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To The Moon and Back
Chapter One
It was March 14, 41 A.D. It was a bright and sunny morning. Almost every morning was bright and sunny in Rome. Heaven and Hell head offices had heard that a certain principality and a certain demon were spending a wee bit too much time together. Like way too much time. So to try and be a solution to the minor problem, both offices sent their best officers; Lord Beelzebub and the Archangel Gabriel.
First, the demon Crowley walked into the quaint pub, next the principality Aziraphale came in and sat next to him.
“Well hello there, Crawley!” Aziraphale said as he sat on the wooden stool
“It’s Crowley but hello!” Crowley said not making eye contact. Their conversation continued just as we know it but, soon Beelzebub waltzed in. Seeing the target and decided to watch from afar sat at a booth despite being by herself. Soon after that Gabriel walked in sporting a grey toga to blend in more to the surrounding humans. Within the second that Gabriel and Beelzebub made eye contact, she had rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
“Hello.” Gabriel said as he sat in the booth.
“What in Satan’s name are you doing here?” Beelzebub hissed.
“Same as you!” Gabriel said, tilting his head toward Crowley and Aziraphale.
“Ughh,” Beelzebub groaned, “Leave the ademon alone, he’s my job.” She said as she got up and left.
Aziraphale and Crowley were on their second jug of coffee. Normally, neither of them drank coffee especially saying this coffee tasted strong of horse shit.
“So, have you noticed we have some spectators?” Aziraphale questioned.
“How could I not? They’re being so obvious about it!” Crowley said letting out a light chuckle. Aziraphale surely didn’t trust Crowley yet. He has only known him for a couple hundred years five or take! He was hardly considered an acquaintance. But still Crowley made Aziraphale feel a certain way, he didn’t know what it was but he liked talking to him. Though for Crowley, Aziraphale was his only friend although Crowley would never tell anybody that because it makes him sound not-so-cool. Life was actually pretty lonely for Crowley; if he wasn’t day drinking he was either sleeping or with Aziraphale. Most of the time he spent his days on the roof, basking up sun and snoozing all the days away.