A/N: So this was a prompt from a LJ comment fic site that I frequent often. This is my very first fic that isn't of the Supernatural slant. But the pairing was just too tempting.
Her Crown of Stars
He was an agent of Chaos and she is his queen. A demon from the very bowels of Hell sent to guide him and sharpen his edges into jagged razor blades. Blades they used to create symphonies and masterpieces. Together they painted whole new canvases in red with both flame and blood. And when they were done, lying entwined and panting from the fading passion, she would rise with slow grace. Her head would tilt as if she strained to hear some distant sound. She would close her eyes and begin to twirl, her bare feet leaving trails of blood that in the dark appeared black. Her head raised to the sky in enraptured bliss as the stars hung above her like a never ending crown, her porcelain hands beautifully stained as red as her lips weaving in hypnotic patterns. Her splendor took his breath away.
He reveled in her, bathed in her. He could never imagine being without her. But she knew different, for not even they were beyond Chaos' hand. "There's bats in your belfry, love. They flap and bang themselves against you. They tickle and make you smile and you're going to have so much fun." She smiles even with her eyes and kisses him so deeply he thinks no more of her words.
The next day, she is gone. Only a note that says, "Gotham burns so bright. Like the stars. They make me want to dance."
He serves her and loves her like no other. His fallen angel. His beautiful Dru. He would do anything to make her happy. So Gotham it is and as a true agent of Chaos, he will nurture what others have started. He will reap what others have sown. He will bring sight to the blind and free the enslaved. And from that, Gotham will burn so very bright and his queen will dance under her crown of stars.