Verse: Ohtori
Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Agnes Nutter
Word Count: 577
Warnings: death mention, non-graphic violence, (temporary) animal death
Crowley, flaming sword between his ribs, forces himself up from the floor and crawls forward, limb by Fallen limb.
Gabriel still wears that blessed smirk, still waves a lofty hand at a pillar of flame, still sips a fruity drink, waiting for an angel to deliver himself into doom.
Remembering a burning bookshop and the taste of ash he screams the angel's name, and smashes a Principality's ring into the floor.
And an infinity of floors down, in a coffin shaped like a bathtub, Aziraphale glimpses the crack that might flood his brain with light.
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this is an apocalypse story, maybe there are cycles where they switch roles, maybe they learn to shake each other out of it each time