I'd like to say a few words about what Good Omens means to me and why I believe this wasn't the ending our fandom deserved.
For years, this story, these characters, and this fandom were my home, my safe place, without even realizing it. And maybe it's true that you never fully understand the value of something until you lose it. One day, completely by chance, during a particularly difficult time when I was feeling really low, I started watching this show. From that moment on, something inside me changed, even if I didn't realize it at the time. Not long after, I read the book as well. Somehow, it helped me through that difficult time with surprising ease. It gave me hope when I needed it most, through humor and kindness, through its strange, wonderful, and deeply human characters. I saw parts of myself in them. I cared about them. And the message at the heart of the story stayed with me for years to come, changing the way I see the world forever.
It made me believe that, despite adversity, pain, suffering, and all the bad things life can throw at us, everything was going to be okay in the end. That if I believed hard enough, the world would take care of me. That the world always deserves another chance, even if it’s just one person trying to do their best with what they have, trying to help others in whatever way they can. That somehow, in the end, things would work out. That everyone would eventually get their happy ending.
Or at least, that’s what I used to believe. Because the final episode of Good Omens took a completely different path from what the book and the previous two seasons had built up to.
Crowley: "I want a real universe. I want the people to have a chance. I want free will to be a real thing. People deserve the chance... to live in the real world. Even if there are no angels. No demons. No us. Ever again."
But Good Omens already told us that human beings are the main source of evil. So God wasn’t even the real culprit. And on top of that, it is human beings who created God; the idea of what God wants, and the reasons we use to justify religious wars.
It’s not the existence of God that ruins society: it’s the idea of God, and that is a human creation.
I’ve never been religious, but now I find myself hoping with all my heart that if God does exist, then she is just and merciful. Because I can’t stand the idea of her being some selfish, shallow being who takes pleasure in playing with people’s lives. And that’s not how it was portrayed in the first two seasons. The idea that, from the perspective of an immortal and all-knowing being, the only way to fix things is to annihilate everything is genuinely depressing and makes absolutely no sense. Why would it end up causing its own destruction?
A world without God is a world without faith, without a soul, without destiny, without an afterlife, without reincarnation, and therefore without hope. They gave humans something they never chose and never asked for. The point was to give humanity true free will, the freedom to decide for themselves what they want, but they still failed even at that, because Crowley and Aziraphale ended up deciding for humanity. But more importantly, how could God have created a world without her if she wasn’t there in the first place? And if she still exists, and there is no Heaven or Hell anymore, and no souls destined to be together, then God has once again been playing with their lives, making it clear that their sacrifice to create this new world served no purpose. Because if God is still out there, interfering with human lives, then not even now do humans truly have free will.
What I always loved about this story was seeing how Aziraphale and Crowley didn't blindly obey Heaven and Hell, but questioned them instead, wondering whether what they are doing is right or wrong, just like human beings do. Because this story shows that extremism is wrong on both sides, whether in the name of good or evil. It teaches that you have to look within yourself for answers, because deep down we already know the difference between right and wrong. God has given us all the tools we need to understand that.
So what if this really was how it was always meant to happen from the very beginning?
Those are Crowley's and Aziraphale's words in the first season.
Crowley: "Angel... what if the Almighty planned it like this all along? From the very beginning?"
Aziraphale: "Could have. I wouldn’t put it past her."
The fact that Crowley learned that the world would end after six thousand years, the need to ask questions, the fall, the Antichrist being swapped and ending up in the wrong family instead of the one he was destined for, the fact that Adam managed to stop the apocalypse, and everything that led up to that moment. Not because free will doesn’t exist and God is playing with everyone’s lives, making each person act as she wishes, but because she knew from the very beginning, from the moment she created the world, that everything would unfold exactly as she intended. Being the one who created it, she would not make mistakes, and even if she did, she would accept having lost control over a world she set in motion, a world she no longer governs directly, leaving others the freedom to choose their own fate without interference once everything has begun. Just as when she allowed Crowley to tempt Eve into eating the forbidden fruit of knowledge, so that humans could understand the difference between good and evil and be free to make their own choices. The evils of the world do not come from her, but from the choices she allowed human beings to make.
Crowley: "Makes you wonder what God's really planning."
Aziraphale: "Best not to speculate. It's all part of the Great Plan. It's not for us to understand. It's ineffable."
Crowley: "The Great Plan's ineffable?"
Aziraphale: "Exactly. It is beyond understanding and incapable of being put into words."
God’s Great Plan is ineffable, just like this world. We don’t know what will happen to us tomorrow, we only know that we have this one life to live, and we shouldn’t waste a single second of it. Thinking that the best option is to erase everything and start over from scratch is a pessimistic and nihilistic view. That he world is beyond saving and deserved to be destroyed, that everything we do means nothing, and that in the end the strongest and cruelest will always win. But that was never what Good Omens was meant to say. It was a tv series and a story I used to lose myself in to escape the terrible things in life, where in the end all the characters got what they had always wanted: friends, a loving and caring family, a welcoming place to live, a partner, a companion for life, or someone they chose, again and again.
They showed you that it was possible to do good even if you had made mistakes, even if you were hurt, broken, imperfect. That it was perfectly fine to be exactly as you were, that you didn’t need to change for anyone. That this didn’t make you less worthy of love, but special. That somewhere, someone would see those imperfections and flaws and love them just as much as your qualities, if not more. That those very imperfections and flaws might be the reason someone loves you in the first place. We don’t fall in love with perfect things. We fall in love with the cracks, with the darker sides, with the loneliness we all carry inside us and keep trying to fill with people who don’t understand us, searching for someone who can understand that loneliness, who can understand that pain. Because you fall in love with those who have survived.
"One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony."
Haruki Murakami.
It was a tv series where, in the end, good always triumphed over evil. Where life always triumphed over death. And all of that completely disappeared in the final episode, as if all those shades of grey the protagonists were so proud of, and through which they had found common ground, had been erased. As if only those who are completely blameless, flawless, and perfect deserved to live. All other living beings supposedly didn’t deserve to heal, to try to feel better, to improve, or to keep living. They were supposed to be erased from existence and replaced with perfect living beings; without trauma, without suffering, without any negative experiences. And in doing so, they threw away all the important messages this story had been trying to convey, telling us that only black and white exist. That the purest white is the only thing worthy of happiness, and that the deepest, darkest black is meant to give up and die.
So instead of giving us a sense of peace, positivity, and faith in people and in life, it left us with a feeling of anxiety and emptiness so deep that, in comparison, real life suddenly feels better and more acceptable.
And I believe that is one of the most horrific things a story like this, with these intentions, could possibly do.
This story taught us that existing, loving, choosing, being different, and continuing to move forward despite pain… all of it had value.
That even in a universe built on unfair rules, corrupted systems, and hierarchies constantly trying to tell you who you are supposed to be and who you are allowed to love, there is still something no power can truly control: the choice to remain human.
Because Crowley and Aziraphale were never just an angel and a demon. They were not just a ship. They represented everyone who has ever been made to believe that their love was wrong. Two immortal beings raised on opposite sides, taught to believe that their bond was impossible, unnatural, dangerous. And yet they kept choosing each other anyway. Always. At first in secret, with fear, hesitation, and with all the walls they had built to protect themselves over centuries. But as time went on, their barriers weakened more and more, and what once divided them no longer mattered, because they shared something they could not share with anyone else. Not with their own kind, nor with human beings: the loneliness of being different from their respective factions. The loneliness of feeling human in a world of humans that kept dying and being reborn. No one else could ever understand them the way they understood each other. And that brought them closer and closer together.
They kept finding their way back to each other because true love does not obey rules created by fear. And that is why so many queer people saw themselves in them. Because in real life there are no angels and demons, but there are religions, institutions, families, and entire societies that teach people certain kinds of love are wrong. That you must repress yourself. Hide. Give up parts of who you are in order to be accepted.
But Good Omens seemed to tell us: no. You don’t have to erase yourself to deserve love. You don’t have to become perfect to deserve to exist. You don’t have to give up your contradictions, your pain, or your mistakes in order to be worthy of being loved.
"To the world."
Not to Heaven. Not to Hell. To the world. Imperfect, chaotic, simply human. With its contradictions and its shades of grey.
"Well, maybe there is something to be said for... shades of grey."
Because Good Omens has never celebrated perfection. It has always celebrated humanity. Imperfection. Freedom of choice. The possibility of change. The right to be complicated, emotional, contradictory, and alive.
And that is exactly why an ending centered on sacrifice, death, and the annihilation of everything in order to create a supposedly perfect world without pain feels so wrong and hurts so much. Because it feels like a denial of everything this story has built. Suffering is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. And suffering is never something positive. It destroys you. It tears you apart. It makes you feel as if there are no other possibilities left but to remain trapped in that pain, and it leaves you wondering what any of this is even for.
But completely eliminating suffering does not eliminate only evil. It eliminates life itself. Because being alive means feeling everything, including pain; feeling joy and anger, love and loss, hope and fear.
Our scars are not proof that we are irreparably broken and therefore to be discarded. They are proof that we have survived despite everything. And we deserve the chance to try to be happy regardless.
Crowley and Aziraphale have always done exactly that: they tried to survive in a world that was stacked against them. They survived Heaven. Hell. Loneliness. Shame. Fear. They survived systems that constantly tried to pull them apart and convince them that their love was wrong.
And despite all of this, they still kept choosing each other. Crowley and Aziraphale deserved a chance to be happy despite their trauma, all their suffering and all their pain.
That was the heart of Good Omens.
Not perfection. Not sacrifice. Not surrendering to the inevitable. But resistance. Stubborn hope. The choice to keep loving and living even when the world tries to convince you it’s pointless. Because the point was never: one day the pain will disappear. The point was: despite all this pain, life is still worth living.
Love is still worth choosing.
Fighting is still worth it.
Staying is still worth it.
That was the hope this story gave people. Not the fantasy of a perfect world, but the belief that even in a cruel and unfair one; love, solidarity, and rebellion against corrupt systems still matter. That being different is not something to be ashamed of. That even the smallest acts of kindness and disobedience still have meaning.
So what message does an ending like this leave behind?
That none of it ever really mattered?
That love doesn't conquer all after all?
That fighting against injustice is pointless because corrupt systems and power structures will always win?
That the only real peace comes through surrender and annihilation?
Because that was not what Good Omens was meant to convey, but rather the opposite.
Crowley and Aziraphale were not good because they were pure. They were good because they were tired, wounded, imperfect… and still chose compassion over cruelty.
Only those who have ever felt like that can recognize it in others. And in that recognition, there is something that keeps us going, something that makes life feel less unbearable. The sense that we are not alone, and that we matter, even in the smallest things we say and do. It was the same for them. They were lonely, and that loneliness led them to each other. Not as perfect beings, but as a refuge in each other, where they could simply be themselves, fall apart, and still not be abandoned. And maybe that is the real strength: not never falling, but falling and still choosing to rise again, with more awareness, more dignity, and more love. Because knowing what it means to be lost, wounded, and betrayed, and at the same time knowing how to love and trust, teaches you what it truly means to be human. They kept finding reasons to love humanity despite all its flaws. They kept finding reasons to love each other despite everything they had been taught.
And that is why this ending does not feel like an inevitable tragedy. It feels like surrender. As though everything they had learned meant nothing. As if love, hope, and resistance were nothing more than childish illusions, destined to lose against something greater and more powerful. But then what remains?
If even they have to surrender, what is left for all the people who saw themselves in them? For all those who found comfort in watching two imperfect beings defy fate simply for the chance to love each other freely?
No. That was not why we fell in love with this story.
We fell in love with a story that told us that being different is not a flaw. That our contradictions do not make us monsters. That people can choose each other even against the whole world. That shades of grey are more real than false perfection.
We fell in love with a story about the tragic and beautiful reality of being alive.
And to be alive also means to suffer.
There is no life without suffering, just as there is no life without death.
As Death says in the first season: "I am creation's shadow. You cannot destroy me, that would destroy the world."
But above all, it means continuing to choose the world, other people, and yourself despite everything.
And I refuse to believe that a story built on that idea was ever meant to end by saying the exact opposite.
For all these reasons, I cannot accept an ending that erases who they are and what they have become. Not because they must remain unchanged, but because their identity is built on memory, choice, and connection. To strip that away is to deny the very meaning of their story. I cannot accept this ending. And I never will. I do not believe this is the conclusion Terry Pratchett would have wanted for his characters and the world he built. This fandom will remember them forever. They will never truly die in our memories. They are still alive in the meaning they hold for us, in everything they represent, and in everything they continue to inspire. They are still alive for us, living on earth doing what they love the most: going for lunch at the Ritz, over shared drinks and endless conversations, walking in the park or driving through the streets, listening to music, reading, having adventures, helping others, and being silly together. Choosing each other. Being on their side. Forever.
And I want to make it clear that it's completely okay if you liked this ending. It's okay if you think this episode was perfect and that it didn't betray the messages this story has always tried to convey. But please, don't waste your time insulting or belittling people who think differently. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, as long as it's expressed with respect and thoughtfulness.
People have the right to criticize something they care deeply about. They have the right to feel anger, disappointment, and sadness when they believe something they love wasn't handled properly. And they also have the right to feel joy and happiness about how things turned out. Everyone's feelings are valid.
We can discuss things calmly, trying to show each other our perspectives, but please don't expect someone to change their mind simply because you disagree with them. I encourage everyone to think for themselves and try to approach things logically, without being influenced by what others think.
I only wanted to express my opinion and let out all the negative feelings I'm carrying right now. And if these words can make even one person feel a little less alone, then they will have accomplished something meaningful, and that, in turn, will make me feel a little less alone too.
Writing helps me release this enormous weight I've been carrying. It helps keep me from completely losing my mind. And knowing that there are people on the other side who understand me and appreciate what I'm saying helps me more than I can express. It truly means the world to me.
This fandom is one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and I will always be grateful for that. It's thanks to this fandom and the people in it, those who have made me laugh and made me feel understood that I didn't completely sink into the depression this episode threw me into.
This episode killed our hopes and took away so much of the motivation and creativity that inspired people in this fandom to create art, write stories, and make countless other things inspired by this world. But it's thanks to all of you that, even through the pain, we've managed to get back up and are trying to heal. Thanks to the love this fandom has for these characters, for each other, and for life itself.
We know we deserve better than this. Much better.
They may erase Aziraphale, Crowley, humanity, and even the entire universe. They may be forgotten by whatever new world comes after. But we will never forget them. Because we know how important this story is to each of us, and how important it is to tell stories like this; stories about the weird ones, the outsiders, the people who don't fit in and don't even want to. The people who refuse to bend to a corrupt and toxic system for the sake of convenience. The people who fight injustice and believe that this world can become something better.
Thank you so much if you've read all of this and made it this far.
I love you all. ❤️
