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Perhaps it was all ineffably planned a little too well, because after what had happened, no one in London saw or heard the infamous bird called a nightingale.
However, business amongst the Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association was running as usual. Nina's shop, Give me Coffee or Give me Death, had seen no significant changes—whilst Maggie's record shop was still standing despite not paying a penny.
She had always wondered where the angel was, along with that cranky guy who got struck by lightning a couple months ago. Of course, Maggie had tried sending letters and notes to the bookshop, but unbeknownst to her, there lies a new bookshop owner who does not even know what 'rent' nor 'landlord' is.
The new couple had a lot of concerns, but with the power of miracles, no one on Earth had ever thought deeply about any of Earth's representatives—either be it from Heaven or Hell. Just standard protocol for representatives on human vicinities.
For the serpent, he got his flat back, thank goodness, or badness, whatever word he fancies. If his corporation had a liver, he'd probably be dead. His daily routine had been drink, sleep, repeat. He's not looking for pity, no, it's so not him to spend the whole day crying. What he does is what Crowley does on the usual.
And no, he's not angry either. Surely, he can spend a hot minute smoking again, but he can't—and he does not want to. Perhaps, he might just drink it away again. Or sleep. Or drink.
What he does is what Crowley does on the usual.
For the brand new archangel, on the other hand, this brand new job is no joke. He almost started to feel bad for Gabriel, now experiencing what it's all like, especially working without a desk. The only joke in this job is probably him, as everyone else treats him as. The angels are all in distrust of Aziraphale, considering the fact that he (or someone pretending to be him) just stepped into hellfire a few years back, breathed said hellfire himself, and most importantly—the angel who disrupted Armageddon is quite literally entrusted of handling the Second Coming.
Michael, the duty officer, is severely bothered by the irony of it all. Michael does not like questioning the higher-up—the Metatron, being the one who personally promoted the traitor, per se—as they might end up like the 10 million others who fell way back. But, sometimes, their mind wonders why the heaven would they pick him.
We could list thousands of ways that the Supreme Archangel got subtly disrespected just this past month, but to summarize it all: no one liked him. Everyone is suspicious of him. Aside from Muriel, the said angel who does not know what 'rent' is, who reports to the archangel about current events on Earth.
But, hey.
Don't worry.
There are plans, and it's ineffable.