Crowley rightened the chair that fell down to the floor earlier, and sat down on it again. Watching the rain outside the door with grim intensity, he whispered, “If You do exist, answer me: did you love Gilbert?”
God didn’t answer.
“Did you call him to Your side because You love him?”
No reply from God came.
“Or did You pay him no heed at all? A knight that loved You died. Make the rain stop for him, at least.”
But God didn’t grant even that wish.
That sealed it: God didn’t exist after all. At least not anywhere near Crowley.
Instead, there existed—
“…"Thou shall not test God’s love”, Crowley-kun.“
—not God, but an exceedingly frivolous man, singsonging the words like he was reciting poetry as he answered Crowley from the darkness of the rain where no sun shone.
The deviously beautiful man materialized at the other side of the open door. The noble with long silver hair, supple build and a bewitching smile playing on his lips, Ferid Bathory.
Coming into the house, the first thing he uttered was something as ridiculous as, "Come on, come on, what are you doing sitting around and dillydallying? It’s already time for us to depart, you know?” even though it was a few hours past the time when they were supposed to meet up.
Crowley rightened the chair that fell down to the floor earlier, and sat down on it again. Watching the rain outside the door with grim intensity, he whispered, “If You do exist, answer me: did you love Gilbert?”God didn’t answer.“Did you call him to Your side because You love him?”No reply from God came.“Or did You pay him no heed at all? A knight that loved You died. Make the rain stop for him, at least.”But God didn’t grant even that wish.That sealed it: God didn’t exist after all. At least not anywhere near Crowley.Instead, there existed—“…"Thou shall not test God’s love”, Crowley-kun.“—not God, but an exceedingly frivolous man, singsonging the words like he was reciting poetry as he answered Crowley from the darkness of the rain where no sun shone.The deviously beautiful man materialized at the other side of the open door. The noble with long silver hair, supple build and a bewitching smile playing on his lips, Ferid Bathory.Coming into the house, the first thing he uttered was something as ridiculous as, "Come on, come on, what are you doing sitting around and dillydallying? It’s already time for us to depart, you know?” even though it was a few hours past the time when they were supposed to meet up.
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