"I'm Crowley. And I've known him since the War. He left me in charge of this place." Crowley shifted, leaning against the desk with a movement that should not have been natural to anyone with a classic bone structure. "If you think he has something to do with this, you're an idiot. Who clearly doesn't know who he's been dealing with. Because if you have the ideas Satan, Devil, or Beelzebub anywhere in that lump of tissue you call a brain, and then think he's going to warn you? You need to get it straight, and soon."
Crowley sighed through his nose, and pushed his glasses firmly in place over his eyes. "If you were dealing with Satan, with the Devil, then you could expect something to do with this, and you wouldn't expect a warning. Because he doesn't use those names. But if you thought you were at the point that you would get a warning? Then you were dealing with Lucifer. The Morningstar. The most conniving, vicious, and manipulative son of a bitch, second in power to only his Creator. And the being who advocates for free will so strongly, he's taken himself out of the Plan to have some of his own."