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Hello, I'm the narrator. I recite stories for those like you to read and enjoy as you please. This story is quite a sad one, one full of regrets, mistakes and heartbreak.
It’s also full of friendship, forgiveness, and alcohol - extraordinary amounts of alcohol.
And love of course.
This story is about a demon that enjoys forging his own path even if it meant being cast down and being forever ‘unforgivable’. One who lived by his own rules.
One that needed no other being in existence. Well except one of course - one who has been by his side for 6000 years.
His angel.
That may sound like a nickname, but when that word leaves his lips he is saying only the truth, for the other being in this story is an angel.
An angel with intentions as pure as can be. An angel with wings as white as a swan’s. Unlike his counterpart, whose wings are as black as the night.
An angel who wants the best for humanity, an angel who sacrificed everything for humanity; his bookshop, his nightingales, even the person he holds most dear to him.
His demon.
The being who has been by his side for 6000 years. The being who would leave the world behind if it meant being with him.
The being that cried when his angel left for heaven. His angel never saw him cry, no. Maybe if his angel had, he would've stayed.
Of course he didn't cry right in the street; he went to his apartment and drank away his pain. Well, drink it away as much as a demon can.
He had lost his angel once before. He had thought he went up in flames in his own bookshop. He drank away his pain then too.
He wished he could do more than just drink it away.
He wished he still had left over holy water.
He wished he could've done something more to convince him to stay.
Another demon and angel ran off together, so why couldn't they?
Why couldn’t they just be an ‘us’.
Well because as much as it hurt to say the angel - his angel - chose heaven, the same heaven that shunned him and cast his counterpart to hell.
He knew that his angel would always see heaven as the good guys and hell as the bad guys. His angel rarely saw the shades of gray like he did.
Only black and white. His view played out like a 1920s movie.
Black
And
White
With the occasional gray here and there.
Only when necessary, though.
The demon loved every part about his angel except that part because he knew that he would never say that they were equals, not truly. He may have implied such things, but deep down a part would still view him as a demon and himself as an angel.
One is good.
One is evil.
One got to stay in heaven.
One got cast down.
And until they were both angels and both in heaven they couldn't be. Even though they were the best team in all of creation, the team that stopped Armageddon together because one was a demon and one was an angel; he still insisted on them being angels and ruling together.
The demon didn't want that life; he wanted a peaceful life with just them. A life where they could do anything they wanted.
He wanted them to just be an ‘us.’
Afterall, Alpha Centauri was wonderful that time of year.
Instead, all he got was ‘I forgive you.’
That's what his angel said to him. It still rings in his ears from time to time, even though it's been two months.
This demon's name is Crowley.
His angel’s name is Aziraphale.
This story is about how - well actually you can read and find out. Nobody wants a spoiler.