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You never got sick. Ever.

This time, something was definitely wrong. Your skin felt ablaze under his fingertips as they grazed your arm. He never felt warmth, because nothing ever exceeded the temperature of the hellfire coursing through his veins. If his assumptions were correct, you should've been decreased to a puddle of boiling, well, you. Yet there you were, laying in his grasp seemingly unharmed. He untangled himself from your burning limbs and you shivered at the loss of your source of heat. He made a move to go get a cold towel for you when you stirred.

"Please stay Gadriel." You croaked out.

Something was definitely, absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, very wrong. He looked at you bewildered, you never, ever, ever, called him by his first name, let alone his angel one. Had he ever told you his angel name? Goodness, he hadn't even heard that name come out of anyone's mouth for a millennia of millennias. That couldn't be possible, he was probably panicking and imagined the whole thing.

"I-I just have t-to go get erm, get a towel for you my dear. You're erm, you're burning up." He stuttered out disassociated. 

"M'kay Gads, but be back soon 'kay?"

Nope, nope, he did not imagine up. You most definitely called him "Gads" an unpleasant nickname he earned from his fellow angels during his time in heaven. You, couldn't possibly know that however, unless of course you had been an angel, but the last time he checked you were very much human. How very peculiar.

He went to go fetch a cold towel from the bathroom, lost in thought, trying to figure out how your strange behavior could be explained. 

When he came back, he lay the cold wet towel on your forehead. You gave him a dazed smile as he reached to wipe a drop of sweat from your forehead. The drop barely touched his finger as he felt his skin sizzle upon contact with your sweat and pulled his hand back in agony. He ran to the bathroom to run his hand under the cold water in attempt to stop the burning. He brought his hand up to analyze the burn on his finger and was shocked to find a charred cut where the drop of sweat had touched him, he watched in fascination as his skin began quickly repairing itself, until there was no trace of the burn left to be visibly seen.

"Gadriel?" You called out.

He peeked his head back into the bedroom and told you he was going to call Aziraphale, so he could bring you some "chicken soup". He didn't want to alarm you, he didn't know what you had come down with and didn't want to risk scaring you, because he had vowed to protect you and with every fibre of his being he would go to great lengths without a second of hesitation to ensure your health and safety.

"Zira? Something's gone terribly wrong."

"What have you done now you stubborn demon?!" Aziraphale screeched into the receiver.

"I haven't done anything angel! However (Y/N) has come down with the strangest of illnesses. Her sweat burned me, I'm talking 5th degree, holy water kind of burn. I don't suppose you had any books that could help me figure out what's wrong with her? Oh, and could you possibly swing by with the antidote if you find one?"

At once Aziraphale became serious "I'm coming over right now." with that, the line went dead and Crowley was left to worry with his own thoughts once again. That is until he heard the familiar ruffle of wings filled the apartment followed by Aziraphale's sudden appearance.

"Where is she?"

"In the bedroom."

"Clothed I pray?"

"Of course, angel, what do you think of us?"

"Who knows what you two lovebirds do on your down time." He teased as he put his bags of books down on the desk by the throne. He quietly approached the bedroom peeking his head in to see your shivering form under the blankets.

"Gadriel?"

"No my dear, it's Aziraphale."

"Az! My how I've missed you! I thought you were spending your days on Earth, why have you come to visit Heaven?"

"My dear, you are currently on Earth."

You sit up, disoriented and at that very moment you open your eyes and something very spectacular happens. At that moment both Aziraphale and Crowley do not see your eyes but rather a divine light that has taken it's place in your body underneath the human features. 

"Oh you and your childish jokes my dear Aziraphale, how you never grow up." Your laugh floated through the air like a spellbound harp.

At once you spot Crowley peering at you over Aziraphale's shoulder, looking at you in shock.

"Gadriel! My darling, come lie with me." You pouted.

"It's Crowley not Gadriel." He murmured, still distracted by your eyes, that appeared as though the nebulae themselves inhabited your being.

"Crowley?" You scrunched your face in disdain. "Why would you agonize yourself with such a distasteful name? I refuse to call you Crowley my dear Gadriel."

He wanted to correct you but something about the way your aura filled the flat, he couldn't bring himself to correct you. He couldn't quite place it, although you weren't beside him he could so distinctly feel your presence and warmth beside him, it puzzled his ancient mind.

"Wait, Gadriel?" Aziraphale questioned, startling both you and Crowley out of your trances. "You're angel name is Gadriel?!" Aziraphale exclaimed as he faced Crowley with an amazement written all over his features.

"Yes, angel, I thought we went over that already. My angel name is Gadriel, your name is Aziraphale and (Y/N) is very sick." He deadpans with an unamused face.

"No, but you're Gadriel, The Gadriel, the banished lover of the silver palace. You sly snake! You're part of the angels' history books! Oh, why didn't you tell me soon-"

"BECAUSE I'M NOT! AZIRAPHALE!!!" Crowley shouted with an annoyed rage. "I'M NOT AN ANGEL! I FELL OKAY! AND I'VE NEVER LOVED ANYONE! I DON'T. DO. LOVE!"

With that, an animalistic screech tore through your vocal chords, wings unfurled from your back and you launched yourself at Crowley, missing Aziraphale by millimetres. You tackled him to the ground and straddled his waist, trapping his arms beside him. His snake eyes looked panicked as they could see no remorse in your starlight vision.

"What has gotten into you my dear Gadriel?!" You exclaimed, anger seeping into your vowels. "You never loved me?" You growled.

Crowley attempted to free his limbs but you were too strong. Impossible, he should have been able to easily tackle you...

"No, I lashed out and I'm sorry (Y/N), okay? I love you, I always have, it's-it's just demon instinct to deny those feelings and I apologize."

You leant in to seethe in his ear. "Blasphemy you speak dear lover, you are mine, and mine alone." Fang like teeth protruded from your gums as you hissed at him. You brought your mouth down to his exposed neck. He whimpered in pain as you bit lightly, drawing blood. Your fangs retracted and you licked the trail of blood from the fresh cut you made. By the time you had moved your face away from his neck, the cut had healed. You ran your tongue over your teeth letting the taste of his celestial blood set into your taste buds. Then you leant in to kiss him, but pulled away immediately when your lips made contact with his.

"My dear Gadriel, you taste wrong. What have they done to you?"

He looked back at you with confusion. It didn't make any sense, he had never seen you before he came to earth, and you had definitely been human just twelve hours ago. He had tasted it in your goodnight kiss, no hint of anything celestial on your tongue, completely human. What had happened? 

Then for a second, you felt almost normal again, like a haze had been lifted. Your wings disappeared and you became uncomfortably aware of your surroundings. 

"Crowley?"

"(Y/N)?"

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" You apologized as you got up off of him.

"You're sick my dear, we lost you for a second there." He tried explaining as he sat up with a groan.

Just as quickly as the haze left, it returned, but with it an oncoming darkness. You groaned, your head was pounding, you felt as though your skull might explode. Your knees fell beneath you as your body hit the cold floor. You clutched your head in agony as black seeped from the edges of your vision. Crowley's panicked voice became muffled and far away and you let you eyes shut as you felt the darkness and pain consume you, too tired and weak to fight it.

Aziraphale was quick to rush to your side, still baffled by the scene that had just passed, but determined however to assist you.

"Crowley, we need to get her back in bed."

Crowley could only nod as he felt bruises begin to form on his back. Your tackling really did a number on him. He managed to help Aziraphale carry your limp body back to the bed. He covered you back up in the blankets and put another towel on your forehead before making his way to Aziraphale who was laying his books out on the coffee table in the living room.

"Angel, I don't understand, I've never seen her before." He sighed bringing a hand up to rub his tired face as he fell into the couch.

Aziraphale looked up inquisitively, searching Crowley's face for hints of his statement being a joke. "You really don't remember?"

"I really don’t remember." Crowley let out with a sigh.

He reached out for the book of prophecies "Why'd you bring this useless thing?"

"It's not useless! These are the most accurate prophesies to ever be prophesized on this planet! They helped us save the world mind you!" Aziraphale exclaimed roughly tugging the book from the demon's grasp. As it happened, a piece of paper flew out from one of the book's pages and landed on the floor by thedemon's feet. Crowley made a move to pick it up.

He brought it up to his face and read it aloud "When the hellfire touches the womb of the serpent's siren, she will emerge."

"Why Angel! This is what I was forewarned about in a dream I had just last night! That's no use though." He said tossing the paper on the table. "Doesn't even make any sense."

Aziraphale picked up the piece of paper and reread it. "No wait, Crowley! There's a reference to another page number..."

"Let me think..." He said looking at Crowley with furrowed brows. "The story went that you, Gadriel had fallen in love for another angel, but God forbid it. As much as you and her attempted to push away the lust that threatened to overtake you, you could not, so you slept together, binding your love with a blood promise. When God found out what you had done, he pushed you to hell and took away your stature as an angel of the fifth heaven. No one knew what happened to your counterpart, many believed she had been plucked from existence, but it appears not. The strange thing is that no one knows her true angel name, only you. Can you remember her name?" Aziraphale finished as his glance fell to your sleeping form in the bedroom.

"No. No, I don't remember any of that. It's like I'm missing a huge chunk of time, I can't remember what happened to me or why I fell, I just know I did."

"It appears as though, your memories were wiped."

"What about (Y/N), how is she, well, an angel? And what about the prophecy?"

"God must have banished her to Earth to live as a human, but it doesn't explain the- oh wait! Hellfire is heat! And the serpent's siren is (Y/N). She's going into heat after millennias and that's what triggered her celestial being to emerge from her human host!" Aziraphale exclaimed, feeling accomplished about cracking the code.

As he raised a fist in the air in celebration, the prophecy book fell open to reveal the referenced page on the piece of paper. Aziraphale read the prophecy aloud "Lovers return to the scarlet nigh, lovers return to spell unbroken."

"Spell unbroken..." Aziraphale repeated quietly pondering the meaning of the riddle.

"Well?"

"It seems as though you and (Y/N) must re-do the deeds done the night before you were both punished. But, your memories would return as they once were before this whole thing began." Aziraphale explained. 

"Isn't there anyway to break the spell? Or retrieve my lost memories?"

Aziraphale flipped to the next page, searching for an answer only to find the next six pages ripped from the book. "No!" He exclaimed in horror. "How can they be missing!"

"They must've fallen out during our Armageddon adventures." Crowley mumbled disappointedly.

"No. No! I refuse to leave you two love birds miserable for the rest of your lives! I am a part of history now, and I plan to make history!" Aziraphale said triumphantly.

"So how exactly are we going to 'make history' angel?"

"It seems it is about time we pay a visit to Anathema Device! She's bound to have the answers!"