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At the edge of the expansive glass gallery now shattered as heaven, hell and earth combine, they stand, clutching at each other, gazing into the others eyes. They kiss, one final time, before quietly whispering words of love and adoration. One last look, understanding in their shared gaze, and Aziraphale takes the first nudge, wrapping himself in Crowley, as Crowley does in vice versa. Together they lean over and descend into the terminal stage of the second coming, unknowing of what shall await them below but feeling clarity in the unanimous recognition of utter and complete forgiveness.
