Aziraphale's office was all white walls, white ceiling, and white flooring. Brilliant white light shone down on him from the ceiling from an unseen source. It was all so beautiful. So perfect. So why did something feel so wrong?

"NOTHING IS WRONG."

That was right. Nothing is wrong. He is in Heaven. Everything is just as it should be. Perfectly perfect.

The door to his office opened. A tall slender angel with red hair entered. He wore all black – an odd choice for Heavenly wear and a pair of black glasses that obscured his eyes. He looked familiar though Aziraphale was sure he had not met the angle before. Maybe he had seen them in the halls of Heaven at some point?

"Hello, Aziraphale."

Aziraphale opened his mouth to reply, only no sound came out. The angel held up a hand, a nasty smirk on his face. "You come up here, expecting to be the Supreme Archangel." A dark laugh shook the angel's shoulders. "After everything that you have done?"

The walls lit up with various images of Aziraphale throughout his years on Earth. "You've been such a naughty angel, Aziraphale." An image of a bookshop full of dust slid to the center of the wall before Aziraphale. "Just look at the state of that bookshop of yours. So full of Sloth, aren't you?"

The image changed to show Aziraphale sitting at a table inside a restaurant. A table full of food before him. "Gluttony. Very fond of that one." The image changed again. This time it showed an image of Aziraphale with the angel standing before him. Kissing inside the bookshop. "And of course, Lust."

The angel moved forward, until he was standing right before Aziraphale. "Just couldn't resist my temptations, could you?" The angel licked the side of Aziraphale's face, catching a tear that had fled his eye. It was all wrong. He didn't want to be here. Heaven had never been his home. He didn't know this angel even though they wore a face he recognized. Crowley. He needed to get back to Crowley.

"What is Crowley?"

The fog that had begun to fade from his mind returned with a vengeance now. Aziraphale fell to his knees with a whimper, clutching his head in his hands. The red-headed angel laughed. It was a dark, nasty thing that didn't belong in a holy place that Heaven was supposed to be.

"Poor little sinner." The angel caressed Aziraphale's head gently. It turned Aziraphale's gut to feel it. Suddenly the angel was shoving Aziraphale to the ground, causing the blond angel to smash his head into the floor. Aziraphale's vision whited out as pain exploded throughout his skull.

"I'll leave you here to wallow in your sins."

*UP IN HEAVEN WHERE THEY HAVE NO STANDARDS*

The red-headed angel was back. His clothes still that unheavenly black. The glasses still obscuring his eyes. The angel crouched before Aziraphale. "Have you come to regret your sins?"

Aziraphale nodded, unable to speak.

The red-head smirked. I was such an ugly thing. "Good. Then it's time to repent and take your punishment. Then everything will be forgiven." The angel stood up. He pressed a single finger beneath the blond's chin and lifted Aziraphale's face upward to look up at the red-head. "Are you ready to take your punishment?"

Aziraphale nodded, still unable to speak.

"Good."