“Look,” said Crowley. “This isn't really neccessary. I can explain everything, if you'll just--”

“Enough,” Hastur ordered. His eyes flared with a hellish light. “You,” he told Crowley, “are going to pay for your actions. You're going to pay a higher price than your little brain has ever been able to imagine. And I'm going to enjoy it very, very much.”

Hastur's loathsome gaze gave Crowley a sickened, dreadful feeling. He suspected it was very much akin to that of an ant beneath a magnifying glass.

Hastur was true to his word. Crowley screamed.

And when it was over, he stared at the remains of his beloved Bentley, and he wept.