You're the child of Aziraphale and Crowley. A disgrace to heaven, a dissapointment to hell. Both sides have expressed their disgust towards the hybrid child, but your fathers couldn't care less.

With a bush of fluffy white hair and adorably oversized black wings, you are the best thing they ever could've wished for.

Parenting a child like you is quite unconventional. A lot of quirks come with a celestial kid and there isn't exactly a guide book for it. But they've been figuring it out along the way, and you've turned out well so far. You have the mischievousness of Crowley, combined with the soft heart of Aziraphale.

One of the unusual quirks is obviously your wings. Your dads thought it was only right to teach you how to use them, but.. boy were they wrong.

Now they have a little six year old terror floating around the cottage. Not only are you constantly knocking stuff down, it's impossible for your parents to catch you. Apparently young wings are way faster.

Crowley runs after you, failing to get a grip on you. Aziraphale miracles a big net and chases you as well.