Standing where the egg had been was a giant creature that, upon seeing it, rendered Chris and Fyodor motionless and speechless. The creature had giant hoofs and thick, muscular legs. The creatures hind legs were shorter than its forelegs. It had a vertical neck, and a huge curved horn on the top of its horse-like head that looked like it had been crudely carved from bone. Its fur was purple and it had a long, smooth grey mane and tail. Its eyes were yellow. Green flames blew out of its nostrils when it breathed, and under its hoofs the ground was smoking.

"Behold gentlemen: The Behemoth," the raven said.

Chris and Fyodor were still paralyzed from being overwhelmed by the evil of the creature. John Lafferty, looking on from the recesses of his consciousness, believed that he was looking at the manifestation of the apocalypse, which, the raven informed him, he was. The Behemoth didn't move or say anything, it stood perfectly still looking at nothing, breathing green plumes of fire from its nostrils, which made it more terrifying in the eyes of Chris and Fyodor, who dared not move or say anything out of fear that were they to do the wrong thing or say the wrong thing their lives could be forfeit. Only the raven moved. It walked over to the Behemoth and pressed itself against its leg and rubbed it with its hands. The Behemoth was so huge that John's head reached only as high as its knee, and the Behemoth's leg was too thick for the raven to get its arms all the way around.

"You're finally here," the raven said to the Behemoth.

The raven's love for the Behemoth was clear from the physical affection that it was displaying toward the beast, physical affection that betrayed an unmistakable forlornness as well.

"Go," the raven stepped back from the Behemoth and said to it.

The beast turned away from the raven and ran off, leaving giant footsteps of charred earth in its wake before it leapt so far and so high that it disappeared into the sky as if it was flying. With the Behemoth now gone, the snake and the bull went over to talk to the raven.

"It's amazing that you were able to hatch the Behemoth with only the primal force of four guardians," the snake said to the raven.

"It's actually not amazing when you consider how much anger, fear, pain and despair there is in this world, and now that the Behemoth is free you're going to see all of that getting a lot worse, and the worse it gets the closer we get to getting what we want."

"Where's the rat?" The snake asked.

"The rat's not going to be involved very much going forward, we need to behave strategically from here on in, that's not the rat's strong suit, it just wants to create chaos, and that's not what we need right now."

"What's next?" The bull asked.

"I want Fyodor to go to Moscow and start working from there, since we can't get Sonya and the lion to help us we need to get the current Russian Prime Minister to do our bidding, as for Chris, he must just keep doing what he's been doing, as things stand the road between Jim Balmer and The White House is looking like a very smooth one."

The raven extended its wings and got ready to take off.

"Where are you going?" The snake asked.

"To find the owl, hopefully I can find it before it causes a whole lot of trouble for me like it always does."

The raven took flight and disappeared out of sight as quickly as the Behemoth had when it took off. Everything that the raven had ever wanted was right within its grasp, the only thing left for it to do was make sure that its enemies that had thwarted it so many times in the past didn't do so this time around.