Crowley

Crowley had been cold for so long. The nights were cold, the days were cold, the Above was cold. Devoid of emotion, almost. I mean, sure, most angels rarely left the place, but somehow, their constant presence did nothing to hinder Crowley's feelings of isolation. Rarely, did anyone speak without purpose, rarely did anyone simply sit and relax. There was work to be done, there were sins to be forgiven, and the world, the newest creation, had just been brought into existence.

Just watch them for me, okay?

It wasn't a hard task. And they spoke, as the first gaolers stumbled below them, barely old enough to walk, let alone get up to any trouble. They were easy, manageable. Less powerful copies of all who lived in the Above. They were boring. They were so, so, unbelievably boring. And so Crowley sat there, and she thought.

Her intentions weren't to better the creation, nor were they to destroy it. She was just bored, and they were so uninteresting. She was sure no one would mind if she just tweaked a couple of things, right? After all, she was the one assigned to watch them. What would there be to watch if they weren't doing anything exciting?

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Okay so from there, I would then write the lore that Crowley was the one to start the war, the one to create Crystal gaolers in the first place. She wouldn't be doing it maliciously, per say, but it would be just out of the boredom of a cosmic entity. From there, the Higher Ups in the Above would find out and end up casting her from the Above, to become one of the first of the Fallen. I would write a scene in which she loses her heavenly feel, her fur turning singed and blackening, and spines breaking through her skin. After that, the others in the Above would cover up the existence of the gaolers, destroying all evidence of their failed attempt at a paradise except the actual creations themselves, and rendering the gaolers and their war lost to time, starting again with modern breeds and reaching a sort of better conclusion. Crowley would then go to live on earth, watching over the gaolers in the Below, becoming their mother of sorts, always there, always watching. She created their war, and guilt would plague her for centuries, as she watched them slaughter one another, though somehow, this place that she created ended up more loved than the Above was.

In time, as I found some other suitable for a role, she would converse with an angel who feels the same way about the above that she does, and the two of them would go from there. (Also, Crowley would be a poet, simply so that I could write poetry to put in her bio from her perspective about her guilt, the unstoppable war that she created, and her feelings for this mystery dragon.) I promise that she would be well loved and a permanent resident in my lair if I were allowed to take her.