[ The blue-haired demon was shaking but Crowley's hold on her hand was still there, Hastur was now dead and the Bentley was literally on fire. ]

The black Bentley, covered in flames, made its way through what seemed to be Tadfield. Crowley stopped next to an old man that was walking his dog and as he asked for directions on how to get to the Tadfield Airbase and as the old man was paying more attention to the car that was surrounded with flames than to Crowley, Abaddon noticed how the red-haired demon hadn't let go of her hand the whole way. Maybe it was that it frightened him that as soon as he did she would disappear, no longer be by his side. Maybe it was the fear that if he did the blue-haired demon would die in the same horrible manner as Hastur did. Whatever it was it didn't look like he would be letting go anytime soon while still in his car.

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17 minutes to the end of the world

The forest seemed interminable; it just went on and on for miles, didn't matter that Crowley was speeding and probably breaking all the velocity laws imposed by humans.

After a while, they made their way out of it. Shrinking her eyes to see through the fire of the car, Abaddon could see what she assumed was that airbase they had talked about earlier, supposedly where Armageddon was going to happen.

As they were getting closer to the gate, she got to see three people; an old lady with bright red hair and eccentric clothing, an old man who seemed to be accompanying the old lady angrily pointing his index finger towards the other person there, an unknowing guard.

When the car stopped near them, Abaddon could sense that not all of the human-looking people there were actually humans, some kind of divine energy making its way out of the old lady's body.

The moment she felt Crowley's hand leaving hers she knew it was time to get out of the car;  "You wouldn't get that kind of performance from a modern car." Crowley stated as he strutted towards the group of people.

"Crowley?" the question came out of the lady's mouth in a deep voice.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley was definitely still riding the adrenaline high that driving through the wall made of hellfire gave him, "I see you found a ride. Nice dress, suits you."

"Now, this young man won't let us in." Aziraphale explained the situation.

The red-haired demon walked towards the guard, "Leave it to me."

"No," Abaddon cut him off, pressing her palm into his chest, stepping forward, and pushing him slightly back. She looked at the other demon there, "I'll do it."

She dropped her hand from his chest and turned to the guard with a fake smile plastered on her face, the same smile that she had used many times to get what she wanted, "Hi," her smile this not waver as she spoke in a serious tone, "listen, we're in a bit of a hurry so if you would kindly let us in-."

She was interrupted by the sound of the gate opening. "Which one of you did that?" the guard asked them and he too was interrupted by some bike bells, "Okay, those kids are in big trouble." the guard turned towards the kids that were entering the place on their bikes and then back to the entities, "And so are you, people. Don't move!"

As the guard ran behind them and pushed a button that activated a loud alarm to alert the rest of the military personnel in the airbase of the intruders, Abaddon stepped forward with the intention of entering the place too but a loud explosion made her instinctively cover herself with her arms only to regain her composure a few seconds later.

She looked in the direction of the sound, a black cloud of smoke coming out of the burning car that was now torn to pieces. The female demon rapidly turned her head towards Crowley, a defeated expression on his face as he forgot everything they were there for, and walked towards the vehicle, dropping to his knees only a few feet away from it.

"Ninety years and not a scratch, now look at you." he spoke to himself like he was speaking to the Bentley. Aziraphale and Abaddon looked at each other and they both walked to his sides.

The guard had apparently come back, probably alerted by the sound of the explosion, and was pointing at them with his gun; as the angel noticed he started to as the demon on his knees for help, "Do something!"

"I'm having a moment here." Crowley's voice broke as he spoke and Abaddon put one of her hands on his shoulder, his gaze shifting quickly between the car, the hand on his shoulder, Abaddon's face, and back to the car.

Aziraphale kept insisting on doing something, "Crowley! I'm supposed to be the nice one. You can't expect me to do the dirty work."

"Enough, Aziraphale," Abaddon caught the angel's attention cutting him off, making him grunt and leave to fix everything, leaving the two demons looking at the car.

"I'm going to count to three, then I'm going to use my finger." the old man threatened the guard, who responded with a warning to all of them.

As Aziraphale took care of the situation, vanishing the guard into thin air. Crowley picked up a piece of the car and kissed it while saying his last words to it, "Rest in peace. You were a good car."

Abaddon bent down to get to Crowley's level and picked up one of his hands, the other one still on his shoulder, "We need to go now, we haven't got much time." her serious tone remained but there was a hint of softness in it as she lightly squeezed his shoulder and helped him get up.