s I looked through the fog I saw that the madman was gone, where he had once stood lay a smashed flask and the most hideous of Lucifer's abominations. A monstrosity of evil. Though his visage was disfigured it was obvious that this beast was still Crowley in spirit. I had come too far, I had done too much and I had seen too much to let the fear surging through my veins cloud my mind. The demon had to be destroyed! I gripped the staff in my hands and prepared myself for Hell's wrath..." From the revised memoirs of Father Ignatius Blackward

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