Prolog

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Soho London, 2018, 1 month after the excitement at Tadfield

It had been some time after Armagednot, and Crowley and Aziraphale, as expected, have grown quite a bit closer. Not being humans of course, the matrimony of marriage was never something that had really even crossed the two of their minds, but that isn't to say the couple weren't married in every way, shape, and form. They had been, in a sense, 'married' as the humans find it, since the arrangement was made; a certain promise that stuck their lives together forever. But the marriage Aziraphale would read about in his books and Crowley his television, would tell you that there is more to marriage than a spoken promise, it is love, and that is something the two of them have had for a very long time. Their love was simply made easier to express now, not being under Heaven and Hells watchful eyes. Perhaps the only eyes watching them now were god herself, and she couldn't be happier for the rebellion. But, these two have created quite to tousle in her life, so, as expected of God, she'd tousle up theirs.

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