The Aftermath: heartbroken, angsty Crowley finds himself navigating the slums of New York City, meeting the worst of the worse. He finds a human he can trust who reminds him why he’s not unworthy or undeserving of love. Crowley slowly accepts the world is worth saving, even without Aziraphale.
MEANWHILE, Aziraphale becomes obsessed with perfection and reinvents himself as the most powerful Archangel heaven has ever known to help bring forth The Second Coming. Desperately trying to forgot all that was before otherwise the painful memories of lost love will annihilate him.
But Muriel won’t let him forget and their innocence and kindness reminds Azirphale who he was and how he deserved love and never needed anyone’s approval of that love, not even God’s.
FINE, just enjoy this Fanfic inspired by my grungy, angsty 90s graphic novel phase.
(How are the 90s so long ago?)