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Aziraphale felt a bit better about the actions he took against heaven involving job's children because of the chat he had with demon Crowley. Though this didn't quite settle the unrest that sat at the bottom of the angels belly. He had gone against at least 3 heavenly rules after all if not more, and he even put food inside his heavenly temple.
"Maybe that's why my stomach feels like this" the anxious angel muttered as he made his way to heaven, half heartedly convincing himself that the food was the reason butterflies were fluttering in his belly. Beads of sweat were running off his forehead tracing down to his jawline at the thought of what he would face past heavens doors.
He stepped through the threshold into heavens minimalistic atmosphere and as soon he did so, a harsh voice screamed for him, echoing throughout the monochromatic open area. It was the Archangel Micheal.
His immediate response was to freeze in place. He knew exactly what this summon was about. He took a deep shaky breath and turned to face the angry voice.
"Come here right this instant!" Michael persisted, with the other Archangels beside her, and the Supreme Archangel Gabriel almost looking as if he was pouting a little way off from the rest. Uriel stepped up and started off the confrontation with a simple, already answered question.
"So Aziraphale, please do tell me how human babies are born" the question or more so demand, was laced in sarcasm, and the other Archangels surrounded Aziraphale uncomfortably close. "Ah! . . . Well you see-" he started off, looking around him with a worried smile on his face. " babies are born to the woman who . . . a-anyhow the children come into existence when the female pulls out a . . . um, part. . . Of her. . . Husband-. . .and the kids come out all in different ages." He finished awkwardly, his gaze darting on the other angels, falling lastly on Micheal who once more began to speak.
"Well. . . Aziraphale, we found some records that greatly contradict what you said, and what happened momentarily ago with jobs children." Aziraphale gulped. "Those weren't her children were they?" She continued "Her new children Aziraphale." Aziraphale thought he would crumble if he continued to stand there, he was a goner, he could feel it.
Now he was left standing there wondering what punishment he faced, his gaze locked on the ground. "Aziraphale! Answer me" Micheal repeated, her voice shouted full of rage. Aziraphale flinched, "No ma'am", he responded with a weak squeak, his voice shaking, and tears filling his gaze.
Micheal instead of looking at Aziraphale, turned and locked eyes with the supreme Archangel Gabriel mockingly, rubbing in the fact that he was wrong about child birth.
Gabriel stepped past Micheal and towered over Aziraphale "ehem, Aziraphale..." He looked up at Gabriel, tears trailing down his cheeks. "Yes Gabriel?" the words fought their way through rapid breaths. "I have talked with the Metatron and God and we have decided, that you're not fit to be an angel anymore, Aziraphale. You have broken many rules and we can not allow it." Gabriel finished with passive aggressive smile, and put his hand on Micheal shoulder and laughed, as if the whole ordeal wasn't even that big.
Aziraphale tried to defend his actions while not quite comprehending what was happening, "I could not let you kill innocent kids. . . for a bet. . .I- I just couldn't let anyone do that. . .It wasn't right! " Aziraphale declared in between sobs and he fell to his knees. Gabriel shrugged, the same sickening smile still plastered on his face. "Sorry. . .not sorry". Aziraphale looked up to see the over confident face of Gabriel, and then he was falling.
Falling from unimaginable heights to the lowest depths possible, he flapped his wings but found he could not fly. Aziraphale screamed and cried, he could feel the love of God leaving his very being, it was cold, but it burned, it burned as if hellfire was taking over his very being. The worst pain he could have ever imagined. He fell for a long time, in agonizing pain, then suddenly he landed.
He landed in sticky, boiling black tar, it was very very hot, he was very hot, he felt like he was melting, he wanted to melt. . .to escape the reality that was happening to him. Time had began to pass, though he could not tell how long it had been since he landed, submerged in the inky pit, the hope and love leaking out of him as he laid there, and his body began to change form.
His wings were burned black while small white furs began to appear on the side of his face and his nails had grown two times their original size, turning his hands into paws. His nose became a bit pointier as well and his ears had grown larger taking a more circular shape. but Aziraphale was not at all aware of his transformation, as he was lost in his own thoughts.
Words filled the newly made demons head, all words full of longingness, and emptiness. Thoughts such as " I am undeserving of her love" and "I'm not worthy of gods love" repeated themself around his head, putting Aziraphale into a deeper and deeper state of despair and self hate, as all reason and logic were not present in this shocked, panicked and depressed state.
He was in the pit for more than a week before anyone found him there. And the person who had found him was no other than his old friend Crowley.