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There is no fire in Heaven.
Or rather, the closest Heaven ever gets to seeing flames is when another angel falls.
It is a horrifying and beautiful sight when hellfire consumes the once brilliant feathers of an angels wings, singeing them until the soot irrevocably stains the plumage with ash.
Your wings are the first thing sacrificed on the altar of Satan.
The next is your name.
Looking back, Crowley does not even remember his name, from Before.
Before there were stars so carefully hung in the sky by his hands.
Before he asked too many questions.
Before he fell.