Silence is Not Golden: A Good Omens AU

[ranguvar33]

 

SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN: A GOOD OMENS AU

 

Chapter 1: Silence Falls

 

EARTH: NOW

Crowley still remembers the exact moment they came for him. It's a memory that is seared into his very soul, no matter how many times he begs Her to make him forget, to give him this one reprieve, this tiny mercy. But there is no mercy. Not for him. Never for him. He only has to look at the scarred monstrosity that is his throat, and the memories come flooding back, as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

He remembers the looks on his siblings' faces. The rage. The anger. The jealousy. He remembers Gabriel declaring that a worthless, weak angel like him could never have been asked to create stars. Never mind that She had assigned him the task. The very act of singing galaxies into existence had drained him, left him more exhausted than he had ever felt in his life. He had simply rolled his eyes and started to walk past the three of them.

It is what comes next that Crowley wishes with every fiber of his blackened soul that he could forget. Michael and Uriel had grabbed him, holding him in their implacable grips. Gabriel smiling that bastard smile of his, telling him that A Decision had been made. And plunging his hand into Crowley's Core that held his Angelic Grace.

Then...Crowley tries to shunt his mind away from the searing, burning pain of being ripped apart from the inside out. He still remembers screaming so loud that the very gates of Heaven shook. He remembers the screaming, not because of the pain, but because it was the last sound he ever made.

Gabriel rips out his hand, and Crowley sees the Magic that is his Angelic Voice hovering above. A triple sound of snapping fingers, and it's gone. Gabriel smiles. "Throw this worthless angel out."

*NO NO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS PLEASE* He digs his heels in as Uriel and Michael drag him towards the Edge, fighting with every ounce of strength he has left. But his siblings were designed for war, and he has been designed to create. He cannot stand against their combined power.

 

A single, breathless moment passes, a heartbeat that seems to last forever and yet lasts no time.

Then he is Falling, wings burned black and Voice Gone Forever.

 

HEAVEN: THEN

Aziraphale knows Something is Wrong. There's someone missing. Someone with hair the color of fire, eyes that held galaxies, and a voice that made him happier than he had ever felt in his life. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't remember. He asks Gabriel, and is coldly told that no angel like that has ever existed in Heaven. But that can't be, because Aziraphale...Aziraphale... why can’t he grasp this? He feels as though a piece of him is missing, a very important piece.

"Stars. He sang the stars to life. He sang to me. In between making the stars. We... I...Alpha Centauri. He called one of them Alpha Centauri. Said it was...special. To us."

Gabriel gives him a pitying look. "You are imaging things. Raphael was the one who created the stars. And he does not have red hair." Aziraphale starts to protest, to insist that it was NOT Raphael, and Gabriel places his hands on his temple. "Forget this angel, Aziraphale. He does not exist. He never existed. Do you understand?"

Blue eyes go blank, and Aziraphale nods. Gabriel smiles. “Good. Now, about your assignment on Earth...”

 

 

HELL: THEN

"We have to do something." Beezlebub cuts their gaze to the darkened shadows of the room, where a shape with glowing yellow eyes is crouched. "He..." they gulp, trying not to let their emotions(and isn't that funny, a demon having Emotions) show on their face. "He won't survive here. You know he won't."
Lucifer nods. "I know. Hastur nearly killed him yesterday because he couldn't call for help. I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s been attacked by the others. And his mind... that bastard of a brother of mine did more damage to him than I suspect even Gabriel knows. His Voice was.. losing that was worse than losing his Grace." He turns towards the shape in the dark. "Come over here." A piece of the shadows breaks away from the rest, and Lucifer has to keep from biting back a horrible curse at Gabriel and the others at what they have done.

Hair that once rivaled the sun for brightness has gone a dull copper, hanging limply to bowed and stooped shoulders. Eyes that once held the very stuff the stars are made of are glowing with maddened pain and grief. And on his bare arms and legs, more scars from the beatings and taunts he has endured while in Hell. But worst of all are the scars on the throat. There's not one inch of skin that is not marked with horrible, jagged, red scars, the marks a sign of just how cruel Heaven could be.

Beezlebub's non existent heart wrenches in their chest. They look over at their Lord, and Lucifer has the same look of sorrow and anger. "After all you did...they cast you down."

The silent demon stares at him, unblinking. Lucifer is one of the few in Hell that can meet that implacable gaze without looking away. He waits, and the other demon’s gaze drops first.

"You are aware, no doubt, of the Eden project?" A slow nod. "I'm sending you up there. Tempt the humans. How is your choice." An angry gesture at the scarred throat. "Figure that out for yourself. But if you would rather remain in Hell.." A panicked shaking of the head. "You need a name. I’ve noticed you enjoy being a snake. How do you feel about Crawley?"

 

Comments

[dragonimp]

Compelling start! Interesting that Beelzebub and Lucifer are sympathetic here.

[ranguvar33]

Thank you!

I really loved Beez in the show, and the idea of them having a more sibling-like relationship with Crowley is something I've headcanoned before. Plus it will make the Switch even more angsty.