Everyone, look at this! Fanart for Chapter One, by Lunissa!
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October
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"Anything happen, angel? You look even cheerier than usual, today."
"Well, Christmas is just a little over two months away, dear. I can hardly wait!"
"Oh, the same rigmarole as every year, then? More sherry?"
"Crowley! How can you say such a thing? It's the celebration of the Birth of Christ!"
"Birth of Christ, yeah... You know, I never understood why you just went with it when the Church pegged the Birth on the twenty-fifth of December, in the middle of winter, while you and I both know it actually took place in the middle of a Palestinian summer. It was scorching hot all day, and there you were, toiling in the dirt and sweating like a horse to get that stable up and ready in time. I still don't see why you couldn't have just miracled one and spent the rest of the day lying under a palm tree."
"That wouldn't have been right, Crowley, and you do see why. And as I recall, far from lying under a palm tree yourself, you spent all day searching Bethlehem and the surrounding area for an ox and an ass that didn't 'stink to high Heaven', as you put it, which expression, I still can't help but feel, was a touch irreverent..."
"That was only because you wouldn't stop pouting until I finally gave in."
"Of course it was, dear. And I've never stopped feeling grateful for it."
"...well, but my point is: you know when it all really happened, so why do what the Church dictates? They only chose the twenty-fifth of December because that was the birthday of a god who was popular at the time, called," he snapped his fingers, trying to remember, "called..."
"Mithras."
"Right! Right, Mithras, which would make Christmas and with it Christianity easier for pagans to accept and keep all the Christians who attended the pagan feast from doing something they weren't supposed to. It was conversion and orthodoxy politics, nothing more! What's so sacred or special about that?"
"Do try to keep your voice down, dear: the guests and waiters are beginning to notice us."
"Look, what I'm driving at is, why not celebrate Christmas in summer this time, do it properly for once? You'll get a lot more satisfaction out of it that way. It just makes sense!"
"...d'you know, I think there may be something in that."
"'Course there is. So, sherry?"
"Please."
