The song here is "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Lorde

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Just as Nikolai burst through the room with a flicker of mild fury in his eyes, and the First Blade in his hand, Rowena wasted no time with another spell to exact her anger on her son. As Nikolai turned to her, she pulled something out from her bosom and tossed it at him. At that moment, Crowley knew it was a hex bag and his Knight grabbed it before he could warn him. He knew his mother's spells to leave a horrible after-affect and this would be no different.

"Impetus beastiarum." She said and then Nikolai growled as the arm wielding the First Blade began to tremble uncontrollably. His voice was beginning to sound more like a Hellhound and less like himself. "Dele malum hoc." Rowena added and when Nikolai turned his eyes towards Crowley, they were bloodshot with blood beginning to tear down his face. This was exactly the horrible after-affect he expected.

"Let's see your precious Clara get you out of this one." Rowena said, giving a small wave to Crowley with a smug smile, then walking out of the office as Nerilla and Kelley stood frozen in fear. Nerilla and Kelley quickly snapped out of it and chased Rowena down the hall, whistling for some Hellhound backup. No doubt they would receive a spell or two and they might not recover as easily with his mother's rotten spells.

Crowley was stranded in the destroyed office with a Knight of Hell under the magic of a lunatic looking to kill her son by any means necessary. Nikolai was under her spell; the First Blade and the Mark of Cain too eager to kill, however Crowley could tell he was trying to fight it. He was too strong to fall prey to the spell, but it still choked him.

"Nikolai, don't let it win." He said as his Knight just growled like a wild animal. He should have figured his mother would do something like this; throw a fit that would serve as bait and cast a spell on the most terrifying killing machine in Hell; the perfect death she could have planned for her son. "The Mark will protect you, just keep fighting." He said and Nikolai slowly advanced, despite the fact it looked like his legs were as heavy as cast-iron. He was struggling against the spell and it worried Crowley. He knew that Nikolai would have a difficult time fighting this. The spell wouldn't kill him because of the Mark, but he needed something to intervene.

At that moment, his mother's words returned and haunted him, they seem to laugh at him; once again he couldn't fight his own battle. His mother was good for that; leaving a forever-lasting scratch that stung in moments like this. It's either he leans on someone to save his ass or he thinks quickly of an exit strategy. He could escape his vessel just in time, but that would still leave Nikolai his mother's puppet of destruction.

Suddenly, a very worried Clara in her pant suit appeared in the doorway behind Nikolai. She met Crowley's eyes and slowly stepped in, glancing at their Knight, then at the human soul in the corner, stuck in his own world of trauma.

"Nikolai," she spoke with a soft calming voice. "You don't want to do this." She added and when she walked around him to see his bloody eyes. The worry deepened on her face, but she didn't stop trying to snap him out of whatever this was. "Crowley is your friend; you don't want to hurt him. Remember what we said about Keara? Whenever things get rough, think of her. You'd do anything to protect her. Well, don't hurt her father. It would break her heart." She said approaching to eventually stand in between both Nikolai and Crowley.

"Be careful." Crowley warned her, but she was confident she could get Nikolai to break the spell.

Nikolai advanced and his body seemed to tremble now as he struggled to stay away from Clara and Crowley. He looked at Clara and for a moment, it seemed he was asking for help. His hand lifted up the First Blade with great difficulty and it was then that Clara's voice took on a more authoritative tone.

"Nikolai, stop this. Snap out of it or I will kill you." She said and it seemed to work, but his arm still shook; the spell wasn't breaking just yet. Then, because of his struggle, the spell seemed to do something that rendered him powerless for a brief moment. The First Blade came up fast and Clara violently flicked her hand towards the wall, sending him flying into it, breaking the wall and revealing their old apartment on the other side.

Clara quickly turned to Crowley and held his face in her hands. She was relieved, but the worry remained until she could be certain it was over. Crowley pulled her into his arms and held onto her tightly; like they were stressed out enough with Lucifer nearly breaking out.

"You alright?" he asked her and he could feel her nodding her head. She was upset, but was quickly processing through the adrenaline.

There was movement on the other side of the wall and they could see a very dusty Nikolai standing up. He was arched over, coughing out dust and then rubbing the blood away from his eyes.

"Oh, that hurt like a bitch." He said and Clara exhaled with relief. Crowley kissed her forehead as she glanced at Nikolai with a tired smile. When he walked through the hole, he couldn't meet Crowley's eyes. He stood straight, dusted himself off and approached slowly.

"You okay?" she asked and he nodded his head. He then slowly looked up at Crowley and there was shame in his eyes.

"I – I'm sorry." He said and Crowley just stared at him, his expression difficult to read.

"I thought demons weren't capable of 'sorry'." He replied, referencing to what Nikolai had said long ago before all of this began. Nikolai's lips twitched, but it didn't make him feel any better.

"Just please tell me I get to kill the bitch witch." He muttered and Crowley grinned.

"With great pleasure." He said and Nikolai looked up, all shame vanishing from his eyes. Crowley looked down at Clara, wondering if having his mother killed really was the best option. Could he have his mother killed? A while ago, he thought about what Clara had done with her mother and, technically, Clara had killed her mother, so it was do-able. He could have his mother killed the same way she would have him killed; at the tip of the old deadly jawbone.

They left the office and set out to find Rowena. Surely, Nerilla and Kelley must have succeeded in capturing her with Hellhounds. However, Crowley was certain she had figured a way out of Hell.