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I guess this is a mini series now? Maid Michael.......

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Since my maid Gabriel is my most liked post, here, have a cat boy Gabriel

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Ermm..... maid Gabriel....

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Too bad we can’t all quit our jobs and be on our own sides… can we?

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Omg best thing ever!

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Afterward - Part 11

A Good Omens Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Here’s how it works:

I’ll write a scene.

At the end of each scene, you’ll be presented with 2-3 options for what the characters will choose to do next.

Comment or reblog to vote for your choice. I’ll count all votes after the first 24 hours after each update is posted.

Read: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

(#2 won! Crowley will devote 50% of his energy to not being an utter bastard - even if Gabriel absolutely deserves it.)

Afterward - - Part 11

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Heaven is…quieter than Crowley remembers. Permeating the halls is a nearly tangible tenseness. It weighs, heavy and sinking, upon cool, crisp Heavenly air.

“I know you lot don’t have the crowding problem that we’ve got down below, but,” Crowley says, determinedly holding his hips - which look like Michael’s - still and his spine - just slightly shorter than what he’s used to - straight. 

“Isn’t this a little empty, even for Heaven?”

“Like I said - it’s a hectic day. Everyone’s busy,” Gabriel says with a sharp glance over his shoulder. “Also? Shut up.”

“That is no way to speak to a fellow Archangel, Gabriel. Honestly, I expected better from you.” Crowley replies, arching one of Michael’s sharp brows.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too,” Crowley says in a mocking falsetto. 

“Don’t say that in Michael’s body - no, actually, you know what? How about you don’t say that at all? Or better yet? Don’t speak. Thanks.”

For a long second, the rasp of footsteps is the only sound between them.

“-I just think it’s ironic, ya know?” Crowley cuts in, mimicking Michael’s sharp voice. “You’re oozing with hate - way more than I’ve got, and I’m the demon-”

Before he can finish, a blurred, undoubtedly angelic figure cuts around the corner. White shoes squeak on marble. Crowley’s mouth snaps closed.

Uriel stops just short of collision.

Shoulders rising and falling, Uriel snaps her feet together, jerking to attention.

“Gabriel,” Uriel says, and glances at Michael - and twists around, falling out of attention as she does a double take.

“Michael?” Uriel blinks, incredulous. “But you were just-”

“Yeah, yep, I ran into Michael on my way here - but come on Uriel, we’re wasting time,” Gabriel says, steering the angel by her shoulder. “You had an assignment, remember? You promised you wouldn’t let me down.”

“Gabriel,” Uriel says, spinning away, wrenching her shoulder out of Gabriel’s grasp. “I can’t find Her. No one can find Her. Anywhere! It’s like - It’s like, like… she’s gone.”

“Wait,” Crowley says, skin prickling with a nervous energy. “her or Her?”

“Michael, are you alright? Because we were just-”

“What?” Gabriel interrupts with a loud, awkward laugh. “Michael’s fine. It’s a test, obviously. Checking to make sure you’re not …uh, an imposter.”

“It’s not a bad thought, I suppose,” Uriel replies after a moment.

“It’s…not?”

“You didn’t hear? Hours ago - right around the time God disappeared, there was a flare of energy. Metatron felt it. It was dark, and it was powerful. And it came from below.”

Crowley chokes on his breath.  

“Wha- God’s what?”

Uriel turns, brows furrowing in frustration, “Michael-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Uriel,” Gabriel snaps, interrupting. “You’re saying we’re - what? Invaded?”

The cold, sharp click of heels on marble interrupts them.

Michael, clad in Heavenly white, marches around the bend. Upon catching sight of the trio, the Archangel stops short.

Three ethereal and one occult being go suddenly, instantly still.

Cold eyes rake up and down Crowley’s disguised body.

“Who,” Michael says, voice sharp and cruel as broken glass, “are you?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Face-to-face with the real Archangel Michael, Crowley….

Accuses Michael of being the imposter. Crowley is reasonably sure that Gabriel will back him up - if for no other reason than to avoid being caught fraternizing with a demon…and harboring one in his living quarters. 

Shoves past Uriel and Michael and makes a run for it on his own. Crowley worries that Gabriel will betray him in an attempt to avoid blame. Crowley thinks he’ll be able to track down the Hellfire on his own. He may not remember details of a life in Heaven, but he has a vague and blurry recollection of the place. And besides, it’s Hellfire he’s looking for. It should call to him. In theory.

Recalls that Uriel was also one of the angels who eagerly watched Aziraphale burn. Using the element of surprise to his advantage, Crowley attempts to punch Uriel and then Michael in the face.

In a panic, begins repeating everything Michael says back to her.

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Note: I’m so sorry for the delay in updates! I was in the process of moving and it temporarily commandeered my entire life. I’m all moved and somewhat settled at this point, so I should be able to keep the updates coming more regularly :)

Part 12 

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