danse macabre

“I was trying to meditate, Chengmei!”

“Really, Daozhang..? Snoring new part of your meditation routine..? ♥”

Sometimes you just need some pure, unrestrained fluff. Let them just… be happy.

The ineffable plan (7 of 8)

Part 7 of 8

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The stifling heat from the desert burned Crowley’s skin. The thick clouds of sand that the wind swept into his face hid the entrance of the mountain cave for a moment. He felt a strong pull towards the cave, as if something inside it were calling his name.

With tired legs he approached the rocky opening, the cool air from inside made his entire body shiver. He made his way into the blinding darkness, his demon eyes struggling to adjust with the bright light filtering through the entrance. A strange light on the far end of the cave caught his attention, he could hear a distant sound, like a burning flame being disturbed by the wind.

His eyes finally adjusted to the lighting of the cave and the distant figure suddenly took shape, he could make out someone standing on the edge of a cliff, a couple of wings slowly stretching upwards, but his brain took a couple of seconds to make sense of the scene, as the figure seemed to be covered in black flames.

The figure seemed to take notice of the demon’s presence, it’s head snapping up to look directly at Crowley, who found itself captured by a frightenly blue piercing gaze, black flames burning out from the angel’s eyes.

Crowley could barely recognize Aziraphale, the entity standing before him exhuded a chilling aura, a far cry from the once warm, kind and loving angel.

Crowley had no chance to dwell on this, as in a blink of an eye the angel had disappeared from the cliff, reappearing suddenly in front of him, flaming sword ready to strike.