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.
Those are the beady eyes of the old Gods, furious and curious, stranded too far away to interfere with human matters, yet watching all the same. They can do nothing with their knowledge, still they look on and watch and judge, from what else are unblinking eyes to do.
When you look up, do so boldly! for no matter how small they claim you are, they have no power to touch you or the worlds you build.
I just had this hyper-realistic dream and like. I don’t even know what to make of this lmao
I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. I’m talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close they’re massive. I’m like wtf and suddenly I realise there’s an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.
before I can ask him if he’s you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.
“this is what the universe really looks like,” he tells me.
“oh,” I say. a pause. “…can you put it back?”
he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.
“what do I do with this information?” I ask, looking at him again.
he turns his head and, smiling, looks me dead in the face. "be careful.“
