"There," Crowley says, pointing out to the darkness. "He hasn't seen us yet, but he will. He can smell me. He knows I'm here."

In that moment, Hastur turns to face him, black eyes staring straight through him.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Crowley calls out, and he makes fire appear in his hand. It won't do much to actually stop Hastur, but it'll slow him down. The light that should've appeared with the fire isn't there, but it's still hot, still damaging.