitely needed it.
Lucifer groaned when he heard the familiar sound of wings landing.
"Luci, we need to talk about Hell."
"How many times do I have to tell you brother, Hell is no longer my problem."
"Either way, we still need to find a replacement for Belzebub."
"'We' meaning you and Heaven. Not me, I'm retired, remember?"
"Come on Luci, you're the one who knows Hell the best-"
"What part of 'I'm retired' do you not understand, Amenadiel? I don't want anything to do with Hell anymore. I'm done." Lucifer took a long sip of his drink, "Will that be all brother? Or do you want to lecture me on your sense of duty again?"
"You are impossible Luci," Amenidiel said before flying off.
Lucifer let out a sigh, he liked some good family drama but not when he was involved.
Lucifer was enjoying retirement, it was the best decision he had made in a while. He was tired of constantly being the bad guy, there was no more enjoyment in it. And once the apocalypse failed he was done with Hell. He was done with Heaven. He wanted to see the world and the humans for himself. It's not that he never visited before, but he wanted to stay and truly live in it.
Crowley was in his Bentley and the cliff was in sight. He floored it and sped off towards the cliff. Once he reached the edge he didn't slow down.
He also didn't fall down.
He had willed his Bentley to fly and it had. North America was west and he would get there in style and he would not be leaving his Bentley behind.
A/N This chapter is meant to be more of a prologue but if I do that then the numbers will be off for the chapter numbers.
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