~CROWLEY pov~
Crowley,
Show yourself at St Jame's Park, 2 am.
Don't be late.

Weird, Crowley thought as he read the letter that had slid under the apartment door. It was written on slightly crumpled paper, and had been concealed in a black envelope, with a red wax stamp with an indecipherable design. It had a false Hellish sense, like someone was trying to mimic Hell, for Satan knows what reason. Oh well, s'pose it's worth seeing who it is.

~2:01am~
"Where the fuck is he?" One 'mysteriously' hooded figure asked.

"Dunno." Answered another.

"You sure you had the right door?" The third and last one asked.

"Yes" replied the second one, visibly annoyed.

~2:13am~
"I'm bored." Said the third one.

"Me too, can we just leave?"

"No." The first one said shortly.

~2:27am~
"Hi," Crowley greeted as he sauntered in.

"You're late." Explained hooded figure number 1,

"Yeah, I know, sorry 'bout that, wasn't in the mood for being on time."

"We specifically told you not to be late." Hooded figure number 2 said pointedly, Crowley just shrugged.

"Ok, 1," he put up his middle finger for demonstration, "why the Heaven am I here, and 2" he put up his index finger "who the fuck are you? You honestly look like a shitty teenage cult."

"We are not some shitty teenage cult!" Said hooded figure number 3 in a fussy way suggesting that they were in fact some shitty teenage cult. Crowley raised his eyebrow.

"Violet, shut your face." Hooded figure number 1 instructed. Hooded figure number 3, otherwise known as Violet (apparently) rolled her eyes, not that it could be seen under her hood. "You are the demon Crowley, yes?"

"Yeah, I knew that already so who are you?"

"A real demon?" Hooded figure number 2 stuttered.

"Uh huh. So you are a teenage cult." What was this obsession between teenagers and cults? Was it the cloaks? "Why am I here?"

"We are here to capture you and kill you to do the world a favour." Hooded figure number 2 said.

"God damn it Josh you're not meant to tell him that."

"Ok and that's why I got an invite?"

"How else should we do it?" Hooded figure number 1 asked, irritated by not being taken seriously.

"Tsh ok I'm leaving then." Then Crowley turned around and started walking away.

"Now!" One hooded figure shouted. The other two, which turned out to be Josh and Violet knocked him to the ground and tied some rope around his hand. After realising what had happened and being 'forced' to stand up Crowley chuckled because of the pathetic-ness of all this. Soon he was full on laughing.
"Stop laughing." Ordered hooded figure number 1.

"Kerry do you really think that he's going to listen to you?" Josh interrupted. Kerry rolled her eyes.

"Shut up" she said.

"He has a point" Crowley said, once he had recovered. "What the heaven makes you think you can kill me?"

"Holy water." Kerry stated, somewhat threateningly,

"I can just miracle myself gone."

"You're bluffing." Violet stated.

"Tsh I'm not."

"Get out the holy water." Kerry, who was seemingly their leader, instructed. Josh produced a water bottle.

"Don't joke around with that stuff" Crowley hissed.

"Scared now are we?" Kerry asked, "bring him closer to me, and give me the Holy water, I want to do it."
Violet, who had been holding Crowley's wrists pointlessly, pushed him forward, and upon Josh giving Kerry the water bottle, Crowley hissed and turned into his serpent form, and slithered away into the dark.

The cult went silent for a minute, put off by what they had just witnessed. Kerry, being quite a resilient leader to give her some credit, broke that silence
"Get him!"

"But he's gone, you try looking for a black snake in the dead of night."

"Find him." Kerry ordered once again.

~AZIRAPHALE pov~
Aziraphale had been sitting in his bookshop, with his hot chocolate in his special angel mug, reading a book. It must've been a good book for him to be able to read until 2:45am without realising the time, but then again, every book was a good book according to Aziraphale.

Either way, he was reading in the dead of night, when a black serpent appeared in the middle of the room. It wasn't noticed until it hissed. Aziraphale turned to look at it,
"Oh, hello Crowley, what are you doing here?"

Crowley turned to his human form,
"eh, some teenage cult made me meet them, before I knew they were a cult, and now they're looking for me. I left in snake form. It's nothing serious, I can easily miracle myself away if they find me I just needed to leave but they know my address so I came here." He explained, relaxed and obviously not worried, why should he be? "They're quite funny really, think they're a proper cult." Crowley couldn't help but chuckle at this thought.

"Oh," Aziraphale replied, "would you like to stay the night then? I was just reading." Crowley shrugged, "sure."

~CULT pov~
"He isn't here, I think he left"

"Check all over then, pretend we've lost our pet snake and hope he is still in snake form." Kerry told her cult members.

"What if he went back to his flat?" Asked Violet,

"He probably wouldn't go somewhere so obvious, but I'll check, split up so we can cover more ground"

"You do realise that he could've gone anywhere around the world, and you're planning on looking for him one household at a time?" Josh asked.

"Well it's better than nothing."

~The Bookshop~

There was a knock on the door.
"We're closed!" Called out Aziraphale, annoyed at having to stop whatever private act might've been taking place between him and Crowley. But they knocked again. Aziraphale sighed and went to the door.
"Hello, why are you knocking on people's doors and half past 3 in the morning?" He asked, still attempting to be jolly and polite.

"I'm really sorry," said a voice Crowley recognised, who was in the room next to the main shop and could hear everything, "but I've lost my pet snake and it's really urgent," yeah right Crowley thought.

"Oh," replied Aziraphale, who was obviously suspicious,

"He's black, with yellow eyes." Said the voice that Crowley recognised as Josh,

"Do come in." Aziraphale invited.

"Thanks."

"Crowley, do come through." Crowley obliged, smirking at the boy, whose face was reddening and becoming worried.

"Actually I think I need to call someone," he said hurriedly,

"How rude." Explained Crowley, before he took the teenagers phone,

"Hey, give that back"

"Ok" Crowley gave back the phone, but unfortunately it had run out of charge. Josh looked at it, starting to panic.

"Err."

"Angel, could you please make this little boy and his friends leave me alone?"

"Crowley, you shouldn't be like that, he is only a child." Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Wait did he call you Angel?" Josh asked.

"Yes." Aziraphale said, not recognising anything to be wrong.

"Hm, yeah ok" the teenager laughed.

"You know what lets just wipe their memories." Suggested Crowley to Aziraphale.

"What, no! I have rights!" The no-longer-hooded figure protested.

"Where should I leave them?" Crowley asked, ignoring Josh.

"Where you found them" Aziraphale suggested.

~CULT pov~

"Where am I?" Kerry asked as she woke.

"What are we doing here?" Violet asked, as she too woke, before shaking Josh.

"Ah, what?" Violet sighed.

"Maybe we were drunk."

"Yeah," agreed Josh and Kerry together.

"Woah, what's with the cloaks?" Violet asked before they all laughed at themselves for doing whatever they might've done.

A/N
Thank you for reading this. Please send requests if you have any (word count: 1305)

Edit: I did a second part to this, it's chapter 44. (A long time after lol)