Okay so I've been thinking about Crowley sauntering vaguely downwards and I can't help imagining him doing so with his shades and a pair of black headphones, listening to Queen.
Yes, Queen doesn't exist yet; neither do headphones. That's because Crowley invented them. When the time came, he whispered the lyrics into Freddie's ear; hummed the tunes into his other.
In the meantime, the fallen and the unfallen could distantly hear snippets of a certain angel-demon's voice as he sang his favorite bops while sauntering somewhere vaguely in-between the clouds and the underground.
🎶
Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy...
🎶
I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity...
There's no stopping me...
🎶
I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah 🔥🔥🔥
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm traveling at the speed of light...
🎶
Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call...
🎶
Don't stop me, don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it...
🎶
Don't stop me now...cause I'm
HAVIN' A GOOD TIME, HAVIN' A GOOD TIME!
🎶
meanwhile Az is secretly peering over the edge of a cloud admiring him and not at all realizing that yep, "that idiot singing into an imaginary microphone while he attempts to dance like a cool baddie and saunter down in style" is really going to be the demon he pines over for the next 6000 years
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