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If I every do publish it this is what the front of my book would look like. The actually name of my book would be "The Last Nephalem" by ZH. I hope you enjoy my book as you read it. : )

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As we enter a world of fantasy and adventure we will start in a human’s bedroom, Zack’s bedroom.

As Zack walks to bed ready for a successful shift, he laid down saying his affirmations “I will shift tonight, I will shift tonight, I will s-shift tonig…” As he dozed off.

Third Person Pov

Zack opened his eyes to the sound of a city. “Could I have done it?’ he exclaimed. He looks around and see’s he is laying in a bed of not his own. He beamed a big smile knowing he shifted. As soon as his feet meet the floor he heard a cry “Crowley!? What in heaven’s name are you doing!” Zack left out a soft laugh knowing that he did indeed shift. “But wait,” Zack thought “I never wrote a script for good omens, well this be an adventure.”

Zack got the rest of the way out of bed, he noticed he wore nothing but boxers and the familiar sight of trans tap on his chest. He smiled but the smiled faded quickly. He saw it was peeling probably in need of changing, but could he find trans tape? He looked around franticly to only find a dresser full of undergarments, t-shirts, cargo pants, and hoodies. That is when he spotted two tan half tank and full tank binders tucked away.

Well,” Zack thought discouraged “back to binder day.” As he was reaching to grab a binder he stopped at the sight of familiar scars that lined his arms, shoulders, and ribs. He sighed realizing how real everything truly is. “Well time to get dressed.” Sigh Zack. As he chose grey cargo pants, black t-shirt, half tank binder, and his favorite blue hoodie, he got dressed.

He fearfully opened the door and walked down the stairs as they creaked under every step, he managed to get down the stairs and saw a warm fire lighting a dark living room. Zack then saw clock and it said “1:37”, just a little past midnight. That is when he spotted Aziraphale holding a cup of tea. “Aw dear, how are you feeling?” asked Aziraphale cheerfully. Zack looked at him confused when he suddenly felt shearing pain on his side. He lifted his hoodie and shirt to see bandages wrapped around him with a little of blood showing. “How did I not spot this nor than the less feel it?” exclaimed Zack in his thoughts.

Aziraphale could sense the confusion on the in the air. “We found you in an alley bleeding looking awfully pale dear. We thought it would be the best to bring you somewhere warm and patch you up dear.” Said Aziraphale kindly.

Zack just stood there on shock. “Before I shifted did me, well this me try to unalive them self?” said Zack in his head. It was like Aziraphale was reading his mind “We thought the same thing dear. Once we got you to our place took of your clothing so we could attend to the wound better, we found scars that look to be from self harm.” All Zack could was stand there in shock grabbing his side, “Please dear, did you try to commit suicide?” asked Aziraphale softly. Zack couldn’t thing straight and without hesitation he said “Yes.” Aziraphale looked at him with sympathy and sorrow. “Come now dear why don’t you sit down and drink some tea.”

Zack agreed and sat down on one of the chairs. It was comfortable, and he felt warmth come off the fire place. Aziraphale placed the cup of tea he was holding, and gently put it on the coffee table. Zack was still trying to process the crazy shift so he didn’t realize Aziraphale was talking to him and left. Since Zack already knew his name he asked “So Aziraphale how did you get a dresser full of my clothes?” Zack started to say before Crowley came bursting through the door with his wings out and his yellow glowing eyes noticeable. “Aziraphale I found something of yours…Oh hello.” Crowley said as he held holy water out stretched while wearing thick rubber gloves up to his elbows.

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Third Person Pov

“Sorry I didn’t umm see you there.” He said as he was about to hide his wings. “It’s ok I know who you are, you don’t have to hide it.” Said Zack. Crowley looked at Zack in shock for a while when Aziraphale came walking in “Ah, you found my holy water,” as Aziraphale took the vase from Crowley, “You know you can get very hurt in you’re not careful.” Said Aziraphale. That is when Aziraphale noticed Zack was staring at Crowley, “Crowley! Put your wings down and find your glasses now!” muttered Aziraphale under his breath. Before Crowley could do anything Zack shrugged it off saying it wasn’t a bother and he knew everything about them, well almost everything.

Zack Pov

Aziraphale looked at me the same way Crowley was doing. Shock, fear, and utter confusion. “How could a human know about us?” rolled through Aziraphale and Crowley’s head. I eventually snapped them out of the trance and told them to take a seat. “Please take a seat, I will explain everything.” And so that is what I did. I told them about how they are from a t.v show where I come from, how I shifted. They both still looked at me with the same faces but Crowley’s face looked like a computer trying to reload and Aziraphale looked intrigued like he wanted to learn more.

“So we are character from a t.v show and we are comfort character to you?” asked Aziraphale. All I could say was yes because it was the truth. Crowley that was known to have a history of self harming.  He looked at me and said, “So all of those scars are from-” he said before he had to stop talking to try not to cry. “And you dying in the alley, what was that?” After telling Aziraphale what I presume is the truth I also tell Crowley “Suicide attempt” spilled out of my lips as I tried not to cry myself, Crowley just nodded. It went silent for a little while till Aziraphale broke the silence “So Zack, I have seen you have the body of a female, but act and look like a boy. Are you…transgender?” I needed in agreement that I in fact was transgender.

My binder made my ribs ache a little even though I only put it on about two hours ago, I think Crowley noticed, “The binder hurting you Zack?” as Crowley in a concerned voice. I shake my head no because I was drinking my tea and didn’t want them to be worried. Aziraphale on the other hand saw through my little lie but ignored it. “Zack my dear, there is about 4 more hours left till sunrise. Why don’t you go lie down and get some rest.” Said Aziraphale. I declined the nice offer even though I was tired. I didn’t want to rest here and awake back in my bed. I thought I would have to do it eventually if I stay here long enough. I decide to find a book till the sun raised.

Third Person Pov

Zack later woke with a fright “Wait, did I doze off?” said Zack worriedly in a whisper tone. When Zack looked around and saw the familiar sight of Aziraphale’s book shop and living room with the fire place, he side in relief and relaxed back into the chair. “Good morning dear,” said Aziraphale “How are you feeling?” Zack explained how they were doing better “I’m feeling a little better, just still in a little of pain.” Aziraphale nodded in understandment. “So Aziraphale,” said Zack in a worried but curious tone, “How did you exactly get all of my belongings here?” Aziraphale then went into detail in how he wanted to monitor Zack for some time and wanted him to have all he need plus feel a little at home. He explained how he miracle it over. Zack smiled at the kind gesture Aziraphale did.

Zack and Aziraphale talked for a little while about all sort of things like books, nature, and history. Zack thought to himself, “It is crazy Aziraphale and Crowley haved lived through it all since the begging of time.” His thoughts were broken by the familiar comfort smell of pancakes, bacon, and freshly brewed coffee in the morning. Then he smelled something, “hmm, aw yes burnt bacon.” Thought Zack. That is when the smoke detectors went off.

“Breakfast is done!” Crowley yelled over the loud shriek of the smoke detectors, “I do apologize, the bacon is a little burnt.” Said Crowley. Zack didn’t mind, his grandpa used to do the same thing when he was little, so he grew to love burnt bacon. The morning went well, they ate breakfast, talked over some coffee (although Aziraphale went for tea), and enjoyed each other company with the sounds of a busy city in the background. Zack was the first to get up, he then said, “I’m going to go upstairs to grab some socks.” As he looked down to his bare feet that were freezing.

Although Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t think much about it, Zack was planning to sneak out go for a stroll even though Aziraphale strictly said that he would stay at the bookshop and rest. As Zack got to the bottom of the stairs, he noticed Crowley and Aziraphale were nowhere to be seen. Zack took this moment to sneak out. He was not used to city life for he grew up more in the woods. That was big mistake for Zack for when he tried to cross the road he was about to get hit by a car. When out of nowhere he felt two set of hands on each side pull him back.

When he regained his balance on the curb sidewalk, he looked up to his rescuers. There he saw Aziraphale to his right and Crowley to his left (remember this). Both of their faces painted with fear and worry. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Said Crowley through rushed breaths.

That is when the oddest out of everything that has happened to him, his scars stared to glow, even through his hoodie. He let go of Aziraphale and Crowley’s hands to see a ball of light in his right hand, and a ball of darkness in his left. Same thing happened to his scars as they started to hurt. Aziraphale and Crowley looked at Zack with fear what is happening to their new found friend. That is when something out of what was “normal” happened. Two bright lights, even the dark one shinned onto his back. White bright to the right and dark bright light to the left.

Zack fell to his knees in pain when all of the sudden a white wing from the right and black wing from the left appeared out of his back. Before anyone could notice, Aziraphale and Crowley dragged Zack back inside the book shop.

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Third Person Pov

Zack blacked out from pain before he could ask question on how and why is happening, even Crowley and Aziraphale were confused.

Crowley carried Zack most of the way back to the living room as Azriphale was trying to think what was happening. “Azriphale? What is happening?” Asked Crowley as Azriphale was mumbling to himself, “Aziraphale?! ANGEL!” Exclaimed Crowley. That us when Azriphale snapped out of it, “Honestly dear, I have clue either. Although . . .” spoke Azriphale as he though. “Although it could be the after math of Zack shifting and we saving his life. I would ask Gabriel but I think it is best to keep this under wraps for a little while.” Crowley nodded in agreement.

Almost 3 hours have passed when Zack started to wake up. At first he was calm like he woke up from a nap, but the sight of his wings wrapped around him and his feathers noticeable beside him. Also there was most likely a chance of back pain which woke him up the rest of the way up. Azriphale ran to his side, for Crowley was gone getting some fresh air. “Hello dear, how are you feeling.” Asked Azriphale. Zack went into detail of how his back and arms hurt. Also he asked many questions and how and why he has wings.

Azriphale sat next to Zack as he spaced out. Zack released that Azriphale perhaps didn’t know either. Than after roughly 10 minutes that felt like hours, Azriphale spoke.

“Dear” spoke Azriphale nervously, “Crowley and I suspect it’s aftermath of you shifting and us saving your life,” Zack sat there on the couch, wings still spread out to the point they were now wrapping around Azriphale to comfort him. “Well, that would explain it.” Said Zack. Azriphale looked at Zack in shock. “I mean I wasn’t planning to really shift so I didn’t write a script if I could die or not. So you saving me, same with Crowley, you could have confused some things. Mabey with wings I am more like you. Celestial body live forever, well ish, they are sensitive to certain things.” Azriphale then interrupt, “But what. What would hurt you since your half angel and half d-“Azriphale stopped. He didn’t want to say it. “It’s ok, you can say it.” Said Zack in a comforting way. Azriphale took a couple deep breaths and it was like Crowley timed it just right, Azriphale and Crowley said, “Half angel, and half demon.”

After some passed, it was around 5:40pm. Zack hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast which was 2 pieces of burnt bacon and 1 pancake. Crowley noticed because he heard the usually “human” growl of the stomach which meant hunger. Zack on the other hand was busy figuring out his wings to realize he was hungry

Zack Pov

I was watching Azriphale show me how to retract and attract my wings, he even taught me how to move them. With they were tucked away or materialized away, I felt normal, but when they were man I was unbalanced. Azriphale and the occasion Crowley had to catch me before I fall. Also we learned to not practice near the fire because 2, wait 7 of my black feathers and 3 of my white ones caught on fire because I fell backward, aka, near the fire.

Crowley then walked into the library backroom that was chosen that we chose was a good place. Enough room, hidden, and no fire. “Zack, one of you hungry?” asked Crowley as he smiled seeing me controlling my wings more than I did 2 hours ago. I had to think then the sound of my stomach snapped me out of it. I said yes because it was about time for dinner and I was in fact hungry.

Crowley was about to walk towards the kitchen when Aziraphale stepped away from my side and walked towards the kitchen. Smart idea I thought until I remember I still need Aziraphale’s help with my wings, “Wait Azriphale.” I yelled as I was walking cautiously towards him, that is when I retracted my wings on my own for the first time with no help. Crowley and Azriphale both smiled at my achievement. I watched as Azriphale headed to the kitchen as Crowley guided me toward the fire place for I haven’t rested in hours. Man did my back hurt more than eve. It felt like seconds even though it was more like an hour when Aziraphale called for dinner.

Dinner was mostly calm quite until Crowley spoke up, “So Zack, do you do art?” he asked as he glanced at my paint stained hands. I snuck away for about 30 minutes in between practices to do some painting. I replied with much energy to the point I said sorry for I felt bad talking to much. Aziraphale comforted me saying, “It’s ok Zack. We don’t mind if you want to talk about something you love to do.” I smiled in replay because I needed it.

After dinner I decide to go upstairs and relax as Crowley and Aziraphale were chatting down stairs next to the fire.

Third Person Pov

Crowley was happily talking when he noticed that Zack didn’t come back down stairs. “Hey umm Aziraphale, I’m going to be right back.” Aziraphale nodded as he was more asleep than awake due to drinking tea which tends to make him sleepy after dinner. As Crowley walked up the stairs, he saw that the bedroom door was every so slightly a jar. Crowley peaked his head in to see Zack laying on his back on the cold floor boards. He had his earbuds on and what look to be his mp3 player. He was gazing at Aziraphale project a couple of decades ago. Aziraphale painted the ceiling in this bedroom as the constellations of the 1800’s. Since stars move and change, Zack saw a different beautiful star arrangement than he is used to. Since the shop has its age one wrong step, and Crowley made a floor board creak under his weight.

Zack was quickly startled for he took his earbuds out, sat up, and turned around to find Crowley in the door way. “Hey Zack.” said Crowley, “Was just checking up on you. You ok? It’s almost time to sleep,” he said in sarcastic tone for Aziraphale and Crowley don’t need sleep so they don’t sleep much. Zack then started to get tear eyed and explained to Crowley that he fears to sleep because if he does he might go back.

Crowley then called Aziraphale upstairs and they sat together on the bed hugging each other. “My dear, if you happen to shift back. Just know that is was meant to be and that you will be all right. Know that you are loved and we spent every moment enjoying your company.” spoke Aziraphale. Between Aziraphale and Crowley kind words, Zack was finally ready to go to bed. Aziraphale tucked Zack in and they both gave him one last kiss on the forehead and hug just in case. As they were leaving, Crowley turned off the lamp and spoke in a soft whisper, “Sweet dreams my little angel” Zack smiled at the compliment. Zack then dozed off looking at the stars on the ceiling which were only visible from the moon light shining through the window. 

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Zack Pov

I woke up but to afraid to open my eyes. It felt like I was still in my dr but I couldn’t be sure till I open my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes to find the comforts of the bedroom I fell asleep to. As I looked around I found Aziraphale and Crowley on the floor snuggling with each other with their wings wrapped around each other. As I tried to get out of bed Crowley woke up, man was his morning hair crazy. “Good morning.” he whispered in a horsey voice. I deiced to sneak over and sniggle with them. I laid my head on Crowley’s chest and heard his heart beat. It was so soothing to the point I was about to doze off when Aziraphale woke up, his yawn was adorable. “Oh good morning.” He spoke in a gentle voice that made my heart flutter for him. We then soaked up the last of our snuggles, then Aziraphale went down stairs to make some breakfast.

Some times has passed. I got dressed and went downstairs to smell something great. Aziraphale made crepes and there was fresh strawberries. I smelled the usually coffee brewing when I noticed their mugs. Aziraphale’s mug was white wings wings for the handle, and Crowley had a black mug with a black snake and red scales as the handle. I smiled at the sight which caught Crowley’s attention. “Oh Zack,” he said in excitement, “I have been happening to give this to you.” As I looked down I saw my favorite plan black mug that once said “I Smell Children” from Hocus Pocus but worn off over time. I was so happy I went scavenging in the cabinet for mint tea, my favorite beverage I use the mug for.

Aziraphale caught onto what I was doing and brewed me up some water. As I was waiting, I ate breaking which was quite delicious or what Aziraphale would said “scrumptious”. I heard the screech of boiled water at what point I excused myself from the table. I poured myself some hot water onto 2 mint tea bags. While it was brewing I found my mp3 player in the nightstand next to the bed. Once I got back down stairs I was happy to find my tea was done brewing. I than sat on the couch next to the fireplace and played one of my favorite song, Bury Me Low by 8 Graves.

Third Person Pov

Crowley went to the living room to find Zack listening to a… odd song, I could hear it through his earbuds. It sounded sad but high vibes. Zack was vibing along and peacefully sipping on his tea. Crowley watched as he realized this is Zack coping with his C-PTSD and depression. He wanted to give him a hug but he know that Zack need space for him this was his therapy. Without Zack realizing Aziraphale and Crowley have super natural entity hearing so they could hear the lyrics of the song, “If I die today it won’t be so bad,” later followed by “I’ve see the devil I shaken his hand” this than snapped Aziraphale out of it.

“Zack what are you listening to?” Aziraphale tried not to yell. Zack then stopped the song and looked at him. Zack than explained to Aziraphale what song he was listening to and how songs are a way to cope. Crowley slowly walked out of the room as he lip said, “Good luck.” to Zack.

Eventually Aziraphale calmed down and was listening to Zack’s song. From time to time Aziraphale glared at Zack. Aziraphale was like the parents friend in the friend group. He didn’t like swear words or anything heavy bass compared to Zack.

After some time Crowley walked in, “Hey umm guys. I was thinking about going to this really cool park I have in mind.” As he winked at Aziraphale. Aziraphale then connected the dots.

Once all three of them got into Crowley’s 1912 Bentley, Crowley hit the gas. Aziraphale wasn’t kidding about Crowley driving. They were going 148 kph which is 92 mph, and almost hit 2 no make that 3 people. They got to their destination in a blink of an eye. Zack looked around and saw a path, some benches, and behind it was dense woods and above was think fluffy clouds. A thought crossed Zack’s mind but he shook it off.

Zack Pov

As soon as we went onto the more nature trail where there was no concreate and more nature than path did the though come back. By the looks of this area, it is perfect for day time flights, oh, oh no. As we climbed up this hill my heart rate fasten. It fasten not only from having tachycardia but also fear. I am nowhere near ready to use my wings, and if I fall my wounds would reopen which might kill me. Once we got to the top of the hill Crowley pat me on the back, “You will do great.” He said in a calm reassuring tone. I just smiled to hide my anxiety. That is when I saw the most beautiful thing.

Third Person Pov

Zack stared at Aziraphale and Crowley for a good decent amount of time. Once Aziraphale and Crowley reached the top of the hill, they let out their wings as Aziraphale seemed more relaxed. By the sights of it, Crowley’s wings have been through more than Azriphale’s wings. Crowley’s wings were more ruffed up and looks like some of the feather wouldn’t grow back. This was Zack’s first time seeing Azriphale’s white pure wings.

After some time Crowley snapped Zack of the trance like state. “It’s time to fly.” Said Aziraphale in an angelic soothing voice. Crowley talked to Zack how to materialize his wings. “Breath, be calm, imagine your wings out.” Zack stood there going through the steps, after a good almost solid 5 minutes Zack right white wing and left black wing appeared. His black wing although accidently hit Aziraphale in the face. Zack apologized for what happened, “It’s ok dear,” said Aziraphale as he spat out 2 black feathers, “It happens.” As Aziraphale was about to hand Zack his feathers he stated, “No it’s for you and Crowley. Have one…to remember me.” Zack said in a nervous but yet calm voice.

Crowley was the first to run off the cliff. Right before he meet the edge he yelled, “Remember to flap your wings, not your arms!” Next thing he felt Aziraphale nudging him to go. Zack ran… and then he fell off the cliff.

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Zack Pov

I heard and felt the wind wiz past me. It felt calming to fall even if any second I could hit the ground. That is when out of nowhere had to knowledge on how to fly. I open my eyes, I was falling with my face to the sky and saw Aziraphale trying to catch me. I smirked at him and flapped my wings that is when I went swiftly upward and past Aziraphale. I felt so free like no one could stop me, I felt numinous with my wings.

After some time Aziraphale and Crowley caught up with me. They cheered me on saying I was doing great. I felt so happy out of everything was happening. Crowley went ahead of me and landed on a cloud. I was shocked in how he did that so I flew toward him. As I "landed", more like tumbled in, I found myself laying on a fluffy cloud. Aziraphale caught my confusion and explained, "Only angels and demons can fly through and land of clouds." This fascinated me even more.

Third Person Pov

As Aziraphale and Crowley were flying ahead of Zack and toward the hill they took off from, then something odd happen. Zack caught something in the corner of his eye. He shook it off thinking it was nothing of it. Thinking his mind is playing tricks with him. That is when something attacked Zack.

Aziraphale was the first one to spot Gabriel attacking Zack. Gabriel side attack Zack so he lost movement of his wings and started to fall. "Crowley! Grab Zack," Aziraphale yelled, "I will take care of Gabriel."

As Crowley divided for Zack, Aziraphale and Gabriel tumble fighting in the sky, "Why did you attack him?!" shouted Aziraphale in pure anger. Gabriel just smirked and flew off with one final to Aziraphale's face. Aziraphale shook it off and franticly looked around to find Crowley kneeling beside Zack on the ground. Aziraphale dove down and landed with a thud, "Is he... did you..." Aziraphale tried to say in between tears. "I slowed his fall but he fell pretty hard. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I haven't had the nerve to see if he is alive." Crowley said in a tone filled with anger, fear, and sadness.

Aziraphale approached the life less looking Zack noticing the blood soaked hoodie, prolyl from the wound reopening, and ruffled feather as he laid awkwardly on his wings. As Aziraphale kneeled beside Zack he saw the faint rise of fall of his chest. Aziraphale sighed in relief. He grabbed Crowley and Zack's wrist and miracles them to the bookshop.

Crowley then carried Zack into the backroom where there was a long table covered in books. Aziraphale at the time didn't care about anything else so he pushed the books off the table which surprised Crowley for Aziraphale always cared and loved books. Crowley then gently laid Zack down for then Aziraphale immediately got to work. This time he didn't waste his time healing a human with human techniques. Aziraphale hovered above Zacks's wounds, as a bright light shinned from Aziraphale's hands. After about 2 minutes, his wounds were healed. Aziraphale almost collapsed from exhaustion when Crowley tried to help Aziraphale he waved him off saying, "I don't need your help."

Crowley felt bad for both of his boy...uh... Crowley stopped in his tracks. This even caught the Aziraphale's attention. "You ok dear?" asked Aziraphale. "I don't even know. I almost called you and Zack my boyfriend. I only meet Zack yesterday and I am almost falling for him as much I fell for you 6,000 years ago." , replied Crowley. Aziraphale walked over to Crowley side, "It's ok dear. We can talk to him when he wakes up.", said Aziraphale kindly. As Aziraphale left to brew up some tea, Crowley gently grabbed Zack's limp hand, "I will always protect you." said Crowley.

Zack was then moved to the couch so he would be more comfortable than a wooden table. Aziraphale was reading a book while drink tea, Crowley on the other hand was anxiously waiting for Zack to wake up. He was trying to figure out how he would tell him that one of his comfort characters has a crush on him. Crowley was in surprise once Zack woke up.

Crowley was so restless, he grabbed Aziraphale's hand. "My dear Crowley. Would snuggling help?" asked Aziraphale in a calm voice. Crowley nodded. It was a tight fit but Crowley and Aziraphale together in one chair. Aziraphale started humming to the point they both fell asleep in each other arms. Their love for each other is ineffable.

Zack Pov

I woke up with sound of soft snoring and fire crackling. I was very sore and my hoodie was stiff. Looked to my hoodie to find dry blood. I pulled up my hoodie off to find that there was no wound but a scar. My frantic fright over dry blood woke Aziraphale and Crowley. "Well this is embarrassing." I thought as I sat there with only my pants and binder on. Crowley yawned, "I am glad you awake and ok." Said Crowley in a happy tired voice.

Third Person Pov

Aziraphale miracles the blood out of Zack's shirt and hoodie. As he was putting his clothes back in Crowley gave one last nervous look at Aziraphale. "So umm...Zack. I need to tell you something." Said Crowley.

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Third Person Pov

“What’s up? You can tell me anything.” Spoke Zack. Crowley took a big gulp, “So Zack, I…I have feeling for you. When I saw you wounded on the table, you were on the verge of death, and-” Zack got up and placed a gentle kiss on Crowley’s lips. Crowley snake eyes dilated his cheeks were blushed. That is when Aziraphale spoke up. “So we are all clear, Crowley and I am already dating. Would you want to be in a polyamorous relationship?” Zack had a lot to think about here, he would have two boyfriends instead of one. He already felt a strong bond with them both, stronger than friends. Zack nodded, “Yes, I would love that.”

The rest of the day was laid back, Crowley was listening to music (melophile), Aziraphale was reading a book (bibliophile) and I was in the tiny forest behind the shop which fascinated Zack (nemophilist).

          Zack Pov

The sun started to set so I went inside. Today has been a busy day, flied for the first time, got attack by Gabriel, almost died, and now two boyfriends. When I shifted I knew it would be crazy especially without a script, but woah. This was really crazy

As I walked back inside I saw Aziraphale reading and I heard Crowley yell somewhere in the distance, “GROW BETTER!” I let out a small laugh. Aziraphale caught me passing, “Oh hello dear.” Said Aziraphale. I explained I was going upstairs to hangout before dinner it was around 4:30 pm right now and Aziraphale tends to make dinner around 6:00pm.

I decide to draw upstairs in my bedroom. Once I got upstairs I started looking in hopes to find my drawing supplies. Luckily I found a box underneath the bed that had my journal and colored pencil roll, canvases, paints, and some paint brushes. I happily grabbed my journal and pencil roll. I also pulled out my mp3 player that I found the previse night in the night stand. I chose my favorite song “American Idiot by Green Day” than decide to draw some gay art. What kind of gay art you may ask, well just some fluff gay art. Two teen boys snuggling and one is kissing the other forehead. Luckily my computer was also here even though it was wiped clean of anything my CR had so only things this DR ok stuff popped up. To clarify better, Hogwarts, Good Omens and my photography was gone. But like nature backgrounds, quotes, and schoolwork popped up. I looked up references for my art idea and got to work.

I totally forgot about the time as I was listening to music under motivation folder ad doing art. I didn’t even realize that Aziraphale and Crowley were behind me standing in the doorway.

Third Person Pov

Aziraphale and Crowley watching in aww as their boyfriend was happily drawing. They stay quit for sometime to try to not to disturbed Zack. When Crowley shifted his weight, he made a floor board creak. Crowley scrunched his face, forgetting that his old building had many creaky floor boards. The abrupt sound startled Zack as he threw aside his earbuds and turned around. “How long have you been standing there?” Asked Zack nervously. Aziraphale than replied, “Oh just enough time to see your drawing skills.” A small smile crept onto Zack’s face.

It was silent for sometime until Crowley spoke, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry.” As Crowley and Aziraphale started to walk down the stairs Zack tossed his supplies back in the box, that’s when he saw it. There was a shoe box under the bed the spiked his interest. As he grabbed it he felt an odd sensation like electric go through him. When he opened he found his small pocket knife but it now had two wing outline on it. He also found a folded up jean jacket that had “unit 57” in the front and “GUARDIN” with wing that faded from black(top) to white(bottom) on the back. “Hmm” thought Zack as he put the knife is his pocket and put the jacket on. “Coming Zack?” asked Crowley from the kitchen. Zack than ran down the stairs.

Once everybody got to the dinner table they all started to eat dinner in silence. Aziraphale almost chocked on his food when he asked, “Where did you get that jacket?” Zack saw fear, anger, and sadness in his eyes. “I um found it under my bed with this.” Said Zack as he placed the pocket knife on the table. Aziraphale and Crowley exchange glance. “Zack, it’s time.” Said Crowley. Zack sat there in confusion, “Time for what?” he though. That is when Aziraphale started to explain.

“Zack, hundreds of years ago there was half angels, half demons, and part human, which is better known as Nephalem. They also have some nicknames like the Guardians for certain divisions. They were not with hell nor with heaven but tend to good. They tried to bring balance with heaven and hell by breaking the ineffable plan. Hell was not happy when they were stopping evil plans and so was haven for they tried to break the ineffable plan. Heaven and hell sent soldiers to cut their wings off and kill them, eventually they all died off. Zack you don’t have wings like theirs but in a way, you do. Your nature I have noticed is to be strong, loyal, kind, caring, and protective. Plus when a young or teen age Nephalem earns their right to be a guardian their favorite weapon such as a knife, axe, sword, or a bow will have that symbol appear. It is time for your place as a guardian.”

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Third Person Pov

Zack sat there barley eating his food, just thinking. Thinking on how he went from a nobody that just shifted to good omens, to someone that carries so much honor and responsibility.

Aziraphale and Crowley would glance up from time to time to see how Zack was doing. They were already done with dinner while Zack still had a full plate. “Zack?” asked Crowley softly. “Hmm?” Zack replied. “You ok? Want more time to finish dinner?” asked Crowley. Zack quickly replied, “I-I’m fine. I’m going to save my dinner for lunch tomorrow.”

He quickly got up and put his food in the fridge, than he ran upstairs to his bedroom. As Crowley was about to get up, Aziraphale put a hand upon Crowley’s, “Don’t dear, he needs time.” Reassuringly said Aziraphale. Crowley hesitantly nodded and sat back down.

He then took off his glasses as tears streamed down. “What are we going to do Aziraphale? Heaven and hell probably already know and they will hunt him down and…” he hiccups on tears, “and kill him” sobbed Crowley. “Oh come here dear.” Spoke Aziraphale as he brought Crowley into a hug.

Zack Pov

I sat on the top of the stairs. My heart torn seeing my boyfriend’s get so emotional and sad over me. I let out my wings and wrapped them around me. I have found that my wings bring comfort to me, feel like a big hug.

I don’t want to be different I thought as I look at my wings. I think they are awesome and cool but why do I have to be a Nephalem?! As I sobbed I heard the steps creak. As I peeked out between my wings, I saw Crowley and Aziraphale both with tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Zack.” Spoke Aziraphale softly. As they came closer to me. I moved my wings so they wrapped around them. “We love you not matter what and we fight to the end if it requires it so you can be safe.” Whispered Crowley as he wiped away one of my tears.

We sat there just hugging each other until we felt ok enough to get up. I was about to doze off when I felt a tickle in my shoulder-? No wing. Aziraphale was going through my feathers. “Oh my dear, you need to take better care of you wings.” I snorted for I wasn’t the best at self-care. Crowley heled me get up and led me to the living room.

Aziraphale laid down some blankets and pillows on the floor, “Here you go dear, just lay on your stomach and stretch out your wings.” I did just that as Crowley moved towards my side. “Want me to work on your right (white) or left (black) wing?” I just said I was cool with whatever. After some talking Crowley got my left wing and Aziraphale got my right.    

For the most part it went well. The ruffled feather that needed to be plucked didn’t hurt. Once in a while Crowley plucked a good feather which hurted a little. I melted at how there supernatural hands were so comforting. I swore I thought I saw Aziraphale halo for a second. I melted at how kind Crowley can be. Most people may see Crowley as evil and mean but the truth is once you get through that armor you can fund a cute, gentle, caring, and soft ish fall angel.

Once they got done and saw the two tiny piles of feather I had an idea. I quickly sat up and smacked Crowley with my wing. “Be right back.” I snorted and laughed, then ran to Aziraphale’s office. “Found it!” I said and ran back to the living room. I took scrap blue fabric and two good black and white feathers, and wrapped it around my wrist. “There!” I said as I smiled.

Both Aziraphale and Crowley glanced at each other and let out a soft giggle. Today wasn’t so bad after all.

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Zack Pov

I woke up to the sound of soft traffic and heard some birds chirping. As I got out of bed and got dressed I look at the calendar. “Woah! Today is transgender day of visibility! Awesome.” I thought in my head excitedly.

As I ran down the old creaky stairs of the comforting bookshop and I accidently ran into Aziraphale. “Oh sorry Aziraphale, didn’t mean to bump into you.” I said apologetically. “Don’t worry dear. Also what got you in a rush?” He asked.

I stood there trying to control my excitement and catch my breath, “T-today is transgender v-visibility day.” I replied a little out of breath. “OH! That’s right I remember that first started in 2009. I went to my first pride parade with Crowley back on July 1 1972, found memories.” Said Aziraphale as he smiled brightly.

I smiled with him as we walked together into the kitchen. “What got you two in a chipper mood?” asked Crowley as he sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee out of his black cup with a snake handle. “Oh well-”Aziraphale and I said at the same time. Aziraphale gave me the clear away to speak for him. “Well today is transgender day of visibility.” I stated. Crowley sloshy mood then switched to a new as he pricked up and beamed a little brighter. “You don’t say” said, Crowley.

Crowley gave Aziraphale a quick glance than back to me. “What?” I asked. “Well I don’t believe we fully told you about our identities yet.” Replied Crowley. Aziraphale then stepped into the conversation, “Well I will speak for both Crowley and I. Crowley here is Gender fluid, Bisexual, and ambiamorous. I myself is nonbinary, pansexual, and still figuring some things out.”

I just stood there listening to Aziraphale as I smiled think to myself, “Woah, I am so lucky to have two boyfriends that are under the trans umbrella to. I don’t feel as alone anymore.” That is when Crowley snapped me out of it, “You ok Zack?” I replied, “Y-yeah I’m fine, just so happy that I don’t feel as alone anymore.” Crowley and Aziraphale smiled as Crowley brought us into a big group hug. “We love you Zack” said Aziraphale and Crowley at the same time.

It felt like time slowed down as we were in this warm comforting group hug. I could smell the old books, tea, and lilac cologne off Aziraphale. For Crowley I smelled used leather, oil, and something else.

Once we broke the hug Aziraphale ran off and came back with a small brown box. “I was going to wait till pride month, but I am deciding to let you have this early.” I took the box and sat down at the kitchen table. As I slowly opened the box, nonbinary laces caught my eye first. I was so happy and excited to put them on my boots. There was also a he/they pronoun pin and it gave off withy vibes which I loved. “Thank you Aziraphale and Crowley” I thanked them. As Crowley was ruffling up my hair he replied, “No problem Zack.”

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Chapter 8

Zack Pov

I woke the next day from the bright sunshine peaking through the curtains. Last night I overheard Aziraphale and Crowley planning something, so I threw on some clothes and rushed out of the guest bedroom or now also known as my bedroom. I was almost out of my room when I remembered my pocket-knife. I quickly rushed back in my bedroom and grabbed the pocket-knife from the night-stand drawer, tucking it away in my pant pocket.

As I ran downstairs, I saw Azri and Crowley beam like the sun. “What got you guys in a good mood?” I asked while trying to hide the fact I overhead their conversation. “Well Crowley and I have thoughts, since today is a good day, would you like to go to the fair?”, asked Aziraphale. I smiled and said “Yes!” I was about to run to put my shoes on but then Crowley called out, “Hey mister, have you forgotten breakfast? Also, we need a chat real quick.”

I sighed but went and sat down at the table. “How are you feeling dear? Any pain at your side or back?” asked Aziraphale softly. I responder chipperly that I was good and read to go, also that I wasn’t hungry. “Ok,” said Crowley with a smile, “We just need to make some rules. One, don’t venture off to far because Haven and Hell still want you gone…aka dead. Two, tell us if you don’t feel well or if your getting overwhelmed. Three, we act normally and blend in.”, Crowley stated as he put on his glasses. “Alright, time to go!” I said as I ran to put on my shoes, and to the car. I was so excited for today.

Third Person Pov

As the Bentley pulled up to the fair, Aziraphale handed back some earbuds to Zack, “I’ve noticed that sometimes loud noises bother you. So, if you ever need them, you got them.” Zack smiled at the kind gesture as he put them in hos pant pockets. “Ok, remember the rules?”, asked Crowley. Zack nodded in reply.

It was a full and eventful day, the decide it would be best to get day passes so they can spend as much fun the day. First Zack and Crowley rock, paper, shoe between zero gravity and bumper cars. Let’s just say, in the end Aziraphale won and they went on the Ferris wheel. Some rides were just Zack and Crowley, other were Crowley and Aziraphale, and a good chunk all three went together.

During one ride while Zack and Aziraphale went on, Crowley stayed by and waited. Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw something, also smelled it…demon. He turned his attention to this demon and huffed over to him, “You,” growled Crowley, “don’t you know how to keep your nose out of my business Hassstur.” Crowley hissed with his now formed snake tongue. Crowley shoved Hastur against a stand wall, “You know that Aziraphale is my job, your out of line.” Whisper Crowley in a threatening tone. “Who is the new angel then?”, asked Hastur in a snarky tone. A chill went down Crowley’s spine. He slammed Hastur against the wall again, “It’s none of your business! Now find a different angel to torment.” Crowley hissed at Hastur as he vanished into thin air. “Crowley?” Aziraphale called out. Crowley secured his sunglass and went back to Aziraphale.

“What was that about?”, whispered Aziraphale as Zack was looking around for the next ride. Crowley was hoping Aziraphale didn’t see him and Hastur arguing. “It was nothing angel, don’t worry about it. It has been dealt with.” Crowley whispered back.

Zack Pov

Later that night, I helped lay a blanket out on the grassy field. I was getting read for fireworks, and man was excited! I snuggled between Aziraphale and Crowley as we wait. As we wait, I listen to the sound of children laughter. Once I saw my watch tik to 10:00 pm, I carefully put in my earbuds. Crowley gave me a thumbs up once the first firework goes off with a loud boom, and crackle which was muffled due to the earplugs. I give a thumbs up back telling him “I’m ok”. I sat there snuggled between the angel and demon.

It was an odd, one moment I was sitting in a dark field, watching fireworks go off, had Aziraphale and Crowley on each side of me, and grass between my fingers. At this moment however, the field was dimly light and extremely foggy, I was in some kind of armor coved in dirt and blood, dirt in-between my fingers, and the next thing sent chills down my spine. Aziraphale and Crowley dead bodies laid lifeless by my feet.

As the moment started, it ended. I quickly get up and run. I run as I feel the grass crunch under my feet. Out of nowhere, something from my left side tackled me to the ground. I grip the human like form but it’s shoulders trying to fight back. Even in the dark night, I saw and felt black eyes stare into my soul, and a smirk slowly crossed his face. “There you are.” He whispered slowly and with a bone chilling demonic feeling. I gage as his breath smelled of death and blood.