Helena: For the record, everyone here should go read Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens as soon as possible. Brilliant British humor, back-to-front knowledge of the Book of Revelations, and amazing characterization are only the first few reasons. But you do not need to read any Crowley/Aziraphale fanfiction, as I am going to summarize… Continue reading Helena’s Reviews: Good Omens Fanfiction
Back in Integra’s office: Integra: There was nobody in the used bookstore except for the owner. He was the one we were looking for… Pip: What was he, then? Seras: A monster? A vampire? Integra: No… …a pudgy little man in tartan. Aziraphale: Can I help you find something?
Integra (thinking): Your assessment, Alucard? Alucard (telepathy): Not human, but no threat. I can take him. Integra: Yes, Mr. Fell, there is something you can do for us. We’re here for the Ripley Scroll. Aziraphale: Oh, my.
Aziraphale: You’re another of those agents from the library, then? I’m afraid you can’t have the scroll. In fact, it’s probably best if you just forget all about this… Alucard: Releasing control art restriction system to level three. You do not touch my Master.
Aziraphale: This really isn’t necessary… Integra: You won’t be hurt. Just give us the location of the scroll. Crowley: I don’t think ssso. Integra: Eep!
Integra (narrating): So there I was, held hostage by the shop owner’s friend… Aziraphale: Ah, Crowley! Crowley: We seem to have reached an impasse. Alucard: Put her down. Crowley: You firssst. And don’t try any tricks. Narration: And did I mention he was a demon? Crowley: You may be a vampire, but I’m meaner than… Continue reading Good Books 16/33
[SHRIEK] Aziraphale: Crowley! What did she do? Crowley: Da–bles–Jes–Ada– [SIZZLE] Holy spit!
There’s a nice big uncompressed version of that splash panel. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Aziraphale: Look, I am sorry about this — it’s going to hurt you, I know– Alucard: What–? Aziraphale: –but I have to help my friend.
[whoosh] Aziraphale: There there. It’s a small burn. You’ll be fine. Integra: Alucard! Who is he? What is he? Aziraphale: I say! You’re a very rude girl! This is my shop. Who are you?
Integra: I — I’m Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing. We’re on a mission from God. Aziraphale: Oh, I rather doubt that. I would have heard about it. Crowley: Yeah, like Upstairs is so good at communicating with you. Aziraphale: Do shut up, dear. Donnie: Excuse me! You haven’t started without me, have you?