"Definitely not something you'd see up in Heaven," Crowley replies, taking a glance back at it. "It's got to be one of Hastur's. He's always taking bits off of one demon, gluing it on others, making it stronger, breeding something nastier under the bed."

He turns left sharply, riding them up onto a small patch of grass before back onto the tarmac, and then onto a bit of road. He digs for his mobile.

"If I remember, we're right near Narita-san Shinsho-ji Temple----might be able to do something there, get something, I don't know, blast it out of here."