London. Crowley's Mayfair flat. Aziraphale is waiting on the couch, sitting primly with knees together and hands in his lap. He rises as Crowley bursts through the door, barely has time to take a few steps before the demon embraces him in a passionate hug.

Oh, Crowley. Feeling pursued again?

Crowley just twitches as if to nod, "Yes." Aziraphale puts an arm around the demon's waist and escorts him over to the couch. Crowley curls himself against Aziraphale, head on the angel's shoulder.

I'm apparently now the head of a platoon of disposable demons. Eric got up to something with the angel Hekla last night. Divine Ecstasy resulted.

You don't say! I wondered about their behavior before she got into the G2. They seemed so much like young lovers.

More than "like." And then Beelzebub summoned DeeDee and Eric to report what they knew about the five demons destroyed Saturday night. And of course she wrung every last detail out of them.

Aziraphale groans. Crowley continues:

DeeDee and Eric were expecting epic torment and discorporation.

For destroying fellow demons? Making love to an angel?

Oh yes. You can imagine everyone's surprise when Legion decided to make an appearance. DeeDee says she possessed them, then demanded that Beelzebub not harm them. Beelzebub replied to Legion that they had done her a service, that she was sending them back to Earth. And then she kicked them out into the corridor, telling them to meet the London Platoon of Disposable Demons. With the exact order, and I quote, "Lead them to Demon Crowley."

Oh dear lord.

The platoon was jubilant about getting to Earth again.

That was the riot in the Main Office lobby?

Yep. Here, I'll show you the video.

Video?

Yep. I took the opportunity to have some newer cameras installed during the reconstruction.

Crowley. You are such a snake.

The demon smiles delightedly as he spends a few moments tapping his phone and then clicks the flat screen into life. They watch the performance.

Hekla was sweeping the lobby?

She sneaked in the back entrance. Was waiting to see if Eric and DeeDee survived their interview. They'd told her that wouldn't be likely. If they didn't reappear in an hour, she'd never see them again.

So she wasn't confronting the demons, but welcoming them?

Yep. Where did you drop her off?

At Tadfield Manor. I called ahead to Mary to inform her. Your two Erics there raced up in the Rolls almost before the rotors had stopped turning. Never in a thousand years would I have imagined two demons approaching an angel as if she were the Queen. Extraordinary.

Why the manor?

Uriel and Ammun were on their way back from London. I bicycled to the farm to await their arrival. We had a long discussion there.

I'd've liked to have been a fly on the wall at that one.

Indeed. It was most intense. Apparently Headquarters made them report. Fortunately they knew nothing of what happened Saturday night, so plausible deniability likely saved them.

Beelzebub would have squeezed them like lemons and tossed the rinds to the rats for being so ignorant.

Well, Gabriel and Michael evidently did some version of that. But of course (Aziraphale laughs) Gabriel's notion of demotion and disgrace was to continue their assignments to Tadfield and London. Slumming amongst those disgusting humans, doncha know.

Not sent to Housekeeping for a decade or two?

Oh no. Gabriel knows what Ammun is capable of. There's a reason he and Michael have been keeping Ammun sidelined on Earth.

Once a god always a god, eh?

Oh yes. He's far more formidable than I. They let him back upstairs, he'd take over both their jobs in short order. The Twins think he's the cat's meow. Uriel says they're always trying to fix her up with him.

Crowley guffaws.

You know, Aziraphale, you angels could give demons lessons in prevarication.

Crowley, play that video again, would you? The dancing and chanting is really quite impressive. DeeDee as leader is quite the little saucepan isn't she?

Here, I'll show you what they were dancing to. A Korean popular music group. Judging by what I find on their phones, the disposable demons spend every spare moment playing games and practicing hip hop dance moves. Beelzebub is going to regret ever letting them taste Earth.

Hip hop? Is that . . .

No, it's not bebop, Angel. Fast forward 70 years. Watch this.

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