The year is 1888. Kohl H. Crowley, daughter of Angel of the Eastern Gate, Aziraphale, and Demon of the First Sin, Crowley, has to make a difficult choice between what she knows is right, and what she knows is wrong. She has to choose between the ine...
February thirteenth 1889. I sat opposite Alexander on a small, circular table. "You've really outdone yourself now, haven't you?" I drank my coffee. "But angel, it'll be fun, please reconsider," "It only seems ludicrous to go to the theatre on a Saint's day." He looked at me with a slight confusion. He took a sip of coffee before he asked, "Is that your only opposition?" "Well, then there's also the fact you refuse to tell me what it is exactly that we are viewing," "A magic show. I know they are usually viewed by children or presented at understaffed military morale events but-" "No I get it, and I'll absolutely go with you." Alex sighed from relief, "That's great, I thought you would deem it too strange or childish," "I've somehow survived the year with you, if you think I'll start being critical now, then you clearly the have the wrong idea." He smiled, "That's great, then." The following day, I took my most presently-fashionable dress and brushed my hair to look alright for the evening outing. When Alex came around to collect me, I wasn't already waiting at the door, I was upstairs in the kitchen talking to pa. "Was that a knock at the door? Aren't we closed? I thought turned the sign," "I have an outing tonight, you didn't forget the sign," "With the boy you've been seeing this year? Alexander was his name?" "Yes," "Oh goodness, do I finally get to light the courting candle?" He seemed quite excited by the concept. "The what now?" He asked me to wait for just a moment, and returned to me with a very strangely shaped candle.
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(A/N: fun fact, the amish still use these today) "What on earth is that?" "It's a courting candle! I've been waiting to light it for nearly seventy years, you just haven't been keen on courting," "And what makes you think I'm keen on it now?" "Firstly, the boy at my doorstep, secondly, you can't spend all of eternity by yourself," "Why not?" "Believe it or not, you'll get lonely. I don't want you to be lonely," "Alright then, light your candle, I'll be on my way." I went down to meet Alex just outside of the bookshop. "Sorry it took a while, my father kept me behind for a short lecture on something unimportant," "That's alright, angel, are you ready to go?" "Yup," "Then let's go," "Alexander, it is seven in the evening on a February night, I would rather like to avoiding running my way to a show," "So, cab?" "That sounds better." Once we got to the show, we took our seats and patiently waited for everything to settle. It was meant to have been a performance of 'the bullet catch', a trick where a marksman fires a gun at the magician, and the magician feigns catching the bullet between his teeth. Unfortunately it was deemed, too riskful, so it wasn't part of the performance. It was still a great show. Especially since it didn't contain gore. We got home alright, just three hours later. That night, as I did ever so often, I made an attempt to speak to Her. It was not a very frequent action, but it was one made on a certain basis. I wanted to ask Her why I exist. After all, everything is part of the 'ineffable plan', and it was the one, the sole element I did not understand. I felt very out of place, as the whole of the Bible and the plan, were all about the war between heaven and the inferno, between good and and evil. It was all I ever heard as a child, to trust that the passing of time was necessary, as it all led towards armmageddon. I was raised primarily by my pa, and he, for a very long time, very strongly believed that it was perfectly necessary. Everyone knows, at armmageddon, there are no more humans. They all die, and go to their respective places, as do the angels and demons of earth. But what was I going to do? Pa made me swear when I was too little to even understand the whole thing that I would meet him in heaven, but I had always been skeptical. They would see me as too demonic. Too flawed. Toohuman? Perhaps I would have to join Mum in the abyss. It was a conflicting thought. Of course, my mother was a very high-favoured Demon, and it wouldn't exactly be the end of everything. On a completely different note, maybe that was just it. Maybe I was just a Demon after all. It didn't matter who I was, or what I did, or what made me, it just mattered one of two had questioned the ineffable plan at the very beginning. A
