My Sea Angel (DISCONTINUED?)

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Anthony J. Crowley, or just Crowley, prince of the kingdom, Hellsnovia, was sighing sadly.

The ruler of Hellsnovia, Beelzebub was assigning Anthony a queen so they could be wedded and he didnt like it. He didn't want to give his hand in marriage to a complete stranger he probably wont like.
Women werent always to his liking anyways.

No one quite knew this, but hes been liking men a whole lot lately. He didnt know if it was because of how lonely he felt or how he wanted a friend or companion in his life, but oh how he was wrong.

He just stood up and walked around the dark castle. He didnt even know why this specific castle was so dark and gloomy. He didnt mind it since he liked the darkness, but the gloomy feel to it just ruins the whole thing.

"Hello, brother."

Crowley turned around and saw his adoptive brothers, Hastur and Ligur.

He scowled and turned away, walking off until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Dont touch me!" He growled and smacked Hasturs hand away. "What do you two want anyways?!"

Hastur just sighed deeply, already annoyed with Crowleys growling. "Beelzebub sent us to get you. They said dinner is almost ready." The pale figure informed his growling brother.

Crowley just scoffed. "Yeah? Tell them I'm not joining you guys. I'd rather die of starvation than eat with you guys.." he replied and began walking away, leaving his adoptive brothers behind.

He went to his room and kicked his door open, slamming it after walking inside. He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his mahogany red hair, forgetting he was wearing a crown and watching as the accessory fell on the ground.

The prince always found it weird that his hair was naturally mahogany red and Hasturs was naturally white. Ligurs hair was a normal, natural black.

Then he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

"Prince Anth-"

"Call me Crowley.."

"Yes sorry.. uh, Lord Beelzebub wants you to join them at the dining room."

"Tell them I dont wish to eat with them. I'm not hungry after all."

"Erm.. alright then.."

And with that, Crowley heard footsteps getting faint, indicating that the servant was walking away. He sighed and sat on his bed, laying down on it. He didnt care that his crown was laying on the ground next to his dark bed. He didnt care about most things.

His adoptive brothers? No. His adoptive parent? No. His health? No. His future wife? No. The way that he doesnt even care about the throne? No. The way that he doesnt even talk to anyone unless hes forced to? No. The way that he doesnt even smile? No.

He didnt care about most things but the garden. He loved walking in the garden to see the process of the plant. His favorite flowers were Asters and Forget Me Not's. Asters came in many colors, but he specifically loved the blue ones. And he planned on using Forget Me Not's for his future lover, for it symbolizes love as well as Asters.

He then sat up and stood, stretching and yawning. He sighed quietly and grabbed his crown, putting it on because if Beelzebub saw him without it, they would yell at him for not being proper about being in the royalty family.

With that, he walked out and went to the garden. He always cared for the garden more than the gardeners. Which just showed how much the workers or servants really cared for the castle. He didnt care because he didnt need the butlers or maids anyways. He was independent and needed no one in his life.

Or so he thought.

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Aziraphale sighed deeply. He swam along by himself because he was always an outsider.

He was the youngest sibling out of his three siblings, Sandalphon, Michael, and Uriel.

Although he didnt mind being the youngest, his father, or also known as, King Gabriel of the Pure Seas, was always on his fins about marriage.

He didn't really get it since he was the youngest one. Why should his father care about his marriage or not? He refused anything his father tried giving him when he came to marriage.

Wherever he traveled, he was always greeted by the civilians of their kingdom and he just felt even more lost.
He didnt want to be known in royalty. He wanted to be like everyone else. He wanted to blend in with the crowd.

Which is why he always went to his favorite spot.

It was near land and his father always told him to be careful of land creatures. Saying that they're all dangerous and no one should have to face such a threat. Especially him.

His father always told him that he wasnt ready to face anything. He always told himself that he was soft.

He poked his head out slightly and tried to see if there wasnt any earth dweller. Once he found that the coast was clear, he poked his whole head out and breathed in the fresh air of the land.

He smiled softly and sighed calmly. He went out a bit further enough to get his torso out along with his arms of course.

He began humming and looking around. Seeing beautiful land flowers he wished he could have.

Then he saw something out of the ordinary.

It was a dark figure and being filled with fear, he coward off.

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