The excessive foot tapping could have been quieter, a lot quieter in fact, if a certain nephalem hadn't decided to wear her black boots that day. Not to mention her wiggling about on the sofa and groaning every few minutes. Meanwhile, an angel tried his best to tune her out as he looked through some files he had received not too long ago. He really should have reviewed them sooner but, alas, things happened. So far, if one were to list the things, it would include two nephalems coming about, a sudden winter in some regions, others were cursed with storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, and other kinds of weather. Apart from that, hell wanted to "discuss" with the father of one of the nephalems, oh and of course, the angel has been busy getting engaged and planning a wedding. "Cassi," Aziraphale cleared his throat and adjusted his reading glasses, "please stop."

Cassi groaned and stood from the sofa and decided to hover over her father's shoulder. "It's been hours, papa."

Aziraphale turned to the grandfather clock near him and acknowledged that it had indeed been hours, six to be exact, and the day was coming to an end.

"Papa!"

"Cassi, darling, if you can please give me some space." He shuffled some of the papers.

Cassi groaned again and walked towards the front door. Unfortunately for her, it would remain locked, keeping her inside. "Papa, please." She jiggled the doorknob.

"No." Aziraphale did not have to look at his daughter to know she was about to perform a miracle.

Cassi groaned again and stomped her feet until she reached the sofa. "Papa."

Aziraphale removed his glasses and turned to his daughter. "Cassiopeia, please." He stood and placed his hands on his hips. "Yes, I'm worried and yes I'm well aware it's been hours so please, just sit there quietly if you can and stop acting like a child."

"I will stop when you stop treating me like one. Tell me why dad's in hell? Who was that demon? What did they talk about? And don't tell me you don't know because I'm a hundred percent sure dad mentioned it to you."

Aziraphale shook his head and retreated towards the back of the shop. "Papa!"

"Cassi, please!" Aziraphale halted and turned around. "I don't know and that's what worries me. He only mentioned he was summoned and that's all. He did not tell me anything about what Shax talked to him about, only that…well, something to do with you and Elliot. That's all you'll know because that's all I know."

Cassi glanced at the door and back to her father. "Why can't we follow him?"

"Oh, darling girl," Aziraphale sighed and moved closer to her, "it's not that simple. I can't enter hell just like he can't enter heaven."

Cassi pondered for a moment. "But…you did…once before. Years ago and dad entered heaven months prior."

Aziraphale gently cupped Cassi's chin. "Yes, but," be sighed, "we were escorted. When I went to hell I was escorted by demons, not so nicely if I might add, and dad was taken by angels, both times. One against his will and the other, Muriel had escorted him. I'm an angel, Cassi. I cannot follow dad to hell unless I've fallen."

The room stood still as the angel tried his best to not break down in front of his daughter because if he was honest with himself, he was afraid. He had been to hell in Crowley's stead and even though everything worked out in the end, the angel was terrified through it all. Demons were tricky beings, especially when they worked together as if they were a hive. Aziraphale wanted to comfort his daughter and tell her everything was alright, and her dad would pop into the shop at any moment but that was wishful thinking.

Cassi sniffed at the possibility of her dad being put in a helpless situation, without his family by his side. She also felt guilty at knowing she was the reason he was asked to go to hell. She had to make it right somehow, she had no idea what that would entail but she would do anything for her loving family.

Both angel and nephalem looked up onto the second floor as an unsure voice spoke from above. "Um, excuse me," Muriel poked through the railing, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but, well, I'm up here and could not help it." They smiled shyly. "But, um, Cassi, are you…not part demon? I mean you are wonderful and sometimes I forget you are one but I'm pretty sure-"

"I can escort us!" Cassi interrupted and threw her father a determined expression. She closed the space between them and tugged his sleeves. "Papa, let me escort you."

Aziraphale looked up at Muriel and back at his daughter. "Darling, I…" he bit his lip and shook his head, "dad will discorporate me if I let you step one foot in hell."

"And he will be discorporated if we don't retrieve him." She raised her brow and nodded slowly. "Papa, you know this is right. We need to make sure dad is okay."

"Um," angel and nephalem looked up once more, "there is a small problem. Erm, the elevator only works if it senses you're a demon. Right now, more than likely, it will open to heaven."

Cassi released her father and paced around. "Fuck! Shit…fuck…" she halted and ran a hand through her hair, "Elliot." She whispered. Before she could explain, she took her phone from her pocket. "Where are you?"

"Hello to you too." Elliot chuckled on the other line.

"How do you channel your demon side?"

Aziraphale gestured towards the door and Cassi walked out of the shop.

"What?"

"How do you hide your angelic side?"

"Why the hell do you need to know that?"

"Elliot, I don't have time. Just tell me please."

"Right, um…" Cassi jumped as she walked through the door, feeling hand on her shoulder. Elliot turned her to her side and made her face him. "Bored already of being a goody goody? Don't be, I rather like you this way. Cheerful and innocent." He smirked.

Cassi rolled her eyes and grabbed him by his collar, pulling him down towards her. "Listen, I need to get to hell right now and I don't have time for your annoying comments. Now tell me how I can make myself more demonic!"

"Your horns are showing." Elliot smirked.

Cassi grunted and pushed him away. "I don't have time, Elliot, please I -"

"When you get upset," he interjected, "your eyes become darker, your pupils become darker, and the stars within them seem as if they are exploding." Noting Cassi's baffled expression he continued, "You're always so…'the world is a happy place with love' and when you're annoyed or angry, your demonic side slithers through the cracks because it knows the world is not like that at all. Unlike myself who has it out on full display and is damn proud of it. I know the world has love and all that but trust me when I say there's more hatred in the world than perfect humanity. I feed on the world's hatred while you feed on its love. Have you never noticed before? How much do you look at the positive side of things? That's what makes us half demon half angel, we have a choice on what we wish to follow, unlike normal angels and demons. We can choose to do good or bad in the world." Elliot leaned down, his face a breath away from Cassi's. "I'm saying you need to dispel your thoughts on all that is righteousness and listen to the wickedness it has to offer."

Cassi's grey starlike eyes looked deeply into Elliot's hazel ones. Elliot smirked. "Let your horns show, little nephalem."

Aziraphale walked out of the shop and gave Elliot a polite smile. "Right. All yours then." He waved and walked away. "Don't lick the walls." His voice rang as he blended in with the crowd.

Cassi walked towards the pub as her father trailed behind. "Papa," she closed her eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate, "you and dad annoy me sometimes."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I hate how you ground me all the time despite being twenty years away from being one hundred."

Aziraphale crossed his arms. "Precisely, a child."

"And I don't care what you say…Jane Eyre is way better than Pride and Prejudice."

"Oh, now you're just being rude." The angel huffed.

Cassi felt a slight shift within her and gestured with her hand. She opened her eyes as a small air puffed in front of her. "Doors opening." She squealed and jumped a little as she was ushered inside by her father.

"Doors closing. Going down."

Father and daughter looked at each other from head to toe. "Do you think we'll blend in?"

As the elevator descended, Aziraphale performed a little miracle.

Hands on hips, Crowley paced around inside a small cement room. It was not a holding cell, they informed him, but the hell hound guarding the locked door told a different story. He sighed as he checked his watch and was quite positive his partner and daughter were anxious regarding his whereabouts. He could almost hear Aziraphale's voice as he chastised him for taking longer than he intended. Meanwhile, Crowley was trying not to be too anxious about being back in hell as he knew they only wished to speak to him. If he had been sucked into the ground like what had happened back in 1827, then the demon would have panicked and wished he were somewhere else. He shuddered at the memories from the past and recalled how he had placated a curious Aziraphale that he was only temporarily placed on desk duty and nothing more. Nope, no devastating punishment for saving a life as far as the angel was concerned and the demon would stick to that story no matter what. "Right." He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. When his hand came down, he got a glimpse of his wedding band; engagement ring in Aziraphale's eyes. "Angel." He spoke softly and brushed his lips along the small jewelry. "You must be going mad." He chuckled.

Soon the door jiggled, and Crowley could hear the demons on the other side grumble about being on escort duty when their time could be used elsewhere. "Can we get on?" Crowley walked past them, annoyed he was still in hell when he could have been home already.

The two demons walked at least a foot behind Crowley as they were told the red headed demon could be a tricky one. Crowley was escorted into a room that looked like a small courtroom. There was a decent size window and behind the other side, were demons gawking into the room. Shax sat on a throne-like chair with the demon Dagon, Furfur, and Duke Hastur standing nearby. "Traitor." Hastur greeted sharply.

Crowley smiled politely at four demons in front of him. "Hey guys." He waved. "Long time no um, see." Crowley nodded his head. "Would have visited sooner but…. I really didn't want to." He scrunched his nose.

Furfur crossed his arms. "I told you guys. I was right!" He pointed at Crowley. "Collaborated with an angel that very night but you guys did not believe me, huh, did ya?"

Dagon rolled her eyes.

"I don't like you." Hustur made dagger eyes at Crowley. "If it weren't for our master, I would have already made you beg you were still an angel."

"Enough." Shax hissed and straightened herself on the chair. "Our master has made it clear we are not to touch him."

Crowley puffed air though his lips trying to come off as bored; however, the words spoken by Shax eased him a little. "So, what seems to be the problem?"

"Your daughter." Shax began. "Tell us more about her. How evil is she? I heard those things are powerful."

"I heard that too." Dagon commented. "That they have giant wings and breathe fire like dragons."

Furfur nodded in agreement. "Don't forget the halos. Those things have halos is what I heard and pointed ears…sharp teeth."

Crowley clenched his jaw at his daughter being called a thing. "Yea, um I think you rather have the wrong impression about nephalems. They are just ordinary beings. Nothing to worry about."

Hastur growled and took a step forward, invading Crowley's space. "He would say that." He turned towards the demons behind the window. "He shall produce the child and we shall see for ourselves!" The demons chanted in agreement.

Crowley glanced back and shook his head. "Erm, I…don't believe I would be able to and quite frankly, I just plain don't want to."

"That's not up to you." Furfur spoke. "All demons belong to hell."

The demons agreed again.

Crowley stepped back and licked his lips. "By your logic, she also belongs to heaven. What, you're going to split her in two?"

Hastur invaded Crowley's space once more. "If we have to."

"Furfur is correct." Shax agreed. "Every demon belongs to hell. All are accounted for, including you."

Crowley opened his mouth and nodded. "Oh? Oh!" He paced around. "I may be a demon from hell, but my daughter is not!" He turned to the demons. "If we are talking about who belongs to what, that would mean she belongs to me. Not hell nor heaven but to me!" He growled. "And to her angelic father." He turned back to the council. "Talking about her angelic father, you guys are wasting your time because as far as I know, and have known her, she is more angel than demon…in every sense. She smells like an angel, looks like an angel (this was him just being biased as he thought his daughter was beautiful), and carries herself as an angel.

Hastur smirked. "Then why has she been wreaking havoc up on earth? How do you think we found her out?" He turned to the demons. "She has started the events of the war."

As cheers roared, Crowley glanced between the council and the demons, all while stammering and trying to make sense of it all.