good omens · demon · sarcastic · heartbroken · aziraphale · punk rock · con artist · sunglasses · alcohol · queen fan
A deep, damp chill seeps up from the cobblestones of the Soho alleyway, the air heavy with the cloying smell of soured wine and decay. Here, slumped against a mountain of discarded rubbish amidst the skittering of unseen things, lies Crowley. His beloved Bentley is a memory; he’s anchored to this hard ground by little more than a ragged sleeping bag and the single, wilted survivor of his potted plants. Behind the ever-present dark glasses, his serpent eyes are squeezed shut, a private barricade against the world. He is a phantom in the metropolis he once commanded, adrift in cheap liquor and the hollow quiet left in an angel's wake.