First Person: [Pain wasn’t something Crowley was fond of. Hell, it was something he was barely aware of, let alone something he ever experienced. Yet, at this very moment, where he stood—or, rather, lay kind of unscrupulously on the ground of some weird train station he HOPED was no-where near the Below—he had the most irritating headache he’d had in some centuries. Maybe some hangover from the fourteen-hundreds was comparable. A little while earlier, he had happened in on a train somewhere near Brighton and found it to be complete abandoned. He hadn’t PLANNED on taking a trip on a train, as his new Bentley was parked just outside, it’s headlights dead, not a drop of fuel in its tank. It just felt odd, when he’d walked up to the platform. No humans, certainly no demons, and not a trace of holy power, he found himself drawn to the thing. He’d damn well say he blacked out the moment he stepped onto the thing, because the next thing he knew, he was in an empty traincar, barrelling down a dark tunnel at a speed that made him, a demon, uncomfortable.
He’d not liked the feel of the thing, and he decided it was time to use a little of his demonic influence to stop it from running. That’s when everything backfired, and he found himself being flung out the very same door he’d walked into, landing on his arse and tumbling elbow over teakettle, and finally into the position he was now. He groaned softly, finally moving to stand. Brushing himself off, his usual well-tailored suit dirtied by the dirt and dust from the floor, he took a moment to take a look around, Pushing ever-present glasses up over eyes that flashed slightly yellow.]
Right. Either I’ve happened into some corner of Below I haven’t been to in my entire life, or, someone from Above is seriously screwing with me right now.
[He grinned, the corners of his lips curling in a slightly snakelike expression. He put a thumb and a forefinger to his lips, letting out something of a piercing whistle. Moving about the train station of search of someone—anyone.]
Employees? Conductor! Grease monkey, is anybody here? So long as I seem to be on holiday from Earth, I could go for a good glass of wine and something good to eat.
Hey!
[He yells again. Expecting someone to answer.]
Third Person: Yellow, piercing eyes gaze out from the leaves of a particularly beautiful, fruit-laden tree. The eyes of what would later be considered a demon, but, right now with the world so fresh and new, he could hardly be considered such. He was just a number, in this great new game called life that had taken seven days to create. Or that’s what the book says, at least. No-one really knows for sure, after all. But the guess was that it was somewhere around 4004 BC. Nevertheless, these amber demon’s eyes sat on the face of a rather dark-scaled, streamlined creature that had recently been named a snake. And he was sitting on the branch of this aforementioned beautiful tree. It had been deemed the Tree of Knowledge or some such rubbish by the big bossman upstairs. The snake had, many hours before, heard the ‘big boss’ tell his new little toys, the first man and woman on earth, to never touch the fruit of the tree.
Disappointing, really. In the snake’s most honest opinions, the tree was the most attractive out of them all, and the fruit smelled the best. Not that he’d ever eat it or anything foolish like that. But what made him think about it the most, was the fact that the human woman, or, Eve, as she had been named, had been hanging about underneath the thing for quite a long time now. Large eyes examining the forbidden fruit with a longing, almost curious look. She knew she was disallowed to touch anything on it. But what was the harm in looking? The snake thought it was foolish. It was just fruit. And it was just one tree. What could really be the harm in having a meal from its branches? The snake decided to share this opinion with the woman. Despite the fact that he knew it would likely be something of a bad idea.
“Hey, you.” He spoke, a sort of cheeky look on reptilian features. “Yess, you. Did... God say ‘You must never eat the fruit of any tree in the garden'?” he queried, looking her up and down with an almost crafty air about him. She responded; telling him that they were allowed any fruit, save for from this tree, lest they would die. The snake let out something of a laugh in response. "You certainly won't die!” he scoffed, flicking a forked tongue out from between his teeth. “God knows that when you eat it your eyes will be opened. You'll be like God, knowing good and evil." If a snake could shrug, surely he would have. He watched with careful eyes as she seemed to agree with this, long, thin fingers reaching to pluck one of the forbidden fruit from near his tail. A crafty smile moved up his face. Perhaps tempting humans, even the first humans on Earth, was far simpler than he had imagined.
[CANON] AJ Crowley || Good Omens || Reserved || 2 of 2
[Pain wasn’t something Crowley was fond of. Hell, it was something he was barely aware of, let alone something he ever experienced. Yet, at this very moment, where he stood—or, rather, lay kind of unscrupulously on the ground of some weird train station he HOPED was no-where near the Below—he had the most irritating headache he’d had in some centuries. Maybe some hangover from the fourteen-hundreds was comparable. A little while earlier, he had happened in on a train somewhere near Brighton and found it to be complete abandoned. He hadn’t PLANNED on taking a trip on a train, as his new Bentley was parked just outside, it’s headlights dead, not a drop of fuel in its tank. It just felt odd, when he’d walked up to the platform. No humans, certainly no demons, and not a trace of holy power, he found himself drawn to the thing. He’d damn well say he blacked out the moment he stepped onto the thing, because the next thing he knew, he was in an empty traincar, barrelling down a dark tunnel at a speed that made him, a demon, uncomfortable.
He’d not liked the feel of the thing, and he decided it was time to use a little of his demonic influence to stop it from running. That’s when everything backfired, and he found himself being flung out the very same door he’d walked into, landing on his arse and tumbling elbow over teakettle, and finally into the position he was now. He groaned softly, finally moving to stand. Brushing himself off, his usual well-tailored suit dirtied by the dirt and dust from the floor, he took a moment to take a look around, Pushing ever-present glasses up over eyes that flashed slightly yellow.]
Right. Either I’ve happened into some corner of Below I haven’t been to in my entire life, or, someone from Above is seriously screwing with me right now.
[He grinned, the corners of his lips curling in a slightly snakelike expression. He put a thumb and a forefinger to his lips, letting out something of a piercing whistle. Moving about the train station of search of someone—anyone.]
Employees? Conductor! Grease monkey, is anybody here? So long as I seem to be on holiday from Earth, I could go for a good glass of wine and something good to eat.
Hey!
[He yells again. Expecting someone to answer.]
Third Person:
Yellow, piercing eyes gaze out from the leaves of a particularly beautiful, fruit-laden tree. The eyes of what would later be considered a demon, but, right now with the world so fresh and new, he could hardly be considered such. He was just a number, in this great new game called life that had taken seven days to create. Or that’s what the book says, at least. No-one really knows for sure, after all. But the guess was that it was somewhere around 4004 BC. Nevertheless, these amber demon’s eyes sat on the face of a rather dark-scaled, streamlined creature that had recently been named a snake. And he was sitting on the branch of this aforementioned beautiful tree. It had been deemed the Tree of Knowledge or some such rubbish by the big bossman upstairs. The snake had, many hours before, heard the ‘big boss’ tell his new little toys, the first man and woman on earth, to never touch the fruit of the tree.
Disappointing, really. In the snake’s most honest opinions, the tree was the most attractive out of them all, and the fruit smelled the best. Not that he’d ever eat it or anything foolish like that. But what made him think about it the most, was the fact that the human woman, or, Eve, as she had been named, had been hanging about underneath the thing for quite a long time now. Large eyes examining the forbidden fruit with a longing, almost curious look. She knew she was disallowed to touch anything on it. But what was the harm in looking? The snake thought it was foolish. It was just fruit. And it was just one tree. What could really be the harm in having a meal from its branches?
The snake decided to share this opinion with the woman. Despite the fact that he knew it would likely be something of a bad idea.
“Hey, you.” He spoke, a sort of cheeky look on reptilian features. “Yess, you. Did... God say ‘You must never eat the fruit of any tree in the garden'?” he queried, looking her up and down with an almost crafty air about him. She responded; telling him that they were allowed any fruit, save for from this tree, lest they would die. The snake let out something of a laugh in response. "You certainly won't die!” he scoffed, flicking a forked tongue out from between his teeth. “God knows that when you eat it your eyes will be opened. You'll be like God, knowing good and evil." If a snake could shrug, surely he would have. He watched with careful eyes as she seemed to agree with this, long, thin fingers reaching to pluck one of the forbidden fruit from near his tail. A crafty smile moved up his face. Perhaps tempting humans, even the first humans on Earth, was far simpler than he had imagined.