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The harsh, bright sun shone of off the remaining debris, asteroids from the once-planet drifting off in different directions, some pulled in by the gravity of the sun, others pulled in by none other than Mars itself. Ash floated, and danced around the small piece of space rock he was currently sitting on, making him feel slightly empty, and depressed. Other than the occasional flinch, caused by the heat of the sun, and the ash.
He wondered what had happened in the last days– if the Humans knew anything of what was coming until it finally happened. Crowley had, in fact, escaped through the chaos and left to a small space-rock to sit on until the planet eventually caved in on itself, and exploded. He could not shake the feeling of seeing the Earth he once knew, and loved, be destroyed, without any help. No-one even lifted a finger. No-one even questioned the plans. Not even him .
He shook off the thought.
Crowley kept still, staring listlessly at the now charred, and crumbled planet.
Eventually, the other planets would float forwards, taking Earth’s place. Maybe even new life could form on them. But that would take more time than Crowley had to offer. White stars glimmered off in the distance, being even more visible now, than from the view of the once-stood Earth. He hopped– he prayed , if he could muster the word– that someone would come and make it better, that it was just a ‘dream’ he was having.
But no. There was no dream, and there was definitely no-one who would give a damn. He supposed, in the end, he had some memories he could go off of . . . even if those memories were tainted, filled with worry, and pain. He felt cold. Physically, and metaphorically. The physical, of course, being the merciless vacuum of space. And the metaphorical? He could not tell. Though that was partly due to the fact that it was how he had felt ever since he came to terms with it. Ever since he realized that the Angel would never come back. Maybe he died, maybe he tried to come back but ended up dead– Maybe he never cared. Something deep down in him thought. Crowley did not want that to be true, but he felt that if he convinced himself for long enough, then he could hide away the even worse truth.
He sighed.
He supposed Alpha Centauri would be a nice place to visit. Or some other place, if a certain former Duke of Hell and an even more former Supreme Archangel did, in fact take his words to heart. Or he could go to sleep and never wake up. That felt a bit better than endlessly roaming.
The sun beat down on him, even though there was no oxygen to do so. Soon he’d have to go, but for now, he supposed, he could stay longer. The debris around him was slightly beautiful, in every sense of the term. The cracked magma-like asteroids and rocks had slowly cooled, turning into dark-gray crumbling stones that could barely even take their own density, while the sun glowered at the matte-gray.
For now, he could rethink his past decisions. To rethink of everything that ever was . . . And everything that ever could have been.