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Alastor groaned. Despite what was said, Adam could fight well.. Then again, apparently he had been killed by Nifty and Lucifer so...
None of his tricks worked to heal the open wound and, without his staff, he couldn't do anything else. There was only one thing for it. Grabbing the two pieces of his cane, he stood unsteadily and, with great effort, opened a portal, shifted to his human guise and stepped through.
In Soho
Aziraphale made a beeline for his favourite chair, a book in hand. Just as he was about to sit, the bell rang suddenly. He sighed and said, as politely as her could,
"Sorry we're-"
He stared at the figure in the door before changing his words
"My Deer! I wasn't Expecting you!"
Alastor grinned pointy-toothed. Despite his human-looking disguise, he still had red eyes and sharp teeth.
"Zira. It's been too long. Forgive me for intruding, but I am injured. It is beyond my healing abilities... Would you assist?"
The Demon said, clearly upset he had to ask for assistance.
"May I ask, why did you not merely use your staff?" the angel was genuinely curious. Alastor's staff contained power he had began putting in it from as long ago as 1919, when Crowley and Aziraphale had first made his acquaintance. It could heal most things.
The deer demon looked genuinely pained.
" It is a very long story, I will be delighted to tell you everything later, but for now, let's just say it broke. I don't suppose you and Crowley could do something about that?"
Aziraphale was shocked but obviously consented.
"But of course! Do sit, my deer, I shall just go and fetch Crowley. Tea?"
Alastor dragged a chair over with a flick of shadow.
"Thank you Angel, that would be most kind. Lemon, no sugar."
Crowley hissed unhappily, curling up further in hope the voice would go away. He was coiled in snake form on his and Zira's bed, trying to sleep. Unfortunately, his angel called again.
"Crowley? Crowley? We have a guest!"
Grumpily, he rolled out of bed and turned back to his usual human form. Flinging on a black dressing-gown, he manifested a large cafetiere of coffee, Heaven and Hell had stopped regulating their miracles after they had performed a 40 lasaroti miracle without even trying, obviously there had been no archangel to blame it on that time. Sauntering downstairs, he groaned grumpily.
"Nnnggg... Who iss it Angel? I wass sssleep- Alassstor?"
The demon in question smiled.
"Crowley. How are you, my darling serpent?"
Crowley smiled his own fanged smile.
"Well, well, well.. What brings you here, Deer? It's not even been a year since your last visit."
Even as he said this, he smelled demon blood . Surely Alastor was not hurt?
"As you can no doubt smell, I am wounded. My staff has been broken and I require... Help"
The Radio demon was obviously upset about needing aid.
He shared a look with Zira before coming to silent agreement.
"Just a quick miracle." His angel said.
"And then you tell us everything." he added.
"Deal?" both asked simultaneously.
Their Deer rolled his eyes but nodded.
Aziraphale turned to Crowley and held his hands. Both concentrated until there was a very small flash.
Looking over, now it was obvious that their friend was healed. He sat straighter and his staff was now whole, the only change to it's appearance was the newly carved serpent twined around a flaming sword near the top of the wood. If one looked closely, they would see the snake was wearing sunglasses and the sword had a small logo of a book etched into it.
"Thank you kindly." He purred. For a second his voice seemed to go static. "Now, you wanted the story? Let's see.. It started when Lucifer's daughter Charlie decided to redeem sinners...."
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L.L