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Everything Changes At The Toss Of A Coin

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For one of the two beings currently shackled in heavenly chains, their story would start in a garden some eternity away. This garden was still in its planning stages, as well as the planet it was to sit on. They’d be in a male corporation and would meet a demon in a different male corporation, one of them would shield the other from what would become known as ‘rain’, and they would spend (quite literally) all of human history circling each other until some undetermined point in the future. This could either be in the 1990’s or 2000’s, depending on how you looked at things.

For now, which being would take which role depended on a coin toss.

“Raphael, Archangel, Painter of the Galaxies and Stars. Aziraphale, Cherubim, Warrior of God and Heaven. You have been brought before us to answer for your combined transgressions.” Metatron boomed, flanked either side by the remaining Archangel’s, Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Sandalphon.

“You have both been seen affiliating with Lucifer, both been heard questioning. You did not take part in the war, instead fleeing to Raphael’s latest creation. You are both still loyal to God, yet love each other more than Her.”

While Metatron spoke their crimes, the angels in question, Raphael and Aziraphale, ignored them, whispering reassurances to one another. If anyone had listened close enough, they would’ve heard snippets of their hushed conversation. An, “I told you Lucifer was no good, dear, now look where we are” here, an, “oi, you were the one who said he was a charming bloke, not me,” there.

Two voices saying, “I love you,” a thousand different ways in a room of those who were about to judge them, who would not let them love to their hearts fullest. Two voices promising to always stay together.

“... You must be punished. Other angels cannot follow in your example. It would spell chaos.” Metatron finished, and the archangels beside the golden being cried for their younger sibling, silent tears streaming down their faces. They did not want their little painter to fall, to see their ivory wings stained with char and ash. They had already lost one of their own, and Morningstar was not coming back. Metatron stepped forward, holding a flat disk similar to what, eons in the future, humanity would use to run their world.

The coin landed tails up, and a different story was set in motion. This time, a blonde angel clutched hands with their lover as they were dragged downwards, before the force became too much and suddenly they were screaming, burning, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 through space. But their darling star was safe, and that was all that mattered to A̶̻͝z̶͉̦̒i̸̦͝r̶̞͕̆a̶̧̞͆p̵͍̈́̏h̵͍̯̉ä̶͓l̴̤͍͒͛e̴̢̒͂.

Meanwhile, a red-haired angel desperately tried to fling themself into 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 laid beyond Heaven for reasons they didn’t know, sobbing a name belonging to someone they didn’t remember. Time, something fluid and not yet finished, let them grieve for eons. To their siblings, it was mere seconds before they were lead back to the Infirmary. Many angels still needed healing, and Raphael was clearly fine.

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Raphael stood atop the wall surrounding the Garden of Eden, watching Adam and Eve in the distance. They seemed to be getting on alright so far, what with that flaming sword he’d given to them. And after all the hassle he’d gone to of getting it, too. He sighed, tilting his wings to catch the breeze better as he thought of the ribbing he’d go through. Michael might be a bit mad at first, but she’d forgive him eventually. It’s not like he gave away his staff. Gabriel, on the other hand, oh he’d never let him live it down. And he could already see the look on Uriel’s face when—

“Oh dear. I can’t say I expected that to happen,” a voice to Raphael’s left spoke. He turned, watching as a small, white rabbit became a red-eyed demon. The other being turned to him, smiling without malice, which was a little odd for a Fallen angel.

“Excuse me?” Raphael said this not without humour, his own smile only growing as he watched the demon fidget, his hands clasped in front of his belly. “You didn’t expect, what, for all that to go down like a lead balloon?”

The demon blinked. “A... a what? Oh, never mind. Either way, you can’t seriously think I anticipated that asking that nice young lady to get me an apple would lead to her and the other one’s exile, can you?” He huffed, acting almost embarrassed, as though expecting Raphael to tease him over it.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥?

“Yeah, actually, I can,” The angel replied quickly when he realised the other wanted a response. “I mean, you’re a demon, aren’t you? That’s what your lot do. Very clever of you, I must say.”

The demon’s smile dropped a little. “Clever of me? Yes, it was, very clever of me to... Tempt her. And Adam, through her. Yes, that.”

They were both now looking out at the humans, who were almost out of their sights. This was an impressive feat two humans that had never needed to walk so far before. In hindsight, Raphael thought that perhaps he should’ve offered to give them a lift.

But as Raphael’s sights rested on the being beside him, his back feathers ruffled, his eyes and smile widened. “You really didn’t mean to tempt her, did you?”

The demon looked shocked, gasped as though Raphael had just insulted Lucifer himself. “What?! No! I meant to, I did!”

“You didn’t! I bet you even like the humans!”

“I do not! They’re... Weird little things. Odd. Fascinating, yes, and I suppose their quirks are charming in their own way— No! I do not like them!” The demon insisted, stepping closer to Raphael to poke him in the chest, an action which shocked the both of them. Although, the angel couldn’t complain. After all, it let him see those ruby eyes with much more detail.

“I think that you’ve forgotten something.” Raphael spoke, ready to stretch his celestial body for the first time since he’d donned his human corporation, focused enough on his task to miss the fleeting look of hope on the demon’s face. “I’m an angel, able to sense all sorts of feelings. And you—“


“... You really like those humans.” He managed, almost overwhelmed, taking a deep breath. Who would’ve known a demon, or any being, could feel so much?

After a brief, only semi-uncomfortable silence, the demon took another step towards Raphael, almost shoulder to shoulder with him.

“You know, I don’t think I ever introduced myself. Dreadfully sorry about that.” The demon smiled. “I go by Dantalian.”

“Raphael, at your service.” He jokingly took a bow, lighting up when he heard Dantalian chuckle.

Then they heard thunder, and the demon tensed. It was understandable, really, when the only thundering you’ve heard is the voice of God as she cast Lucifer into the fiery pits of hell. Then water began to pour from the sky, and a black wing came up over Raphael’s head.

From under the shelter of Dantalian’s wings, in the early minutes of the first rain, a promise was made between two beings of opposing sides.

“... Alright. Maybe I didn’t mean to tempt her. But please, don’t go spreading that around.”

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦?

“No, of course not. Whatever you ask, demon.”

𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.