Some drabbles involving Crowley that were inspired by one worded prompts on Tumblr. So I decided to post them here.

War and Dreams

Crowley dreamt sometimes. Very rarely for it was odd for him to sleep in the first place. When he did dream on those rare nights that he slept, it was of memories. Memories of fire burning down London in 1666 when he was just four years old and his aunt's home burned down. Of the raids from the English to the Scottish people when his family moved back to Scotland.

But mostly he dreams about the wars he's seen come pass after he died and became a demon. World War I and how it engulfed the world in chaos and misery, people making deals to keep loved ones safe left and right, others making deals to gain monetary gain in the depression that followed after.

Even after the crisis was over, the humans started another world war, barely thirty years later. It was at times like this that Crowley shared Lucifer's hatred of humanity.