Not a chaos demon, not even one with antlers filed down to be able to pass among humans; their protective slime would have frozen in last night's cold, possibly fatally. Not a Lyathfir; they're built small, barely Jonathan's height, with arms long enough to brush the ground. Not a Pylean; they wear their hair long and dress in leather and metal armor and talk like Conan the Barbarian --

Andrew's eyes widen.

Because he's encountered an atypical Pylean demon once before.

"Wolfram and Hart," he whispers to the book. "Angel's friend."