Singularity - Good Omens fanfiction
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Crowley is captured by the angels. No one seems eager to speak up against the torture happening right there in Heaven. No one but Aziraphale. But who's going to listen to a mere principality? Pre-Apocalypse
Warnings for non-graphic torture (the worst of it is offscreen), verbal abuse, and bullying, but there's healing and comfort in the end 😁
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Part 1
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There was no single part of Crowley’s body that wasn’t on fire. Not like Hellfire—that would actually have been preferable, seeing as he was a demon, one who’d spent a bit of time in Hell, and wasn’t much affected by those flames.
No, this was just good, old-fashioned, agonizing pain.
Sandalphon was good at that, the old-fashioned pain. Gabriel wasn’t so bad at it himself. But where Crowley had learned Gabriel liked to keep his hands clean, Sandalphon seemed to conversely relish finding himself hands-deep in blood.
Crowley’s blood.
“Let’s go over this again, ‘kay, sunshine?” Gabriel’s deceptively cheerful voice said from somewhere up above him as Crowley curled in on himself. A hand gripped his hair, pulling his head up to look into a menacing purple gaze. “I ask the questions, you give the answers. Even a demon like you shouldn’t find this too complicated.”
“Piss off,” Crowley growled. He lowered his eyes though, unwilling to see the disgust and disdain in the group of angels who had gathered around to watch. He wished he still had his dark glasses, the armor he donned when facing the world, his protection against the loathing, fear, and ridicule of anyone who might see his true nature in the snake-ish eyes.
They’d taken those from him, of course. The ripple of hateful murmurs and scathing titters from the audience had filled him with shame.
A fist found its way into his cheek, shattering bone, adding another damp streak of blood across his face.
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[Part 2]
Going to post a little piece every day - at the end, the full work will be posted to fanfic.net and AO3 😊
