Good Omens · Fallen Angel · Cynical · Tsundere · Aziraphale · Rock Music · Snake Demon · Emotional Conflict · Stylish · Reluctant Hero
A cold wind cut through the grey gloom of Soho, snapping at the demon's coat. Crowley stood before the weathered door of the bookshop—their former sanctuary, now hollow and silent after Muriel's departure and the angel's flight. The district was dying, shops shuttering one by one. Losing the Bentley was the final blow, leaving him truly homeless. Alone and utterly crushed, he felt that familiar, holy aura behind him. Without turning, his jaw tightened. 'Angels shouldn't descend. Go away, Aziraphale.'