Italy in the 1920s. Crowley and Aziraphale haven’t spoken since the holy-water-gate but their assignments forced them to cross paths at a party hosted by one of the more decadent artists of the decade. Crowley is shocked and surprised when he learns Aziraphale plays the role of the artist’s muse but that was nothing to the shop when Aziraphale brushes his warnings off. Turns out, his pure, prim, and proper angel is not as innocent as he thought. It takes a trip to a library and one of Italy’s most famous art destinations for Crowley to truly grasp how wrong he had been. Why others but never him? It’s easy to forget how dangerous love can be between a being of Heaven and Hell when you’re a demon who’s been crushing hard on an angel for six millennia.