Once they made it down to Hell, they were met with a swarm of demons. "Well! If it isn't Crawley!" Hastur spat as he pushed through the crowd.

"It's CROWLEY! There's an 'O'! Not that you'd know what the alphabet is, apparently."

"And he brings an Archangel and a...well..." Hastur gave an amused smirk as he looked at Aziraphale. "...failed angel."

"Hastur! Good to see you! How is it you have a body so fast?" Crowley quickly asked with absolutely no amusement or joy in his voice.

"Oh, it was that Adam boy! When he reversed things, he also accidentally gave me a corporal form. So, now I'm here. The questions is, why are YOU here with two angels? We knew you were a traitor Crawley, but this is a bit much even for you."

"I'm here to get the Archangel Michael out." He answered honestly. "Hell already had one fallen Archangel and he's the Grand King of Hell. He is Lucifer. Satan. If there were two fallen Archangels in Hell, it would be a battle for dominance, and then another war like what happened first in Heaven, would happen down here. If Hell had two fallen Archangels..."

"Heaven and Earth wouldn't stand a chance." Hastur chuckled darkly. "We'd get the war we were promised."

"We weren't promised a blessed thing!" Crowley snapped. "It was written, yes, but because it was written it means it wasn't part of God's Ineffable Plan and even DEMONS have to follow God's Ineffable Plan, and they do whether they realize it or not. You weren't promised to win or lose, you were promised a world that will last six thousand years that was to end in fire and flames. Well, what if that's what happened, and Adam, along with God, just created a new world out of the one that already existed.?Created a new reality and shift things? Because the way I see it...there was plenty of fire and flames, and it was certainly Armageddon-y. Either way, that doesn't mean Hell gets to have two fallen Archangels. I told you why I'm here, and I don't intend to leave here without Michael, Gabriel, Aziraphale, and myself all in tact or at least mostly in tact." The next thing that happened was something only Aziraphale and Gabriel could see, because of God, but some of the other demons could FEEL it, they just didn't know WHY. Crowley's Heavenly Wrath that he was still able to use slowly vibrated across the air and shined in his eyes. The vibration is what the demons felt, but since Crowley was still wearing the mask God gave him, they didn't know why, and they couldn't see the shine in his eyes like Aziraphale and Gabriel could. "YOU. WILL. NOT. STOP. ME!" He growled out and immediately moved forward. Some demons running away for reasons that perplexed them, while others stood firm and started to surround him, Aziraphale and Gabriel.

"Why do you have her anyway?" Aziraphale growled out.

"Like Crawley said. A fallen Archangel." Hastur grinned wickedly. "It would be a welcome sight in Hell."

"Weren't you just listening to anything Crowley said!?" Aziraphale shouted. "It. Would. Not. Be. Pleasant! When did you get her anyway? It's not been that long since our trials!"

"We grabbed her right when Crawley left after his bath. Had to wait for her to collect the Holy Water, but then one of our lesser demons was told to go grab the jug, they did, and it's in a vault. The demon that grabbed the jug from her was followed by me, and we took her from Heaven before she could walk too far from the elevator, and if you think we're just going to let you go get the bitch, you've got another thing coming."

"Then, I guess it's a fight." Aziraphale growled out, surprising Gabriel and Crowley yet again, but neither could show it at the moment.

"And what are you going to do!?" Hastur cackled. "You don't have a weapon! You're no Archangel! You're NOTHING!"

"I. AM. NOT. NOTHING!" He howled as his body started to glow with PURE Heavenly wrath, but it went unnoticed for a moment. "I am Aziraphale! I was once Guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden and I was one of Raphael's angels! I. AM. NOT. NOTHING!" The light started coming off of his body in pulsing waves, causing Gabriel and Crowley to look at one another in pure shock and astonishment, because they knew what this was, and it was NOT the power of an ordinary angel. This was the power of an extremely pissed off Archangel. "I WILL PROTECT THOSE I STILL CONSIDER MY FRIENDS!" A harsh pulse rushed out through the demons, burning them slightly. "I WILL PROTECT CROWLEY!" Another harsh pulse of light pushed through, searing the demons even further. "I WILL PROTECT HUMANITY!" A more violent pulse of light left Aziraphale as he stepped forward once towards the demons. "AND THAT MEANS YOU DON'T GET TO HAVE ANOTHER FALLEN ARCHANGEL! NOW BEGONE!" At his command a final wave of light with the sound of a sonic boom erupted from him and he incinerated at least sixty demons, leaving at least fifteen screaming in pure agony at a pain they would NEVER be able to have taken away. As his glow and energy started to die down, Crowley quickly moved to catch him, because he had started to fall. "Oh...my head..."

"Damn, Aziraphale. You're just full of surprises."

"O-Oh!" He quickly took himself out of Crowley's arms and looked around. "Wh-Where did all the demons go?"

"You smited them." Gabriel chuckled out with a look of amused disbelief, but it quickly went back into a neutral expression due to necessity at the moment.

"H-How?" Aziraphale blinked in slight horror, but mostly bewilderment.

"That..." Crowley grinned freely. "...is a question best answered later. Come on, Angel." Crowley quickly moved down the damp, moldy, and dark hallways until he found his cell with his name engraved many times over on the door. He opened it, and found Michael chained up, hovering over Hellfire that was just far enough below her feet that it wouldn't touch her.

"Oh..." She groaned out, not looking at them. "...what do you want now? I told you! I'm not going to FALL!"

"We know." Gabriel calmly stated with a delighted smile, causing Michael to turn her face to them, dropping her jaw.

"G-Gabriel!?" He gave a nod and started moving into the cell, but was quickly stopped by Crowley's hand, further confusing Michael, but he noticed something was off. "And why are you letting that filth touch you!? AHHH! It wasn't supposed to happen like this!"

"That's what I thought." Crowley sneered. "What was your plan, Michael?"

"The PLAN..." She spat out. "...was to get you and Aziraphale alone in this room so that I could smite the both of you! You're both traitors. You're neither of Heaven, nor Hell! You're abominations! You CANNOT be allowed to roam the Earth! I will NOT allow it!"

"That's not up to you." Crowley calmly stated as he walked into the cell to look her in the eyes. "That's up to God, and you've seen what she does to those who make their own decisions such as the one you decided. Tell me...have you taken a good look at your wings?"

She let them out, and they were still white, but there was a singular black feather in the middle of her right one. Crowley plucked it, ignoring her cries as he showed in front of her face. "You see this, Michael? This is a sign you are ABOUT to fall. Do you know how I know that? Because I've SEEN angels being brought in here. I've seen what happens to them when they start to express doubts. The first part is always ONE black feather. Then, it takes them three days to either make their decision. It's always been the same. If they are still themselves by the third day they are simply killed by the very Hellfire you're hovering over. If they concede they are made and welcomed as a demon, and in doing so, wiping any Heavenly memories out from their mind. Look at this feather, Michael." Crowley breathed out the last sentence as calmly as he could, but when she looked away, all patience left him. "LOOK AT IT!?" He screamed. When she quickly brought a defiant look at the feather, she scowled at it. "THIS ISN'T MY FEATHER! THIS IS YOURS!" He tossed it into the Hellfire, and watched it incinerate before it even touched the flames. "Now, what's this about back channels? Heaven doesn't have back channels?"

"How do you know about-" She quickly cut herself off as she turned to glare at Gabriel, who openly expressed his pain in his eyes as tears slowly started to fall for reasons only Aziraphale and Crowley knew at the time. She was going to kill her own siblings. "YOU! You're a traitor!"

Crowley let out a growl as he slapped her hard on the face. "DON'T YOU EVER CALL HIM THAT AGAIN! HE'S THE REASON WHY WE'RE HERE! TO RESCUE YOU! HE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SIBLING DIE! I'M A DEMON AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT HE NEVER DISGUISED HIS DISLIKE FOR AZIRAPHALE, BUT HE CAME TO US ANYWAY! ALL FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS!" Crowley was shaking with fury, but in a white knuckle grip, he kept his wrath inside his body. Something he's had far more practice at than Aziraphale who let it all lose onto a hoard of demons.

"You're a demon! Why are you defending him!"

"You're an ANGEL! Why are you trying to kill as if it's YOUR decision!? YOU don't get to decide if we're abominations! YOU don't get to decide if YOU'RE the one to end us! YOU'RE the one that went behind HEAVEN'S back for who knows HOW LONG, communicating with DEMONS! YOU are more of a traitor than Aziraphale EVER was! Who knows what you've could've told the other Demons!? Information on Heaven? Information on Aziraphale? Weakness? Strengths? My, that would've been mighty helpful for the demons during the Apocalypse, huh?"

"Enough!" Gabriel shouted, but it was more towards Michael than anything. As he held Aziraphale up, because he was still a bit dizzy from what he did, he growled low and continued, "Get her down! We'll question her in Heaven. That way we don't risk another hoard of demons."

Crowley snapped his fingers and the Hellfire was gone completely as if it was never there. He then snapped his fingers again and she fell to the ground. One final snap of his fingers and not only were her hands bound in iron cuffs, but her wings were tied with red rope. A special rope that Ligur had invented which earned him the title of Duke. It kept an angel from using their grace, and kept them from flying away.

They left without any problems, mostly because of rumors spreading faster than wildfire as they exited, that Aziraphale had smited sixty demons without effort, and they were soon in Heaven once more. They then walked into the same room that they had held Aziraphale's 'trial' and they tied her to the same chair. "Gabriel, you go ahead and get Uriel and that other one...I don't know him..."

"Sandalphon...right."

"WAIT!" Michael cried out in confusion. "Why are you listening to him!?"

"Because I can." He simply stated before leaving the room.

They waited for about fifteen minutes with Michael sending glares and scowls towards Aziraphale and Crowley, who didn't pay her any mind as they watched the door. Once it opened, there were instantly two pissed off Archangels, drawing their blades. "Uriel! Sandalphon! Stand down!"

"B-But..." Uriel started as she glared at them. "...they're traitors."

"We have a worse traitor in the room than them at the moment." Gabriel moved to stand by Crowley's side once they sheathed their weapons. He then gave Crowley a nod, telling him to go ahead.

Crowley waved a hand and Michael's cell phone floated out of her pocket, and he handed it to Gabriel. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Gabriel breathed out, causing Sandalphon and Uriel to gasp.

"Why are you thanking a demon!?" Sandalphon shouted in pure disbelief.

"We'll talk about that later." Gabriel muttered as he tweaked with Michael's phone. He then placed a palm on it, and pulled out a glowing ball of light. "We're about to see the last five calls Michael has made to Hell."

"What? To Hell?"

Crowley smirked, knowing that the binds around her wrist were laced specially by him, and he made them to be truth bindings. If she's asked a question she can't lie. "These, binds on Michael...their special. They force her to tell the truth whether she likes it or not." Crowley grinned. "So, Michael...how long have you been contacting Hell?"

"Three...hundred...years!" She gasped out as the bindings started to burn her.

"Right, go ahead Gabriel." Crowley nodded and Gabriel tapped the glowing ball of light to play the first out of the five calls.

"I'm only playing five, but there's many many more." Gabriel mentioned just before the other voices started.

'I need to know the activities of the Demon Crowley.' Michael's voice requested in a hushed tone.

'Why do you want to know?' Ligur's voice questioned with genuine concern, which was something Crowley never thought he would hear.

'Because, there's been Demonic AND Angelic activity where he's been located. I need to know if the Angelic activity is JUST Aziraphale, or if somehow Crowley is responsible.'

'Well, Crowley can't be responsible, because he's currently being tortured. Has been for a good month or so. He got into a fight with Hastur and a few of his...associates. They were discussing temptation territory and it went from there. No down hill or up hill...it just went. I'm to oversee his next round of torture.'

'I see. So, it must be one of your other men then. Goodbye.'

There was a click and the next one played.

'What do you want!?' Ligur shouted in an annoyed tone.

'Just curious, do any of you remember when you were a part of Heaven? Do you remember your factions?'

'Most don't, but a few do.' He groaned out. 'Why?'

'Like I said, just curious. Do you remember?'

'Yes. I was in the Guardian Faction.'

'Raphael's faction!?' She whisper shouted.

'Yes. Are we done here?'

'Yes, I do believe we are.'

There was a loud click before the next one began.

'You can't keep calling, Archangel.' Ligur sighed out with a hint of worry in his tone.

'Is that concern in your voice?' Michael's voice cooed with genuine curiosity and wonder.

'Might be. If it were, I wouldn't tell you. What do you want?'

'Oh, just wanted to let you know that our man Aziraphale has preformed eight miracles in Germany.'

'Right, we'll send Crowley there.'

There was a click just after a satisfied hum from Michael was heard.

'What do you want, Archangel?' Ligur groaned in agitation.

'Are you aware of a demon's weakness?'

'Of course! Consecrated ground, crosses facing upright and pressed to our skin, and Holy Water.'

'Interesting...well, do you know an angel's?'

'Hell's air is poisonous to angels. They get sick off of it, which makes it easier to make them fall.'

'Oh, so you don't know that Hellfire can kill an angel permanently?'

'I do now. How did you come about that little information?'

'Just a little intelligence. If Holy Water and Holy objects can harm you, then it would make sense if Hellfire or Hellish objects could harm us.'

'Why have you been giving me information such as this?'

'Well, when the war DOES come about, don't you think this second war should at least be on some even playing field?'

'I do, but why are YOU thinking that?'

'The war the first time was unfair. I lost two brothers, one of which killed the other and-'

'We ALL lost someone, Archangel!' Ligur growled out, quickly interrupting Michael. 'I didn't want to fight, but was pulled in and convinced by Hastur, who was one of yours at the time by the way, and I lost my wings, my grace, and I could feel the fire engulf my very being. I also lost MY Archangel. He was kind, patient, mischievous, snarky at times, and a good teacher. Those of us that remember...are the ones that didn't truly want to rebel in the first place, but were pulled into it by close friends rather than Lucifer himself. Now, I have no clue why you're asking about us and giving us information about you lot...though I am grateful for the information, all of Hell thanks you, but you can't keep this up. You're going to fall and Hell REALLY doesn't need TWO fallen Archangels. The result would be more chaotic than Armageddon and we're not even there yet! Goodbye!'

There was a click and then the second most recent one started to play. Gabriel took a guess as to what the most recent was, so he just picked the one below it.

'It's me. It's our man Aziraphale. Is there any possibility he's working for you?'

'No! Of course not! Why do you ask?'

'No? Well then, you might want to investigate the activities of the Demon Crowley. Might be playing his OWN game...word to the wise.'

'What that he's playing a game of chess or something!?'

'No! I'm...I'm telling you, you can't trust him.'

'Oh, and I'm supposed to trust you with all the information you've delivered about your own people?'

'Of course you can trust me! I'm an angel!'

There was a click and Gabriel allowed the ball to seep back into the phone before he gave it to Crowley for safe keeping. "So..." Gabriel started as he brought his hands behind his back as he looked at Michael who was practically glaring flaming swords at everyone. "...you've gone behind Heaven's back and communicated with demons, giving them OUR weaknesses!? But not only that...you played a part in trying to hurt or disrupt Aziraphale."

"Aziraphale and Crowley have been communicating for YEARS!"

"That may be so..." Aziraphale admitted with a confident grin.

"...but we never exposed any weakness." Crowley finished, but then decided to continue. "We never sought to hurt the other..."

"...or discorporate the other..." Aziraphale nodded.

"...or to completely disrupt the other..." Crowley smirked.

"...and we were always there for the other..." Aziraphale smiled softly.

"...to make sure the other didn't get themselves destroyed or killed..." Crowley looked over at Aziraphale remembering what he assumed about the Holy Water thing.

"...to make sure the other didn't embarrass themselves..." Aziraphale mentioned as he remembered 1941...ALL of it.

"...to protect the other..." Crowley breathed out calmly.

"...to be a Guardian, basically." Aziraphale looked at Crowley, silently asking if that was alright to say, and received a proud nod from him. He then turned to face everyone else with his own hands behind his back like Gabriel's. "We never betrayed each other. Not really."

"And how can we trust the word of a demon!?" Sandalphon quickly argued.

"Well, to be fair..." Aziraphale started. "...just a few minutes ago the question was turned around. How can we trust the word of an angel?"

"The answer is quite simple." Crowley grinned. "You have to have faith that your trust is well placed."

"And what would a demon know about faith?" Uriel questioned calmly with an intrigued look in her eyes.

"Not all demons know about it, but there are some that have faith in various different things." Crowley answered with a proud smile. "Now, back to the matter at hand. A traitor has been revealed in spectacular fashion. What will you do?"

"Throw her into Hellfire?" Aziraphale questioned as he caught on to Crowley's tone of, 'She's an Archangel, choose wisely.'

"Banish her to Earth?" Crowley offered.

"Take her wings?" Aziraphale shrugged. "I mean...she seemed rather fond of the demon she was on the phone with."

"Oh!" Crowley cooed as he leaned a little ways away from Aziraphale to give him a proud nod. "Nice! What about we ask God to Fell her? Gabriel, what do you think?"

"Me?" He questioned with a risen brow.

"Yes, you. You asked for mine and Aziraphale's help in rescuing her, you went with us, you personally heard her DECIDE that Aziraphale and I are abominations, and you heard her say that she was going to smite us both, taking our demises into her own hands without any insight from the other Archangels or God for that matter. You heard her say that it was a trap for Aziraphale and myself, not expecting you to actually come along. Isn't that right, Michael?" Crowley questioned as he turned to face her with a flashing toothy grin.

"Y-YES!" She groaned out as she tried to fight the restraints.

"Well? What will you choose, Gabriel?" Crowley repeated carefully and cautiously.

"I choose...three things."

"Alright, and what are they?" Crowley asked.

"Wait! Why does he get the decision? Aren't we supposed to decide as a group?" Sandalphon sneered obnoxiously.

"It's because everything that happened mainly concerns him, Aziraphale, and Crowley." Uriel supplied and motioned her hand for her to continue."

"Wait, hold up, just out of curiosity, how old are you, Sandalphon?" Crowley wondered.

"Why would that matter to you?" He spat.

"Just curious. I don't remember you before the fall, and I remember EVERY angel before the fall."

"I was created AFTER the fall. I took Raphael's place, because he was foolish enough to get himself killed by Lucifer." Sandalphon's frown grew into a wicked grin as he confidently continued, unaware of how much of a fool he was making of himself. "He didn't even try to fight from what I hear. Serves him right I say. The first Archangel dies by the hand of the Archangel that rebelled in the first place."

"Huh uh..." Crowley smirked, and it took all Aziraphale and Gabriel had to not burst out in laughter, but they kept their expressions well hidden as if they didn't feel one way or the other about the matter. "...just checking. Continue, Gabriel."

"Right...first choice...I forgive her."

"WHAT!?" Everyone in the room shouted. All except Crowley and Aziraphale who both wore approving smiles.

"That's my choice." He nodded his head. "Secondly, is to bar her from ALL communications. The only way she will ever be able to talk to someone is if she's face to face and she will ONLY allowed to do that in Heaven. The only person I would allow object to that right now would be God." They all waited about five minutes, but when nothing came, he nodded his head and continued. "Thirdly, for her to re-do ALL of the training that Raphael made us go through. Physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual."

"B-But...!" Michael stuttered out helplessly. "...he ran us ragged!"

"Exactly! And you'll be going through it ALL OVER AGAIN until I think you've learned not to be a traitor, or until I can trust you again, which won't be for a very long time."

"Well, that should be fun!" Crowley laughed out as he remembered the good old days of training Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael, and Uriel.

"And what would you know of it, Demon?" Sandalphon spat with a look of disgust. "It's not like you were there!"

"Huh...well, I could say ONE phrase and ONE phrase only and Uriel and Michael will both know who I AM instantly. Like I've told everyone...I never fell, I sauntered vaguely downwards, but...when I DO say it...I don't want either of you to reveal it." He looked back and forth at Uriel and Michael who then immediately looked at the amusement on Gabriel's face and a slight sigh of relief and they both nodded. "Right then." He smirked and turned around to face Gabriel who relaxed his arms as he looked at Crowley. "Gabriel, you're such a TRICKSTER!"

"Ah, you know me. I love a good game. Some harmless fun."

"HA! That you do! I'm still made at you about pushing me into the pool though."

"STILL!?" He gaped with a laugh, but Crowley just turned around and faced Uriel and Michael who stared at him wide eyed with dropped jaws and tears running down their cheeks, but he also noticed a look of fear and immense regret in Michael's eyes.

"What the...?" Sandalphon tilted his head in confusion before looking at Uriel and Michael. "That doesn't make any sense. Gabriel's not a Trickster, and why did that strange conversation affect the two of you so much!?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out for yourself." Uriel chuckled out as she wiped her tears. "He asked us not to tell you, so we won't. Will we, Michael?" She questioned as she noticed Michael was still sitting in the chair.

"No. I certainly won't."

"Good." Crowley grinned as he walked over and removed the ropes from her wrists. "You can get up now."

"Thank you." Michael breathed out as she wiped her tears as well.

"JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Sandalphon shouted with a complete look of disbelief.

"You know, Crowley..." Gabriel smirked as he walked over to Crowley, draping an arm around him as he looked at Sandalphon. "...you may have beaten me in Tricks and Pranks with this one."

"Ah, you know me. I love a good game. Some harmless fun." He grinned at him as he dropped the ropes to the floor, but then he watched as they quickly moved across the floor without him doing anything, and they went straight into Sandalphon's hands, and the angel in question lunged at him furiously, tackling him to the ground, and he wrapped his wrists together before getting off of him.

"SANDALPHON!" Everyone cried out but the angel himself and Crowley, who merely sat back up and let out a heavy sigh of disappointment.

"Are these truly truth binds?" Sandalphon questioned, ignoring his peers and Aziraphale.

"Yes."

"What happens if you lie?"

"You choke or you get a horrible taste in your mouth. It really depends on the severity of the question."

"Who are you?"

"Crowley." He grinned.

"No, I mean who are you to them!"

"Also Crowley." He repeated with growing amusement.

"WHO WERE YOU BEFORE YOU FELL!?"

"I didn't fall like the others."

"Quit deflecting! I thought you said you couldn't lie!"

"I'm not. You're not asking the right questions."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine! Who were you BEFORE the other angels fell?"

"Archangel Raphael." He stated proudly if not a bit smugly as he looked up at the angel who had disrespected him earlier.

"Y-Y-You can't be!" He stuttered out as he staggered back quite a bit.

"Ask me the other question you want to ask." Crowley challenged as he stood to his feet, hands still bound. "Go ahead." He added as he started walking towards him.

"I-Is...Is that who you ALSO are now along with being Crowley?"

"YES!" Crowley shouted, because dammit, the truth was truly liberating and the way Sandalphon turned sheet white as he fell on his ass at his answer warmed his soul, because he could tell that this was most likely the angel that suggested Hellfire since he was so upset at Gabriel getting to decide punishment. He snapped his fingers within the binds and now they were tightly wound around Sandalphon's wrist. "Okay, now it's time for you to be questioned. Did you suggest Hellfire for Aziraphale's punishment!?"

He tried to keep his mouth shut, but started to choke, so he relented to the binds. "YES!" He growled out, and immediately stopped choking.

"WHY!?"

"I. Don't. Like. Him!"

"Why is that!?"

"He. Was. Favored. By. You. We. All. Found. Out. After. You. Supposedly. Died. That. BEFORE. You. Had Died. You. Gave. Him. The. Important. Job. Of. Guarding. Eden...He. Was. Also. Strangely. Unique...After. Being. On. Earth. He. Became. More. Human. Like. And. He. Was. Allowed. To. Be. Like. Them. Eating, Drinking, Cursing. Among. Other. Things."

"Sandalphon, it's not good to resist the binds. Eventually...they will burn you. So, you were Envious of Aziraphale?"

"YES!"

"Why do you dislike me if you've never met me?"

"Because you were the eldest. You were the first. You created WITH God. You were one of the MOST favored. You were there for THE Beginning. I dislike you, because I'm envious of you as well! You had everything! Yet it seemed like you threw it away because you refused to fight. I dislike you, because it seemed that you didn't care one way or the other how the battle went despite everything we had heard about you!"

"Huh...well...since this was an attack against me, both verbal and physical, am I allowed to decide his punishment?" Crowley looked at Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel.

"You're still an Archangel?" Michael questioned carefully.

"Yes. He is. I've seen it myself." Gabriel confirmed.

"Then, yes. There's nothing we can do to stop you." Uriel answered.

"Great! Then I choose for him to ALSO go through the full training that I forced all of you to go through. From what it sounded like you did away with it, but I'm sure Gabriel and Michael know it WELL!"

"ALL too well." Gabriel groaned. "The training makes demons seem merciful!"

"Y-You're kidding!" Sandalphon shrieked and if possible, paled even further.

"No, unfortunately." Uriel stated with a sigh of her own at the memories.

"I-I'm going to be tortured!?"

"You're going to be trained to be an ACCEPTABLE Archangel." Crowley growled out with a proud and wicked grin. "The amount of 'torture' you go through is up to you." He then moved to stand by Aziraphale's side who had been staring wide eyed and shocked at the whole display. "Ready to go home, Angel?"

"Wait! But...you're an Archangel! Your home is here!" Gabriel cried out. "You're on our side!"

"Gabriel, I don't have a side anymore. Only friends, brothers, and sisters. I'm also still affected by Holy things so I'm also still partially demon even though I didn't fall. I don't have a side anymore, and if I do...it will always be Aziraphale's side."

"W-Well then...what about you, Aziraphale? We can pardon you."

"No thank you." He replied joyfully. "I also don't have a side anymore, but if I do, it's Crowley's side. Besides, he's the Archangel I was commanded under."

"Very well...if that's what you wish." Gabriel drawled out sadly, trying his best to not pout.

"It is, but I do also wish for you to carry out both punishments to the best of your ability." Crowley replied with a knowing look in his eyes.

"I will!" Gabriel grinned, his violet eyes lighting up once again.

"Oh, and Gabriel?" Crowley called out just as he was starting to walk away.

"Hmm?"

"You can come and visit me if you like. I'll mostly be at Aziraphale's bookshop. If I'm not there, he'll tell you where to find me."

"Thank you, Raphael."

"Thank YOU, Gabriel." Crowley gave a short but soft bow, before he and Aziraphale left Heaven and appeared back at the book shop. "So!" Crowley started as he fell back on the couch in the back of the shop. "About you smiting sixty demons..."

"Yes, I...I didn't know I could do that. Do you know what it was?"

"Yes, and I didn't think you could do it either, but I have a theory. Do you remember how we both realized that our souls split and we have the other half of one another's soul?"

"Yes...?"

"Well...my soul is an Archangel soul, and what you did is something only a VERY pissed off Archangel can do. So, congratulations, Aziraphale...seems you've been promoted."

"I WHAT!?" He shrieked as he held his hands over his core.

"Yup! That can ONLY be done by a full fledged Archangel. Oh, this is going to make our adventures far more interesting now!"

Aziraphale couldn't help the impressed, baffled, and joyful smile that appeared on his face or the look of excitement in his eyes. "Next chapter in the book I suppose." He snapped his fingers and instantly there were two champagne glasses and they were appropriately filled. He took his and lifted it up to Crowley. "To the Next Chapter of OUR book."

Crowley grinned and grabbed his glass to lift it up. "To the Next Chapter..." They clinked their glasses and started talking about the experiences the other didn't know the other had, and Crowley shared many more stories about his days as Raphael, but both of them knew that this was just a new beginning to their story, and it would be one interesting, devilish, angelic, and fun ride going through chapter after chapter.