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A Village near London 1256
Sometimes, diary, I am confused beyond measure by our dear Crowley.
Today I was tasked with visiting a lepper colony, charged with determining whether the proprietor was truly worthy of being given trials and tribulations that would lead to sainthood
I was introduced to the gentleman in question and spent a pleasant afternoon in his company.
We toured the hospital grounds. I passed through a stone arch leading from the herb garden to the river bank. There, beside a great weeping willow sat Crowley! Sun rays were shining down to highlight his long hair and warm his face. Before him sat several children!
I stood perfectly still for a moment, quite shocked indeed! I asked who the gentleman was and imagine my surprise when the proprietor told me that “Sir Anthony” was a patron of the hospital!
I was informed that this knight brought food and money each month, under strict condition that the money be spent on the up keep of the children!
He went on to tell me their youngest patients are almost always abandoned here the instant their leprosy is diagnosed, and that their families never visited them.
He told me that whenever Crowley visited he spent at least an hour playing with the children or reading stories. But whenever asked why he did this he never gives a proper explanation!
It struck me dumbfounded when the gentleman told me he assumed Crowley did it because he must have been a child of abandonment and thus knew how it felt!
I chose not to disturb him, instead continuing the tour. I was rather shocked indeed! The diligent care given by this man was only possible due to the demon Crowley!
Later in the day Crowley sought me out. His face was thunderous, almost livid. He grabbed my shoulder and told me bluntly this was being covered by a local mission from hell, and that if heaven ever heard about this than our agreement was over, and that heaven in turn would hear of our fraternising! Before I had a chance to speak he was gone.
How confused I am! To be sent to check on saintly behaviours, only to discover it only possible thanks to the patronage of a demon! I had the heart to tell heaven what I had found, in the hope of it resulting in restoring Crowley to the fold, but I dare not risk being found fraternising!
What a perplexity! What could posess a demon to take such interest in mortal children?
I sit here and as I write my mind’s eye wonders to the view of the river bank. To sun shining on to fiery red hair, to a fine black doublet and tight hose. To a cheerful, charming face. I wonder how a demon could be made to look so...
Heavenly!