ANGEL

★✩𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧| 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬✩★

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕨𝕠 ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

~Ｆｒｉｄａｙ~

~Ｏｎｅ Ｄａｙ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ Ｗｏｒｌｄ~

   Crowley sits at a small table in the middle of the Best Café, his newspaper held between his hands as his golden eyes scan the words. The bell over the door rings as a man walks in an approaches the demon. The older man has a green jacket and holds a book in his hands.

   "Sargent Shadwell," Crowley says his eyes never leaving the newspaper.

   "Mr. Crowley," Shadwell, the older man, replies taking a seat across from the demon. "You're looking well."

   "Clean living."

   "And your father, how is he? You resemble him very much, you know."

   "So they tell me. Yeah, he's well," Crowley folds his newspaper down looking at the man.

   "I've prepared the ledger. The men need paying, your honor. It's hard times for the Witchfinders in today's degenerate age."

   "That won't be necessary. Two hundred and fifty pounds. I'll drop the money off for you on Saturday."

   "Only in cash, in an envelope. Don't take plastic."

   "You astonish me."

   "So-" Shadwell starts.

   "There's a village called Tadfield, in Oxforshire. Send your best people down there. I'm looking for a boy. He's about 11. I don't have anything more than that. But look for anything strange," Crowley explains.

   "This, uh, boy he's a witch?"

   "Possibly. We'll have to find him first, won't we?" Crowley knew how to catch Shadwell's attention, and he did so wonderfully. The witchfinder always was looking for witches and this was what always peaked his interest.

   "Aye. Well, my best operative, that would be Witchfinder Lieutenant Table."

   "Call me if you find anything." Crowley gets up and leaves the café.

   "Witchfinder Sergeant Pepper," Shadwell continues as Crowley walks down the street. His car not far from the small café.

   Y/n stands before the archangels, trying to figure out how to tell them about her findings on the anti-Christ. The purple eyed archangel watches the E/c eyed one closely. Her hands twitch behind her back, the soft fabric of her coat being the only thing that hides her sweaty palms. "So, Y/n-" the purple eyed angel says. Y/n turns towards Gabriel with nervous eyes, "Got your message. Have you got something big? Lay it on us," the other archangels stand beside Gabriel. Michael watching Y/n closely with a small look of distaste.

   "I'm sorry?" Y/n replies her voice shaking at the nerves.

   "What's happening?" Uriel asks.

   "Well, as you know, I've been watching the anti-Christ and of course the opposition and what they are do-," Y/n begins, her voice rambling on with nonsense. 

   "We know all that, what about the anti-Christ?"

   "I think, the other side might have lost track of the poor child."

   "The 'Other Side'?" Michael says. Y/n looks at the other angels before raising her hand and pointing towards the ground, her hands shaking.

   "Lost track of him. He's the son of the US ambassador. He's under constant surveillance," Gabriel says.