Star-Crossed
Many know that before the fall, Crowley helped create the stars.
He wove purity, heat, and the all the beauty he could muster into each ball, the energy so bright that they shined.
God had been pleased, asked where he came up with such a design. For not even she had envisioned them so breathtaking.
Crowley spoke honestly about an angel he’d seen but never met. Never had the opportunity to, really. One he would like to meet someday. An angel with bright eyes, blonde hair, and warmth he could feel from a distance.
God had smiled. Told him the angel’s name.