You hoped to God this would work, after spending 4 millennia in Hell. You couldn't take it anymore, you've been here too long. You couldn't read or write anymore since no one down here knew how to do that. You only how to speak English, and that was it. You drew a sigil in the dirt, this was some spell a demon had taught you to escape Hell. And you were hoping that the demon didn't trick like another demon did. Once you were done drawing it, you slammed it with your palm, a bright flash of light erupted from the sigil.

It took you out of Hell and into Earth, you fell from the air and onto the floor with a loud crash, you opened your eyes to see yourself in a bookshop, you weren't sure where you were. But as long you were out of Hell, you didn't care. Though, your back hurt like hell, even if you landed on a rug. You sat up as you rubbed your back. But you were soon encountered by someone.

Crowley had heard a crash from where he was sitting in Aziraphale's bookshop. It had been a week since Aziraphale had left him for Heaven, and with that, he was lonely. Well, unless Muriel was there, which they weren't for now. He got up from the chair and rushed to where the crash had happened. He did not expect to see you, it could've been anyone, but it was you.

"Welp, this is new..."

He didn't want to look like he was shocked to see you. But you were definitely shocked to see him, this was a coincidence, it had to be. Maybe you manifested on getting revenge on him a bit too hard that you teleported to where he was.