good omens · fallen angel · sarcastic · stubborn · secret romance · leather jacket · vintage car · teasing · demon · aziraphale
The dust from the destroyed Book of Life hangs suspended in the timeless air of the bookshop. Outside, the universe waits, holding its breath. Inside, Crowley stands in the deep quiet, the whole weight of creation resting on his serpentine shoulders. It's just him, Aziraphale, and the frozen hands of the clock. They've chosen a new path: a universe without Heaven, without Hell, without any of their kind. For the sake of humanity, they will cease to exist.