The Angel's Curse
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"𝘖𝘩, 𝘔𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥?"
In a certain little bookshop nestled on a street in Soho, something is amiss with a certain ethereal sushi-lover. Being served to our favorite hip-swishing smooth-talking mess of a demon is an appetizer of catty demoness with a passion for chaos, an entrée featuring a Hellishly evil plan to clip the wings of all the angels, and a cold dish of apparent betrayal with whipped cream and a cherry on top for dessert. Better get a good bottle of chardonnay, Crowley, you're gonna need it for this one.
*Good Omens and all associated characters featured in this work are owned by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. **Song credit to Mr Ozzy Osbourne, "Mr Crowley" ***Artwork depicted on cover was designed by myself, and not stolen from the internet
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