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Crowley and Aziraphale discuss where to find Lucifer's son (He's missing)
(Old Man Shadwell who's been following the two around believes Aziraphale to be a demon (not an angel) and tries to exercise him as he saw him doing his circle magic.)
(Aziraphale got zapped away and Shadwell fled, knocking over a candle in the shop leaving Crowley suddenly at a loss)
Story Exerpt (From 3rd section):
((My illustrations show three important points in time in the same place though not happening one after the other))
Then he pushed open the door and stepped into the inferno.
The whole bookshop was ablaze. "Aziraphale!" He called. "Aziraphale, you- you stupid- Aziraphale? Are you here?"
No answer. Just the crackle of burning papers, the splintering of glass as the fire reached the upstairs rooms, the crash of collapsing timbers.
He scanned the shop urgently, desperately, looking for the angel, looking for help.
In the far corner a bookshelf toppled over, cascading flaming books across the floor. The fire was all around him, and Crowley ignored it. His left trouser leg began to smoulder; he stopped it with a glance.
"Hello? Aziraphale! For Go-, for Sa-, for somebody's sake! Aziraphale!"
The shop window was smashed from outside. Crowley turned, startled, and an unexpected jet of water struck him full in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
His shades flew to a far corner of the room, and became a puddle of burning plastic. Yellow eyes with slitted vertical pupils were revealed. Wet and streaming, face ash-blackened, as far from cool as it was possible for him to be, on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.