'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 1

Sunday, October 21, 4004 B.C. at 9:13 a.m

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where time and space intermingled in a dance of creation, there stood an angel unlike any other. Its luminous form radiated with a brilliance that rivaled the newborn stars, and its wings, great and mighty, adorned with iridescent feathers, spanned galaxies in a breathtaking display of divine artistry.

This celestial being was known as Y/n, Guardian of Souls. Y/n had been entrusted with a sacred duty by the Creator itself-to help with the birth of the universe, to observe the moment when chaos gave way to order, and to revel in the sheer magnificence of the cosmos unfurling before her eyes.

As Y/n hovered in the heart of this cosmic genesis, her presence caused ripples of ethereal light to cascade through the nebulous clouds of stardust. The angel's serene countenance reflected the awe and wonder that permeated her celestial being. Her eyes, shimmering with ancient wisdom and boundless love, were fixed upon the epicenter of creation-a swirling, celestial cauldron of fiery gases and cosmic matter.

In this moment of cosmic birth, stars ignited like celestial fireworks, their fiery hearts bursting forth in radiant splendor. Nebulas unfurled their delicate tendrils, painting the canvas of the universe with hues of ethereal beauty. Black holes, like cosmic gatekeepers, seemed to devour and birth galaxies in a never-ending cycle of creation and destruction.

In this moment, Y/n understood the profound responsibility that came with being a guardian of creation. She had been granted the privilege of witnessing the birth and evolution of entire galaxies, nurturing the spark of life, and ensuring the harmonious flow of cosmic energies. She felt a deep connection to the universe she had helped bring into being, as if every star, planet, and life form were an extension of her own essence.

Y/n stretched her wings wide, their feathers casting prismatic reflections that danced through the newly formed galaxies. She could feel the vibrations of her creation coursing through her celestial form, a symphony of cosmic energies singing the song of existence. With each breath, the angel inhaled the fragrance of nascent worlds and exhaled the warmth of divine love, infusing the universe with purpose and meaning.

As the eons passed in the blink of an eye, Y/n watched the evolution of galaxies, the birth of planets, and the emergence of life. She marveled at the delicate balance that allowed stars to shine and worlds to flourish, all guided by the hand of a benevolent Creator. The angel knew that it was a witness to a miracle, a miracle that she had helped create-an unfolding miracle that spanned the reaches of time and space.

With a heart filled with gratitude and reverence, Y/n continued her vigil over the universe. She knew that its existence was a testament to the Creator's love and wisdom, a living embodiment of the eternal connection between the divine and the cosmos. And as she gazed out over the ever-expanding expanse of the universe, Y/n's luminous eyes sparkled with the knowledge that she would forever be the guardian of creation, and the messenger of the eternal beauty that lay within the heart of the cosmos.

As she continued to watch over the universe, Y/n's heart swelled with a profound sense of love and reverence for the beauty and complexity of creation. In that celestial solitude, she was not alone; she was joined by the divine presence of God, who stood beside her, admiring their handiwork with a smile that radiated boundless love and pride.

Together, Y/n and God looked out over the vast expanse of the universe, where galaxies spun, stars twinkled, and life flourished. They were creators, nurturers, and guardians of this magnificent cosmic masterpiece, forever intertwined with the fabric of existence, bound by a love that transcended time and space.