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Aziraphale and Crowley stood together in the middle of a circle of beings. Around them, angels and demons stood in equal measure, all united in their hatred of the unlikely duo.

"Angel Aziraphale and Demon Crowley," Metatron's voice boomed overhead. He was back in his giant head form again. "You are here for final judgment!"

"Pompous ass," Crowley muttered, earning a warning elbow in the ribs.

"You have defeated us at every turn, and we're done with it, and you!" the new Duke of Hell, Shax, added.

"There's clearly only one thing to be done," Metatron continued. "We, Heaven and Hell, banish you both to earth for the remainder of your days."

"Your very human days," Shax cackled.

"Good luck finding a… what is that called?" Uriel asked Michael.

"Job," Michael answered. "You'll need jobs to support yourselves. Say goodbye to that lavish hedonistic lifestyle you turned your back on heaven for," they told Aziraphale, smiling smugly.

"You're actually sending us—" the angel began.

"Hell doesn't want you, and neither do we. You are both hereby doomed to live as humans on Earth for however long those lives may be!" Metatron decreed dramatically.

A flash of lightning blinded them. When it cleared, Aziraphale and Crowley were standing on a London Street on Earth.

"Well, that's that, then."

"Yes, it certainly seems to be," Crowley agreed, following as Aziraphale strode down the sidewalk purposefully. "Going to take a bit of getting used to," the ex-demon admitted, wiggling his arms and legs to get used to the new sensations in his now very human body.

"Banished as if it's a fate worse than damnation," Aziraphale scoffed.

"I can think of worse things," Crowley agreed, his mind going over some of the advantages to being human that he suspected they were going to enjoy very much…

"So, they think," the former angel said with a twinkle in his eye. "It's a good thing I've developed quite the stock market acumen in the last two hundred years."

Crowley made a face that was half-disgust and half-disbelief. "They really are totally clueless, aren't they?"

Aziraphale stopped and turned to his beloved companion. "Will you miss your powers?" he asked hesitantly.

Crowley took off his sunglasses, revealing soft brown, human eyes. "Never as much as I'd miss you, if I lost you," he murmured.

"I feel the same way," Aziraphale admitted, boldly taking Crowley's hand. "Shall we?"

"Lunch at the Ritz?"

"Of course, darling."

Yes, some things would change now, but not their love. And they wouldn't change that for the world.