For A Thousand Years Part 5
Crowley had been certain that his years with Astraia would be the last years he'd get to spend with his angel. There was no chance that he would run into him again. Even if the angel was reincarnated ad infinitum, the chances of running into that reincarnation were slim to none. There were simply too many people in the world and more were being added every day.
The years went by and he was content to just go about being a demon. He'd gotten three chances to be with the one that he loved. Three beautiful chances with roughly four hundred years between them. It wasn't an eternity but it was as close as he was sure to get. And then it happened again. It had been five hundred years since the death of his lovely wife. Five hundred years of moving around and causing the trouble he was meant to cause.
Crowley had gone to Thebes. There was a lot of political unrest in Egypt and it was easy to do some tempting and get some people headed to Hell. Especially in the polytheistic nation that was Egypt. Thebes was a grand city for the time and it was easy to get lost amongst the crowds. It was also easy to tempt people. Crowley was all for making his job easier.
He was in the middle of yet another market when he got this feeling deep in his gut. There was something telling him that he absolutely needed to look up and to the left right that moment. Crowley never argued with his instinct. When he looked up and to the left, he saw her. There was that familiar glow again. The beautiful blond hair and deep blue eyes. His angel had returned to him yet again. She was a woman again, and looked as if she were a slave this time. He slowly made his way over to where the woman was standing.
Crowley wanted to damage the woman's owner. To any casual observer she would look to be much older than the twenty five years that she'd actually lived. It was obvious that she'd been mistreated by her master and it was taking everything Crowley had to keep from beating the man to death in the middle of the market. He walked around the slave as if sizing her up.
"Excuse me! That's my slave." The man said as he got closer to her. Crowley could see some bruises around the collar that the young woman wore.
"What is your name, young lady?" Crowley asked gently.
"Her name doesn't matter..." The man started. Crowley glared at the man and made a motion for him to shut up before looking at the girl again.
"Your name?" He asked again, just as gently as before. The girl refused to meet his gaze.
"I do not remember the name my parents gave me, but this one calls me Lapis. For my eyes." She said softly. Blue eyes were a rarity in this part of the world, after all. Crowley nodded and then looked at the man.
"Name your price." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"She is not for sale." The man said.
"You can either sell her to me, or you can die in the street. Take your pick." Crowley glared at the man again. If looks could kill, he'd have been dead on the spot.
"I am not afraid of you." The man said as he drew his sword.
"You very well should be." Crowley replied. His eyes glowed a deep red for a brief moment before he took out his purse. The man dropped his sword immediately. He muttered something that sounded like devil and then ran away screaming. The young woman still wouldn't look at him.
"Thank you." She said softly. Crowley used a gently finger to lift her chin so he could look her in the eye.
"I am going to take you home with me now, okay?" He asked. She wasn't used to being asked permission so she simply nodded.
Crowley's house was very nice compared to the man that had originally owned her. He took her into his home and treated her better than anyone had her entire life. Crowley removed the collar and the wrist cuffs that her previous owner had given her. She was allowed to bathe and was even given new, clean clothes that were very fine and looked far too expensive for a slave to wear.
"What are you doing?" Crowley asked as he watched her go into the kitchen and start cleaning up.
"Is this not my duty?" She asked, looking at him. Crowley shook his head, going over to take her hands in his.
"You are not here to cook and clean for me." He smiled.
"I am afraid I am not skilled in much else...." She started with a bit of a blush, refusing to meet his gaze once again. Crowley closed his eyes for a moment and then opened then, squeezing her hands gently.
"You've misunderstood my intentions. You're not here to serve me. You're here as my guest." He moved a bit of hair behind her ear. She was even more lovely now that she was cleaned up.
"I don't understand...." She finally looked him in the eye.
"You are no longer a slave. You're free. If you wish to leave, you may, and I will make sure you can provide for yourself if you must but I would ask you to please stay with me. At least for a little while." Crowley smiled.
"I would like that very much." She nodded. "May I choose a new name?"
"If that's what you wish. But might I make a suggestion?" Crowley still held one of her hands.
"Of course. I've never chosen my own name so any suggestion will help a great deal." She smiled sweetly at him. Crowley's heart skipped a beat. She really was beautiful.
"Perhaps the name Arrella." Crowley kept his eyes on hers as he said it.
"It is very beautiful." She nodded. It was a name that she would most definitely consider. This was when Crowley took his chance.
"It means.....angel." He said softly. The young woman just stared at him for a long moment. It was almost as if her brain was rewiring itself. After what felt like a lifetime had passed, she grinned and then put her hands on Crowley's cheeks. She pulled him into a tender kiss.
"My love. I knew you'd find me again." She grinned up at him. "How long as it been this time?"
"A little over five hundred years." Crowley answered, wrapping his arms around her. He sighed happily when she rested her head against his chest.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." She said with a sigh.
"I'd wait an eternity for you if I had to, my love." Crowley answered. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and just held on tight, happy to have her back. Even if it was for only fifty or so more years.
The years went by and he was content to just go about being a demon. He'd gotten three chances to be with the one that he loved. Three beautiful chances with roughly four hundred years between them. It wasn't an eternity but it was as close as he was sure to get. And then it happened again. It had been five hundred years since the death of his lovely wife. Five hundred years of moving around and causing the trouble he was meant to cause.
Crowley had gone to Thebes. There was a lot of political unrest in Egypt and it was easy to do some tempting and get some people headed to Hell. Especially in the polytheistic nation that was Egypt. Thebes was a grand city for the time and it was easy to get lost amongst the crowds. It was also easy to tempt people. Crowley was all for making his job easier.
He was in the middle of yet another market when he got this feeling deep in his gut. There was something telling him that he absolutely needed to look up and to the left right that moment. Crowley never argued with his instinct. When he looked up and to the left, he saw her. There was that familiar glow again. The beautiful blond hair and deep blue eyes. His angel had returned to him yet again. She was a woman again, and looked as if she were a slave this time. He slowly made his way over to where the woman was standing.
Crowley wanted to damage the woman's owner. To any casual observer she would look to be much older than the twenty five years that she'd actually lived. It was obvious that she'd been mistreated by her master and it was taking everything Crowley had to keep from beating the man to death in the middle of the market. He walked around the slave as if sizing her up.
"Excuse me! That's my slave." The man said as he got closer to her. Crowley could see some bruises around the collar that the young woman wore.
"What is your name, young lady?" Crowley asked gently.
"Her name doesn't matter..." The man started. Crowley glared at the man and made a motion for him to shut up before looking at the girl again.
"Your name?" He asked again, just as gently as before. The girl refused to meet his gaze.
"I do not remember the name my parents gave me, but this one calls me Lapis. For my eyes." She said softly. Blue eyes were a rarity in this part of the world, after all. Crowley nodded and then looked at the man.
"Name your price." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"She is not for sale." The man said.
"You can either sell her to me, or you can die in the street. Take your pick." Crowley glared at the man again. If looks could kill, he'd have been dead on the spot.
"I am not afraid of you." The man said as he drew his sword.
"You very well should be." Crowley replied. His eyes glowed a deep red for a brief moment before he took out his purse. The man dropped his sword immediately. He muttered something that sounded like devil and then ran away screaming. The young woman still wouldn't look at him.
"Thank you." She said softly. Crowley used a gently finger to lift her chin so he could look her in the eye.
"I am going to take you home with me now, okay?" He asked. She wasn't used to being asked permission so she simply nodded.
Crowley's house was very nice compared to the man that had originally owned her. He took her into his home and treated her better than anyone had her entire life. Crowley removed the collar and the wrist cuffs that her previous owner had given her. She was allowed to bathe and was even given new, clean clothes that were very fine and looked far too expensive for a slave to wear.
"What are you doing?" Crowley asked as he watched her go into the kitchen and start cleaning up.
"Is this not my duty?" She asked, looking at him. Crowley shook his head, going over to take her hands in his.
"You are not here to cook and clean for me." He smiled.
"I am afraid I am not skilled in much else...." She started with a bit of a blush, refusing to meet his gaze once again. Crowley closed his eyes for a moment and then opened then, squeezing her hands gently.
"You've misunderstood my intentions. You're not here to serve me. You're here as my guest." He moved a bit of hair behind her ear. She was even more lovely now that she was cleaned up.
"I don't understand...." She finally looked him in the eye.
"You are no longer a slave. You're free. If you wish to leave, you may, and I will make sure you can provide for yourself if you must but I would ask you to please stay with me. At least for a little while." Crowley smiled.
"I would like that very much." She nodded. "May I choose a new name?"
"If that's what you wish. But might I make a suggestion?" Crowley still held one of her hands.
"Of course. I've never chosen my own name so any suggestion will help a great deal." She smiled sweetly at him. Crowley's heart skipped a beat. She really was beautiful.
"Perhaps the name Arrella." Crowley kept his eyes on hers as he said it.
"It is very beautiful." She nodded. It was a name that she would most definitely consider. This was when Crowley took his chance.
"It means.....angel." He said softly. The young woman just stared at him for a long moment. It was almost as if her brain was rewiring itself. After what felt like a lifetime had passed, she grinned and then put her hands on Crowley's cheeks. She pulled him into a tender kiss.
"My love. I knew you'd find me again." She grinned up at him. "How long as it been this time?"
"A little over five hundred years." Crowley answered, wrapping his arms around her. He sighed happily when she rested her head against his chest.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." She said with a sigh.
"I'd wait an eternity for you if I had to, my love." Crowley answered. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and just held on tight, happy to have her back. Even if it was for only fifty or so more years.
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