"You're a demon," Crowley says. "An...owl-demon. Bit of an unusual choice, but pretty terrifying, nonetheless. You'd give Hastur a run for his money, that's for damn sure."

Another section of the second floor falls down, and Crowley raises up his arms to shield himself from the splintered wood.

"We have to get out of here!" he says. "The Hellfire is everywhere!"