Good omens 16

(An ordinary day in heaven, every angel was busy with their duties, including Aziraphale... when suddenly he felt a strange burning sensation in his wings... Having warned his colleagues that he needed to step away for a while, he went to his chambers... Approaching the mirror, he noticed that the feather had turned black...) Aziraphale:... Oh my god... (He muttered in shock... At this time, Crowley, being in his room filled with plants and snakes of different types, sizes and colors, suddenly felt a strange burning sensation in his wings... Getting up from his chair, he went to the mirror and froze... Several feathers turned white, and a few more had gold and space inside, and their edges glowed light blue) Crowley: Fuck... (He muttered in shock... That same evening, Crowley and Aziraphale met in the park... Both were alarmed by the changes...) Aziraphale and Crowley at the same time: You have no idea what just happened! Crowley: Wait, is that the same thing with you? Aziraphale: Yeah, my feathers are turning black! Am I a demon now?! (He clutches his head in panic.)