Owen did not hesitate, he threw open the back door, slammed it behind him. He perched himself of the backseat on his knees, his hands curled over the headrest and started through the rear window. Through the window, he saw destructions. The star-crusted tentacles flailing in all directions and crushing everything into clouds of dust as it heaved its colossal mass onto the street. It was bigger than anything that he had seen with one exception. The statue of the demon itself which wings scraped the skyline. He took a small amount of comfort that it was only a statue although he would have the occasional nightmare, that it would come to life and a massive hand would reach for him but unlike the Balor which had taken his parents, the hand would consume everything around him, then the Earth and crush it until it merged with the black space abyss.