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Thrush had never been to Earth before. There were about 3,000 steps to the surface and he didn’t know why they couldn’t just be sucked up to the surface just as Crowley fell from the sky. He had an infinite number of questions about Earth, humans, and all of it. He was told that he was receiving a promotion that came along with training on the field, but he didn’t know that when he accepted the position he would be shadowing the demon Crowley, one of the most esteemed demons of all time.

      “Wait. You can’t go up there like that.” Crowley said. He eyed Thrush behind his glasses. Thrush was wearing his usual black-on-black, the uniform that all demons had to wear. They could change their clothes with a snap, but no matter what they wanted, they would always turn black. “You’re dressed very, erm, 1840s, and it’s the sixties now.” Crowley knew that Hell was always behind on the trends, which was odd because they always received the best-dressed humans for judgment. It was a waste, really, that demons lacked observational skills. Observation was key to temptations. “Well, and I’d like a change too. I’m not really feeling this look.” He snapped his fingers.

A Good Omens Fanfic (please help me think of a title) *contains some s2 spoilers*

Part 1:

The first thing Crowley remembered was his roaring headache. Then his gut shifted uncomfortably. It had been a long time since Crowley used his powers to shrink and grow his body. He almost forgot the terrible stomach pains that came with that. He recalled stumbling through the graveyard in Aziraphale’s arms. Then the earth opened up and sucked him down what he only could describe as a great big ‘straw.’ Gray shadows shifted side-to-side, and he heard a giggling — no — a chortling. His yellowy snake eyes always took a moment to adjust to change of light. He felt around for his small, circular sunglasses. He wore them for the look of it, of course, but there were other reasons Crowley wore them besides for fashion. They helped him see better, too.