Kristof Sat up in bed, starring around. For a second, he forgot where he was. Then, remembered that the demon was dead, and that he was in his own own home, recovering from the battle. He lay down on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. What am I going to do now? Now that the demon is dead, what's the point?
Fully awake, he walked out onto the porch. Levi, Olivia, and her father had left to go exploring. Kristof would have loved to go with them, but his wounds would only slow them down.

Hearing voices off to one side of the wall, he limped off the porch, wondering what was going on. By habit, he grabbed his sword.

When he got to the wall, he was even more confused. John stood at the bottom of the wall, frowning up at Frederick, who was talking to him, while two of the guards carried a large, heavy crate over.

"What the heck are you doing?", Kristof asked, walking over.

"Ah, Kristof, I'm glad you're here to see this," Frederick said, wiping his glasses with his shirt, and then putting them back on. "Right now, we're in the process of getting John here to turn into his demon-angel form. It is possible that one of the two sides may take over more due to the transformation, but the chances of that are quite small. The problem is, John thinks it won't work."

John's scowl grew. "That's because it won't. I'd love to just turn into a demon-angel any time, but I can't just do it. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it, but I am completely sure that dropping a crate full of lead isn't going to help. Besides-"

Frederick gestured for the guards to drop the crate on him, and it landed with a crash.

They all peared down st the crate, but there was no sign of John. "John!", Frederick yelled, figuring out that John was under the crate. If you can here me, please say something right now!!!"

"Thht, ws vry rud," they heard him barely mutter.

"Well," Frederick said, clapping his hands together. "He's still alive, so let's talk while we're waiting for him to get out."

"How long will it take for my wounds to heal completely?", Kristof asked, setting his sword down, and sitting on the ground.

"Well considering the healing magic and medicines present, probably three weeks."

Kristof sighed. "I feel like I have nothing to do. The demon is dead, and I should be out there, searching for people, but instead, I'm stuck here."

Frederick chuckled. "I'm sure you'll find something to do with your life. Besides, some evil monster that wants to rip off our faces will come to get us eventually."

The sound of muffled yelling filled the air, and all of the sudden, John crashed through the crate in demon angel form, the armored plates grey and black. The face was mainly armoured, except for where the eyes would be, where there was a view inside the armor, which was filled with red flames, which formed a pair of white glowing eyes. He landed on all fours at first, but then stood at his full height on two legs, reaching fifteen feet tall.

He hissed at them, even though he had no visible mouth, but instead a metal plate in its place. Then, his face grew almost hurt. "Did you really have to do that to me? I mean come on, that was harsh." His voice was the same for the most part, but it was a little deeper, and once in a while, it cracked.

Frederick laughed, running up to his legs, examining the armoured plates as the red flames in between his armoured joints died down a little. "This is magnificent! Quick John, how do you feel right now?", he asked, knocking on John's foot.

John shrugged. "Pretty much the same. I can feel you punching my foot though. This may be like a suit of armor, but I still feel stuff. Except I'm pretty sure the only way to die would be to get the fire in here to go out. Don't get any ideas."

"Come, come, come!!!", Frederick called, waving for John to follow. As John stomped off, Kristof followed.

Frederick held up a torch. "Now John, I want you to notice that the fire has returned to the usual orange and yellow color. Now, I need you to kneel down and exhale onto the torch. Make sure not to burn me though."

John knelt down, and a wave of burning air went by. For a split second, the torch's fire turned blood red. Frederick's eyes widened, and he seemed to make a mental note. "See that? You exhale the same gaseous substance as the demon, but it's weaker. The fire only changes color when you're right next to it." He got out a notebook, and wrote down a few notes. "John, considering your strength, I believe you could be quite useful in construction. Would you be at all interested in thickening the walls by placing slabs of concrete down?"

Before John could continue, Kristof interrupted. "I'd also like to know if when I heal, could you do fighting training with you? We don't always get free monsters after all." He was surprised when he nodded. "Aren't you nervous? There is a chance I could kill you in training you know?"

John snapped his metal claws, and in a flash of crimson he was a human again. "I almost forgot to tell you!" He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a necklace, which had a whight stone attached to it. "Frederick gave me one of the magic reviving stone things! Now I'll keep coming back to life like Frankenstein's monster!"

"And when were you going to tell me this?", Kristof asked Frederick. When he turned though, he saw Frederick running.

A.N.

Okay, who do you think the voice in John's head is, what do you think the next bad guy(s) will be, and if you have an OC(s) Character or species, please tell me, BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!