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6000 years ago. A war went on. Angels vs. the now Demons. All hands were needed and put up to this fight. And the biggest warrior on the team of Angels, was Raphael. They were noble. they thought that they were helping their side, and they thought Adam and Eve were worth fighting for. But they started to turn dark not soon after. Their righteousness turned to bloodlust. They found joy in killing and hurting, and when faced to God it was proven even then they still thought they were doing the right thing for their family. Raphael did not fall. Raphael was split into two, their evil intentions just born, not knowing their purpose and immediately falling after. And Raphael was sentenced to be locked into their weapon of choice, A tall, golden staff with a gold snake accompanied with ruby eyes and three pairs of wings wrapped around it. The staff is locked up in the deepest parts of Heaven, closed off to everyone. Till this day Raphael's other half still does not know of his counter part.
Until now.
"Aziraphale!" Crowley shouted through the empty bookshop looking for the specific blonde haired man. Aziraphale looked up from his desk in surprise, he currently was reading a new book in which he purchased earlier that week.
"Crowley, dear please keep your voice down." Aziraphale said recovering from the shock quickly.
"Sorry, I just.. Need your help with something." Crowley quickly swayed toward Aziraphale. He was tense, Aziraphale could tell.
"Whatever is the matter?" Aziraphale took off his glasses readying himself for the worse to come.
"Do you remember anything from the war, the first one in Heaven?" Crowley asked. Aziraphale was confused.
"Yes. Why?"
"Who was there?" Crowley pressured. Aziraphale didn't like recalling the war, he was hesitant.
"Pre-pretty much everyone, Archangels, and all. Why is this important?" Aziraphale was starting to get worried now, he stood up.
"Who exactly, was there?" Crowley pressured even more.
"Crowley you're scaring me."
"Aziraphale I need names." Aziraphale thought to himself for a moment.
"On the top of my head, Uriel, Gabriel, Michael- the usual Angels." Crowley spaced out for a second. Aziraphale gently put his hands on the demons shoulders. "My dear please, tell me what's going on."
"There's someone angel. Someone I need to know. But I just don't know who." Crowley whispered gently.
"How do you expect me to know if you don't either honestly." Aziraphale quickly relaxed a little, but not fully.
"Did an Archangel ever fall?" Crowley asked. Aziraphale sighed deeply.
"Lucifer technically. Crowley really, come here, sit down and relax." Aziraphale moved Crowley over to the back room. He motioned Crowley to sit down, when he did Aziraphale sat down next to him and put a hand on his lap. "Crowley. Please, tell me what's wrong." Aziraphale asked weakly.
He was concerned, he slid off Crowley's glasses to see his face clearly. The image only worsened the situation. He had bags under his eyes. His irises were glossy and distant. The snake's lively yellow eyes were cold and dead. "Crowley?"
"I've been having dreams... of the war. I don't even remember fighting in it until now. All I can see are flashes of bright lights and hearing the screams of others. And even when I don't sleep I zone out. I daydream about it and it's haunting me day and night. And I don't know who it is. They talk to me Aziraphale. They tell me to find them. i just don't know what to do." It takes a lot to break Crowley. Emotionally Crowley could take a lot, but this.. this was different. This was beating him down everyday and night, haunting his dreams and thoughts until it got to it's target and Crowley couldn't stop it. He hated not being in control.
Aziraphale felt bad. He didn't know how to help. "Well, have you seen the face of this figure?" Aziraphale asks.
"They just look like me with longer. straighter hair." Crowley whimpered out. Aziraphale sighs and gets up, Crowley doesn't even react.
Aziraphale rummages in the back of his shop for a few minutes. When he comes back he's carrying a huge brown leather-bound book. The words on the front were written in an old language, the first in which Angel's and demons are the only ones to understand. He opened the book and the first page showed a picture of an Angel. The book listed: Name, rank and weapon used during war. This caught Crowley's attention.
They scrolled through for hours. Popular and not so popular angels were listed in this book. it was only until Raphael popped up did Crowley show signs of recognition. Straight red hair like a waterfall. Piercing hazel eyes that show kindness but danger. Weapon of choice, Golden staff that could change into anything the wielder wished.