ⲕρ𐔖𐔤᥈υ

What is love? It's a subjective concept. Some will say that love is mutual respect. Some will say it's when the heart flutters in the chest, and 40% will say it's carnal attraction. And they will all be right. But what will you say if I say that all of this is simultaneously wrong? That love is not carnal attraction, that it is not the fluttering of a life organ, that it is not only the ability to respect. One Demon who did not fall, but simply rolled down the slope, proved this. They were often called a couple. Maggie in the cafe across the street often watched their arguments from the sidelines. And one day she asked
How long have you been together? Do you have a husband? And is Mr. Fel a lover?
Thank goodness for Satan that the Angel was already far away. And she wasn't the only one. To say that Crowley didn't like it. No. He certainly enjoyed this game. Perhaps even too much, the Demon played his part so well. So much so that one day, Azirophel was summoned to Heaven. The Angel left Crowley with the order "not to touch the books until I arrive." They were already waiting for him in Heaven. Archangel Michael spoke.
Azirophel, we appreciate your efforts and everything you do on earth. But please explain what you're doing in the company of the Demon?!