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WR/GO - The Mission
Title: The Mission
Fandom: Crossover Wolf's Rain/Good Omens
Rating: PG
Words: 2309
Summary: Crowley was given a mission, but he wasn't told exactly what it was.
Spoilers: Implied spoilers for the ending of Wolf's Rain.
Notes: Because I can.
Crowley didn't understand why Below had given him orders to go to that place. Usually, Other Dimensions where handled by another branch of demons altogether.
That world was gray and cold and dusty as hell.
No, wait. Scratch that.
Let's try again: it was gray and cold and dusty as Crowley had never seen before.
Grayness didn't matter to him, actually. Cold wasn't a problem since he couldn't feel it. Dust, on the other hand, was annoying because it got all over his jacket, trousers and shoes.
He was so going to send them the cleaning bill. Of course, he could just miracle the dust away when he got back to London, but that wouldn't be half as fun.
The demon was glad he hadn't been able to take his Bentley along through the Dimensions. Who knows what damage it could've suffered in that horrid place. Yet, with out it, Crowley had to walk. A very long distance. Which brought another question: why in the world hadn't they sent him exactly to where they wanted him? That, Crowley, thought, would've made sense. But, since when Hell was known as a place where common sense was a priority? If it were, they wouldn't have lost the first round.
Crowley sighed. His orders were to walk towards the east until he got to the place where he was supposed to do something. What? He'd know when he saw it. That was enough to make one want to pull his hair, wasn't it?
While passing by a few big rocks, the demon shuddered; his superiors were being so damn cryptic lately they seemed to be trying to match up with the Enemy.
Suddenly, Crowley stopped and cursed. And cursed and cursed.
In front of him was a light-brown wolf who sort of wagged his tail and whimpered when he saw Crowley.
"What," Crowley said, finally. It wasn't a question, was more of an statement.
"I was going to say the same," the wolf whined in Aziraphale's voice. "Though, now it makes sense why I was sent here: I am to thwart your evil!"
Crowley shrugged "Actually, I've no idea what evil I'm suppose to make. Maybe I am to thwart you.Why are you a wolf, anyway?"
"This is the shape in which I'm needed."
"That means I've to become one too?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Megh," Crowley said and turned into a dark-gray wolf, almost black.
"Fitting," Aziraphale said.
"Thank you. Well, let's go."
"What? I'm not going to—"
"Listen, angel: I am here, you are here, there's gotta be a reason. And since you've been here longer, I'm following you, whether you want it or not."
Aziraphale sighed. "Very well, then. Maybe it'll be better if I keep a close watch on you."
"That's the spirit! So, where're we going?"
"Back to the pack. They'll be thrilled to know I've made a friend," Aziraphale said, and Crowley wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.
The pack. Crowley wondered what would ever Heaven and Hell want with a pack of wolves. Both factions were interested only in human souls, weren't they? Besides, animals —with few and scarce exceptions— belonged all to Heaven's side.
It had been centuries since Crowley had taken any form besides human. He'd never been a wolf before, but he was liking it. These animals were strong, fast and stealth. But not as blood-thirsty as the old-wives tales said they were, and the demon felt disappointed; nevertheless, he was hopping he'd rip a throat or two, now that he was at it.
"Here we are," Aziraphale said, pointing with his paw a small cave where a wolf smaller than them was waiting. He had some sort of bracelets on one of his front legs.
"Hello, Aziraphale!" he said, wagging his tail eagerly. "Who's your friend?"
"Ah, Toboe! How are you, dear?" Aziraphale said, brushing his muzzle with the other wolf's. "This is Crowley. Crowley, this is Toboe."
"Nice to meet you, Crowley!" Toboe said. "Is he going to travel with us? I don't think the others would mind; the more the better, I'd say!"
"It'll be better if we talk to Kiba first, love," Aziraphale said.
"Fine," Toboe said. "I'm going to tell him you're here. He's inside. Tsume and Hige hadn't returned yet, though." The young wolf entered the cave, still talking excitedly.
"Kiba? Who's Kiba?" Crowley asked.
"The alpha male. He's a nice chap..., uh, wolf," Aziraphale replied.
"Oh."
Very soon, an impressive white wolf came out from the cave. Toboe was just behind, looking smaller than before.
There was something about this new canine that Crowley couldn't quite put his finger —paw— on, but it made him feel uneasy. Maybe it was the whiteness itself.
"Toboe told me you want to come with us to Paradise," Kiba said.
Or maybe it was that this animal was some sort of mythological being with the power to unlock mystical places of Good no-one else could.
"Yes, yes I want!" Crowley said.
"Very well, then," Kiba said, and went back into the cave.
Crowley blinked. "That was all?"
"Told you he was a nice chap," Aziraphale said.
"Kiba would never stop another wolf from going to Paradise," Toboe said. "And our pack's too small, anyway."
"Oh."
Well, at the very least, now Crowley had some pointers about what it was expected from him.
The other two wolves, Tsume and Hige, came back soon, dragging a deer's carcass. Neither of them objected the pack's new member, since Kiba'd given his approval.
"Chain of command is a good thing," Aziraphale muttered.
"Oh, yes," Crowley said. Not that he'd minded the idea of having to fight those two; after all, he could cheat in ways they'd never expect. But if he was legally accepted, then the deception would be easier to make. All he had to do now was to wait until Aziraphale got distracted.
"Time to eat!" Hige said, eagerly, after the introductions were made. So they ate.
Crowley didn't need food, but he had to put on a show, even if he found raw meat to be repulsive —all that time as a human had a price. He was sure, however, than Aziraphale was having a worse time than him.
"How long have you been with them?" Crowley asked when he and Aziraphale were left alone.
"Three days. It's been nice."
"I don't doubt it. And where's this Paradise they're talking about."
"Kiba knows."
"And you?"
"I wasn't told. I'm sure there's a reason," Aziraphale said, frowning a little at the demon's laughter.
"I always thought an angel would lead people to Paradise. Yet again, those are wolves." Crowley paused a moment and then asked "Is this Kiba from some sort of angelic breed?"
"He's a wolf. There's something about him, yes. A gift, I would call it, but not it's not from angelic nature."
"Hmph."
"You know, when He chooses someone..."
"It's ineffable?"
"...yes."
The pack left the cave the next day. They ran behind Kiba, through gray, dusty and cold landscapes. The white wolf didn't hesitate on choosing a direction, and he kept it; he seemed to be going on instinct alone. On his gift, as Aziraphale had said, to reach that so-called Paradise.
Well, if it had been him, Crowley would've asked for something better than a built-in compass.
The demon took the time on the road to think about what he was supposed to do. Was he to stop them? To let them get there and then take advantage of the open gate and claim it for his kin? And, more importantly: how was he going to get rid of the angel? If he didn't, Aziraphale would do his best to thwart Crowley.
So far, Aziraphale had shown a soft spot for Toboe, the pack's youngest. The angel was always near him, to the point he was actually grooming him the night before. They also talked an awful lot whenever they could. In short: Toboe was Aziraphale's potential weakness. But, if Crowley placed the cub in danger at the crucial moment, the angel would just mourn him and go to prevent the biggest evil.
Neither useful nor fun.
Moral disjunctives are interesting when you don't know the outcome, and that happens when your subject has free will.
Perhaps, the demon could make the wolves fight each other. That Tsume had potential. He'd been quiet, but it was obvious he had a temper. Crowley could whisper to Tsume's ear how much of an alpha male he was, using his most flattering words and silkiest voice, every night for a week. That'd have to do.
Then he realized he was about to temp an animal. That was a new low. Thus, plan B had to be scratched, if only out of principle.
Back to the drawing room, so to speak.
Night fell. The pack found a nice place where to rest, which wasn't a need for Crowley, and neither for Aziraphale.
"Did you resolve anything, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked.
"Sorry, what?"
"Don't be silly, dear. I could practically hear you plotting the whole day."
"Well, if I was indeed plotting something, I wouldn't tell you now, would I?"
"I didn't think so. I was just trying to make conversation."
"It's boring, isn't it? Running all the day and only that, with nothing else to do."
"I wouldn't call it boring..."
"Still, it'd be better if you had at least one book around, wouldn't it?"
"Stop it, Crowley, you're not going to tempt me."
"I have to tempt someone..." the demon mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, dear!" Aziraphale exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"The moon. It looks more beautiful than ever through this eyes. I hadn't notice."
Crowley looked up; the angel was right. The huge, white, shiny rock over them was more than simply beautiful. It was magical, and it didn't mattered that it'd be a while until the moon was full. Suddenly, he felt an urge coming from his guts that made him hide his muzzle below his paws. "Damn!" he whimpered.
"Is there something wrong?" Aziraphale asked, worried.
"I want to howl!"
The next couple of days were more or less the same than the first one, except because there were some new bits of information that made Crowley happy.
Kiba was searching for a certain Flower Maiden. Apparently, she was the real key to open Paradise, and the white wolf was to find her.
That made things easier: Crowley decided on kidnapping the Flower Maiden —whoever she might be— and taking her back to Hell with him. Maybe that was what they wanted, and if it wasn't, at the very least it'd be a whole step forward. And it'd be their fault on the first place for not giving clear orders, anyway.
The fifth day, the pack came upon a truck crashed against a tree. There were no humans around, so they approached to investigate. Maybe there'd be food or something.
The truck wasn't all that big, but it was technologically advanced as Crowley hadn't seen before.
"Those militars..." he thought, proudly, as he stepped into the cabin. "They just can't bring themselves to share their toys, huh?" Once inside, he stared at the broken radio. And stared and stared and stared... "Why don't you talk when I need you?" he whined, punching the buttons with his paw.
"That's a radio," a voice said behind him; it was Toboe. The young wolf walked into the cabin, explaining what a radio was for.
Crowley rolled his eyes, but refrained himself from telling him he knew all about radios. There was something odd, though. "How do you know about this things?"
"Eh..." Toboe made the canine equivalent of blushing. "I... I was raised by humans."
"Really?"
"Yes. By a nice old lady."
"And the call of the wild made you escape."
"No! It wasn't like that!"
Crowley sighed. He had to stop the lad before he started telling him the story of his life, in which he wasn't interested whatsoever. "It doesn't matter," he said. "And I'm sure your old lady is as nice as you said. Now, the important thing is that you're here now, isn't it?"
Tomoe lowered his ears. "I... think."
"Good boy," Crowley said.
"Toboe! Dear! Where are you?" yelled Aziraphale from the other side of the truck.
"Coming!" said Toboe. Before leaving the cabin, he turned to the demon. "And thank you, Crowley."
"Don't mention it."
In that moment, the radio began to talk to Crowley.
YOU HAVE FAILED, CROWLEY.
"What?" he snapped.
YOU. HAVE. FAILED! YOU HAD TO DESTROY THAT WOLF'S CONFIDENCE IN HUMANS. INSTEAD, YOU JUST REINFORCED IT!
"But I thought— What?"
WITHOUT THAT CONFIDENCE, HE WOULD NOT BECOME AN INSPIRATION FOR HIS PEERS TO REACH P— THAT PLACE THEY'RE LOOKING FOR.
"Eh... I still can—"
YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING NOW, CROWLEY. GO BACK TO LONDON, WE'LL DISCUSS YOUR PUNISHMENT THERE.
"But— But— IT WAS YOUR BLOODY FAULT FOR NOT TELLING ME SOONER!"
Silence.
Crowley growled and began to destroy everything he could reach. He ripped the clothes of the seats and took filling out and didn't stop until the cabin was an unrecognizable mess.
"Crowley, dear, what are you doing?" Aziraphale asked.
Panting, the demon looked at Aziraphale, who was standing at the door, front paws resting on what was left of the front seat. Behind the angel, a few meters away, the other wolves were staring at him, as if wondering if he had gotten the rabies.
"I got very bad news," Crowley said.
"Did you? I wonder if they have to do with mine," the angel said.
"Probably. What are they?"
"That my mission was a success and that I can go back now."
"Then you can guess what mine are."
"Oh!" the angel gasped. "I'm really sorry. Well, not really. I'm not sorry for your mission, but for you..."
"Let it go, will you?" Crowley moaned. "At least I'm getting away from the bloody dust."
Fandom: Crossover Wolf's Rain/Good Omens
Rating: PG
Words: 2309
Summary: Crowley was given a mission, but he wasn't told exactly what it was.
Spoilers: Implied spoilers for the ending of Wolf's Rain.
Notes: Because I can.
Crowley didn't understand why Below had given him orders to go to that place. Usually, Other Dimensions where handled by another branch of demons altogether.
That world was gray and cold and dusty as hell.
No, wait. Scratch that.
Let's try again: it was gray and cold and dusty as Crowley had never seen before.
Grayness didn't matter to him, actually. Cold wasn't a problem since he couldn't feel it. Dust, on the other hand, was annoying because it got all over his jacket, trousers and shoes.
He was so going to send them the cleaning bill. Of course, he could just miracle the dust away when he got back to London, but that wouldn't be half as fun.
The demon was glad he hadn't been able to take his Bentley along through the Dimensions. Who knows what damage it could've suffered in that horrid place. Yet, with out it, Crowley had to walk. A very long distance. Which brought another question: why in the world hadn't they sent him exactly to where they wanted him? That, Crowley, thought, would've made sense. But, since when Hell was known as a place where common sense was a priority? If it were, they wouldn't have lost the first round.
Crowley sighed. His orders were to walk towards the east until he got to the place where he was supposed to do something. What? He'd know when he saw it. That was enough to make one want to pull his hair, wasn't it?
While passing by a few big rocks, the demon shuddered; his superiors were being so damn cryptic lately they seemed to be trying to match up with the Enemy.
Suddenly, Crowley stopped and cursed. And cursed and cursed.
In front of him was a light-brown wolf who sort of wagged his tail and whimpered when he saw Crowley.
"What," Crowley said, finally. It wasn't a question, was more of an statement.
"I was going to say the same," the wolf whined in Aziraphale's voice. "Though, now it makes sense why I was sent here: I am to thwart your evil!"
Crowley shrugged "Actually, I've no idea what evil I'm suppose to make. Maybe I am to thwart you.Why are you a wolf, anyway?"
"This is the shape in which I'm needed."
"That means I've to become one too?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Megh," Crowley said and turned into a dark-gray wolf, almost black.
"Fitting," Aziraphale said.
"Thank you. Well, let's go."
"What? I'm not going to—"
"Listen, angel: I am here, you are here, there's gotta be a reason. And since you've been here longer, I'm following you, whether you want it or not."
Aziraphale sighed. "Very well, then. Maybe it'll be better if I keep a close watch on you."
"That's the spirit! So, where're we going?"
"Back to the pack. They'll be thrilled to know I've made a friend," Aziraphale said, and Crowley wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.
The pack. Crowley wondered what would ever Heaven and Hell want with a pack of wolves. Both factions were interested only in human souls, weren't they? Besides, animals —with few and scarce exceptions— belonged all to Heaven's side.
It had been centuries since Crowley had taken any form besides human. He'd never been a wolf before, but he was liking it. These animals were strong, fast and stealth. But not as blood-thirsty as the old-wives tales said they were, and the demon felt disappointed; nevertheless, he was hopping he'd rip a throat or two, now that he was at it.
"Here we are," Aziraphale said, pointing with his paw a small cave where a wolf smaller than them was waiting. He had some sort of bracelets on one of his front legs.
"Hello, Aziraphale!" he said, wagging his tail eagerly. "Who's your friend?"
"Ah, Toboe! How are you, dear?" Aziraphale said, brushing his muzzle with the other wolf's. "This is Crowley. Crowley, this is Toboe."
"Nice to meet you, Crowley!" Toboe said. "Is he going to travel with us? I don't think the others would mind; the more the better, I'd say!"
"It'll be better if we talk to Kiba first, love," Aziraphale said.
"Fine," Toboe said. "I'm going to tell him you're here. He's inside. Tsume and Hige hadn't returned yet, though." The young wolf entered the cave, still talking excitedly.
"Kiba? Who's Kiba?" Crowley asked.
"The alpha male. He's a nice chap..., uh, wolf," Aziraphale replied.
"Oh."
Very soon, an impressive white wolf came out from the cave. Toboe was just behind, looking smaller than before.
There was something about this new canine that Crowley couldn't quite put his finger —paw— on, but it made him feel uneasy. Maybe it was the whiteness itself.
"Toboe told me you want to come with us to Paradise," Kiba said.
Or maybe it was that this animal was some sort of mythological being with the power to unlock mystical places of Good no-one else could.
"Yes, yes I want!" Crowley said.
"Very well, then," Kiba said, and went back into the cave.
Crowley blinked. "That was all?"
"Told you he was a nice chap," Aziraphale said.
"Kiba would never stop another wolf from going to Paradise," Toboe said. "And our pack's too small, anyway."
"Oh."
Well, at the very least, now Crowley had some pointers about what it was expected from him.
The other two wolves, Tsume and Hige, came back soon, dragging a deer's carcass. Neither of them objected the pack's new member, since Kiba'd given his approval.
"Chain of command is a good thing," Aziraphale muttered.
"Oh, yes," Crowley said. Not that he'd minded the idea of having to fight those two; after all, he could cheat in ways they'd never expect. But if he was legally accepted, then the deception would be easier to make. All he had to do now was to wait until Aziraphale got distracted.
"Time to eat!" Hige said, eagerly, after the introductions were made. So they ate.
Crowley didn't need food, but he had to put on a show, even if he found raw meat to be repulsive —all that time as a human had a price. He was sure, however, than Aziraphale was having a worse time than him.
"How long have you been with them?" Crowley asked when he and Aziraphale were left alone.
"Three days. It's been nice."
"I don't doubt it. And where's this Paradise they're talking about."
"Kiba knows."
"And you?"
"I wasn't told. I'm sure there's a reason," Aziraphale said, frowning a little at the demon's laughter.
"I always thought an angel would lead people to Paradise. Yet again, those are wolves." Crowley paused a moment and then asked "Is this Kiba from some sort of angelic breed?"
"He's a wolf. There's something about him, yes. A gift, I would call it, but not it's not from angelic nature."
"Hmph."
"You know, when He chooses someone..."
"It's ineffable?"
"...yes."
The pack left the cave the next day. They ran behind Kiba, through gray, dusty and cold landscapes. The white wolf didn't hesitate on choosing a direction, and he kept it; he seemed to be going on instinct alone. On his gift, as Aziraphale had said, to reach that so-called Paradise.
Well, if it had been him, Crowley would've asked for something better than a built-in compass.
The demon took the time on the road to think about what he was supposed to do. Was he to stop them? To let them get there and then take advantage of the open gate and claim it for his kin? And, more importantly: how was he going to get rid of the angel? If he didn't, Aziraphale would do his best to thwart Crowley.
So far, Aziraphale had shown a soft spot for Toboe, the pack's youngest. The angel was always near him, to the point he was actually grooming him the night before. They also talked an awful lot whenever they could. In short: Toboe was Aziraphale's potential weakness. But, if Crowley placed the cub in danger at the crucial moment, the angel would just mourn him and go to prevent the biggest evil.
Neither useful nor fun.
Moral disjunctives are interesting when you don't know the outcome, and that happens when your subject has free will.
Perhaps, the demon could make the wolves fight each other. That Tsume had potential. He'd been quiet, but it was obvious he had a temper. Crowley could whisper to Tsume's ear how much of an alpha male he was, using his most flattering words and silkiest voice, every night for a week. That'd have to do.
Then he realized he was about to temp an animal. That was a new low. Thus, plan B had to be scratched, if only out of principle.
Back to the drawing room, so to speak.
Night fell. The pack found a nice place where to rest, which wasn't a need for Crowley, and neither for Aziraphale.
"Did you resolve anything, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked.
"Sorry, what?"
"Don't be silly, dear. I could practically hear you plotting the whole day."
"Well, if I was indeed plotting something, I wouldn't tell you now, would I?"
"I didn't think so. I was just trying to make conversation."
"It's boring, isn't it? Running all the day and only that, with nothing else to do."
"I wouldn't call it boring..."
"Still, it'd be better if you had at least one book around, wouldn't it?"
"Stop it, Crowley, you're not going to tempt me."
"I have to tempt someone..." the demon mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, dear!" Aziraphale exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"The moon. It looks more beautiful than ever through this eyes. I hadn't notice."
Crowley looked up; the angel was right. The huge, white, shiny rock over them was more than simply beautiful. It was magical, and it didn't mattered that it'd be a while until the moon was full. Suddenly, he felt an urge coming from his guts that made him hide his muzzle below his paws. "Damn!" he whimpered.
"Is there something wrong?" Aziraphale asked, worried.
"I want to howl!"
The next couple of days were more or less the same than the first one, except because there were some new bits of information that made Crowley happy.
Kiba was searching for a certain Flower Maiden. Apparently, she was the real key to open Paradise, and the white wolf was to find her.
That made things easier: Crowley decided on kidnapping the Flower Maiden —whoever she might be— and taking her back to Hell with him. Maybe that was what they wanted, and if it wasn't, at the very least it'd be a whole step forward. And it'd be their fault on the first place for not giving clear orders, anyway.
The fifth day, the pack came upon a truck crashed against a tree. There were no humans around, so they approached to investigate. Maybe there'd be food or something.
The truck wasn't all that big, but it was technologically advanced as Crowley hadn't seen before.
"Those militars..." he thought, proudly, as he stepped into the cabin. "They just can't bring themselves to share their toys, huh?" Once inside, he stared at the broken radio. And stared and stared and stared... "Why don't you talk when I need you?" he whined, punching the buttons with his paw.
"That's a radio," a voice said behind him; it was Toboe. The young wolf walked into the cabin, explaining what a radio was for.
Crowley rolled his eyes, but refrained himself from telling him he knew all about radios. There was something odd, though. "How do you know about this things?"
"Eh..." Toboe made the canine equivalent of blushing. "I... I was raised by humans."
"Really?"
"Yes. By a nice old lady."
"And the call of the wild made you escape."
"No! It wasn't like that!"
Crowley sighed. He had to stop the lad before he started telling him the story of his life, in which he wasn't interested whatsoever. "It doesn't matter," he said. "And I'm sure your old lady is as nice as you said. Now, the important thing is that you're here now, isn't it?"
Tomoe lowered his ears. "I... think."
"Good boy," Crowley said.
"Toboe! Dear! Where are you?" yelled Aziraphale from the other side of the truck.
"Coming!" said Toboe. Before leaving the cabin, he turned to the demon. "And thank you, Crowley."
"Don't mention it."
In that moment, the radio began to talk to Crowley.
YOU HAVE FAILED, CROWLEY.
"What?" he snapped.
YOU. HAVE. FAILED! YOU HAD TO DESTROY THAT WOLF'S CONFIDENCE IN HUMANS. INSTEAD, YOU JUST REINFORCED IT!
"But I thought— What?"
WITHOUT THAT CONFIDENCE, HE WOULD NOT BECOME AN INSPIRATION FOR HIS PEERS TO REACH P— THAT PLACE THEY'RE LOOKING FOR.
"Eh... I still can—"
YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING NOW, CROWLEY. GO BACK TO LONDON, WE'LL DISCUSS YOUR PUNISHMENT THERE.
"But— But— IT WAS YOUR BLOODY FAULT FOR NOT TELLING ME SOONER!"
Silence.
Crowley growled and began to destroy everything he could reach. He ripped the clothes of the seats and took filling out and didn't stop until the cabin was an unrecognizable mess.
"Crowley, dear, what are you doing?" Aziraphale asked.
Panting, the demon looked at Aziraphale, who was standing at the door, front paws resting on what was left of the front seat. Behind the angel, a few meters away, the other wolves were staring at him, as if wondering if he had gotten the rabies.
"I got very bad news," Crowley said.
"Did you? I wonder if they have to do with mine," the angel said.
"Probably. What are they?"
"That my mission was a success and that I can go back now."
"Then you can guess what mine are."
"Oh!" the angel gasped. "I'm really sorry. Well, not really. I'm not sorry for your mission, but for you..."
"Let it go, will you?" Crowley moaned. "At least I'm getting away from the bloody dust."
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