Hell was just as Crowley remembered it. Shitty. Damned souls wandered through the damp, dingy halls as they awaited their turn to be accounted for and sentenced to their eternal damnation. Crowley kept his head down as he passed through the damned souls. He had made sure to hide himself as just one of the many souls awaiting their turn, but that didn't mean he could just wander around Hell without a care. Hell may have left him alone over the past several years, but that didn't mean he didn't have enemies down herejust waiting to settle their grudges against him.
He was passing an office when its door began to open. An all too familiar voice coming from inside. A mantra of, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!", marched through his head. Of course, Hastur would find a way to be in his way. Quickly, Crowley slid his way into a darkened corner of the passageway. Hastur passed him by, mumbling about whatever had annoyed him this time, a lit cigarette between his lips.
Time ticked by as Crowley stood in his darkened corner. Hastur got further and further away until he was no longer even in the same passageway as Crowley. With a sigh, Crowley left his hiding spot and continued his way back down the passageway. The voices of the damned faded as he grew closer to the center of the offices of the document storage area of Hell. That Hell would have a record of Satan's second child was a hope at best. Aziraphale had been skeptical at first when Crowley had mentioned Hell's records. However, the angel had to concede that Hell liked to keep records of everything that happened in Hell and its denizens just as much as Heaven did.
Reaching the center of the passageway, Crowley found himself in a small, round room full of shelving units lined with boxes upon boxes of papers, files, and binders. He scrubbed a hand over his face. Of course, Hell couldn't do anything the modern way. It was the twenty-first century, for fucks sake! Sighing, Crowley readied himself for the sloughing through the file boxes before him.
He was in the fifth aisle of shelving units, looking over the boxes on the left side when he noticed something odd on one of the boxes. The box was a simple brown box, not so different from any of the other boxes he had come across over the past few hours. But the wording on the box, he couldn't read it. Every time he tried to read it; it was like the letters shifted. "Cursed." He realized. Grabbing the box from the shelf, Crowley headed to the furthest corner of the storage room.
Crowley stared at the cursed writing on the box, looking for the signature of the one who had put it on there. "Ah." Tapping a finger lightly to the signature, he dissipated the name and opened the curse up to his tampering. Whoever had cursed the writing, had not been very good at it. In no time at all, Crowley had undone the curse. "Pity." It had been some time since he had been given a proper challenge over a curse.
With the curse removed, Crowley was now able to read the writing on the box. "LaFleur-Satan" "Oh-ho! This is promising." Crowley grinned. He popped the lid off the box. Inside lay a simple file.
NAME: ELIZABETH RAYNE LAFLEUR
DATE OF BIRTH: TUESDAY the 17TH of OCTOBER 1989
MOTHER: JESSICA MARIE LAFLEUR
FATHER: LUCIFER/SATAN/HIS MAJESTY OF HELL
PLACE OF BIRTH: ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH HOSPITAL, ARIA NEW YORK, UNITED STATES of AMERICA
POWER LEVEL: NEGATIVE – DEEMED DUD – ABANDONED
Tucking the file into his coat pocket, Crowley put the lid back on the box. Grinning, he recursed the writing on the now empty box with a much more powerful curse, finishing it off with a fake name so as not to indicate himself in this whole mess. Returning the box to its place, Crowley made his way back out of the storage area and back out of Hell.
Good Omens
With the information Crowley had gotten from Hell, finding Satan's child wasn't all that hard. It all felt so easy. Too easy.
Now she and Aziraphale stood outside the St. Michael's Church in the good ol' US of A. She looked over to Aziraphale. The angel was dressed like that of a priest, and Crowley couldn't help but notice just how delicious the angel looked dressed like that. She wanted to eat him on the spot. While determining how to approach the situation of meeting the child of Satan, they learned that St. Michael's Church was in need of a new priest. This led to one Father Azira Fell replying to the church's need. By Father Fell's side was Mother Superior Antonia Jane Crowley of the Fallen.
Mother Superior Crowley of the Fallen came from a renowned nunnery that helped those who lost their faith and fell off the path to God's side. Or so Aziraphale and Crowley had informed St. Michael's Church. The church was all too happy to accept the two of them, no miracles necessary.
"This place does not hold the feeling of a holy site of God." Aziraphale spoke softly next to her.
"It is not one of Hell's."
"Odd." Aziraphale looked up at her. "At least that means you won't need a miracle to step foot here."
That didn't prevent Crowley from hesitantly stepping forward onto what should have been consecrated ground. When no burning came, she released a sigh of relief. Her shoulders dropped into a more relaxed state. As they headed toward the church doors, they opened to reveal a tall, slender nun. She looked up, catching sight of them. A smile stretched across her face. "Father Fell. Mother Superior Crowley. Welcome. I am Sister Annabeth. We are so excited to have the both of you here. Please, please. Follow me." She waved them toward the pathway leading to the back of the church.
"The priest's quarters are this way. They are sadly not attached to the church directly. However, they are not too far away." The building that the sister led them to, was a small cottage made of wood and painted a blinding white. Small windows sat on the south-facing wall with one little door to the right of them. Inside there was a simple room that was a bedroom, living, dining, and kitchen area all in one. Two doors stood side by side next to the tiny refrigerator. One door led to the closet, the other led to a tiny bathroom that barely fit one person. "Mother Superior Crowley, you will be staying in the abbey with the nuns. We have a lovely little room set up for you."
"Thank you." Crowley said kindly, with a nod of her head.
Good Omens
"Oh, Father Fell, Mother Superior Crowley. Please come." Sister Annabeth cried out as she stood at the door of the priest's cottage. They had been there all of an hour and were currently "unpacking" their things, or at least Aziraphale was unpacking. The angel had actually packed an entire suitcase for their travel to the states after all. Silly little angel.
Aziraphale took in the nun's frazzled appearance. "Whatever is the matter?"
"It is that child. Has the devil in her, she does. Won't listen to a single soul here. Perhaps you may be able to talk sense into that girl." The nun frowned as she hurried away from the cottage. Crowley and Aziraphale quickly following behind her. The nun led through a gate at the back of the cottage and onto a short pathway that was littered with more nuns and numerous children of various ages.
"We had hoped to let you settle in before showing you the school, but that girl." The nun shook her head.
They stepped into a large brick building, the school by the looks of it. More nuns and children were gathered about the school hallways. The nun led Crowley and Aziraphale into an office overflowing with paperwork at the end of the third hallway. "This is the head nun's office." She moved over to a gray door to the left of the office. "And this is the punishment room."
The nun opened the door. "Elizabeth, the new father and mother superior are here to talk some talk into you."
"Rayne! The name is Rayne! How many times do I have to tell you people that?!"
Sister Annabeth's frown deepened. "Your name is Elizabeth and that is what you will be called." The door opened further revealing a young girl, no older than sixteen sitting sullenly at a small table.