Til The End of Time
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Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Jul 22, 2023
Once an angel falls, they are stripped of emotions. They become heartless monsters of hell. They become unlovable by nature. It comes with the package of being a demon. At least, that's what's to be believed. When a demon meets an angel at the garden of Eden, the demon feels something he hasn't felt since he fell. He knew he couldn't say anything though. It would ruin their friendship and start a war. But after 6,000 years of idly standing by, waiting as long as he can, he finally decides it's time to tell the angel. 


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All characters from this story belong to Neil Gaimen and Terry Pratchett
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He knew he was a vile creature. He was depraved by nature, doomed to serve the purpose of lust and sin. No, Crowley certainly wasn't a stranger to those feelings. Hunger, desire, want. He had been designed to inflame them. This body he'd been given, temptation incarnate. Yet, he'd only ever experienced them himself for one other being, one single creature, the one and only he could never have. He was no stranger to longing, either. He'd been pining for so long he could have filled a whole damn forest! Millennia of waiting, wanting, loving from afar. He had exhibited a quite extraordinary amount of restraint over the years if Crowley could say so himself. Maybe it had been too much. Maybe something had to snap inside of him at some point, maybe- Excuses. Nothing but poor, pathetic attempts to justify his own weakness when it had been more crucial than ever to stay strong. It didn't matter that he'd wanted this for thousands of years. It didn't matter that he'd fought against this urge for centuries. It didn't matter that it had been on the verge of overpowering him countless times before. He hadn't let it. He'd never let it. Until now. WARNINGS: Implied Rape/Non-Con (not actually but perceived as such for some time), PTSD, Self-esteem issues