He was standing on top of the rubble, and it slowly began to rain. It took him several seconds before he realized it was raining for he had been lot in his own thoughts: alright, he knew that the entire secret, or was secret - they where a secret no longer, and you can count on there had been no organization of a military capable of killing these things, these demons - organization was out to kill him. He was supposing there was an entire army of these things, and he couldn't kill them all, most of them, sure, but not them all. Thus, he had to go straight to the top. And that means he has to kill the demon king.

Now, how was he supposed to go about this? He had no idea what so ever. Should he find a demon and interrogate him? He didn't like killing these demons, but he was going to have to. He couldn't continue his pacifist running from it all, but then again, though they were demons, they were sentient beings, and he couldn't guilt free kill them.

So he thought were he might be. He was assuming they didn't like it in hell, other wise they wouldn't have attacked, and being here, he assumed again that he would have chosen the most beautiful place to stay, reveling in the beauty of Earth (which is being ruined by pollution! -Authors' note) or he would have built at tower that was dark and ominous. He thought of the most perfect place for the devils' hide out. But how was he going to get there? It was over an ocean, and even he couldn't swim across oceans. Could he have a secret power that he had yet to 'un-lock'? Could that 'power' be flying? He was going to have to test it.

He was on the top of the tallest building still standing, and it had stopped raining, but the clouds were still dark and stormy. He slowly began to calmly breathe, close his eyes and find the center of his balance. Then he exhaled, snapped his eyes open, and began to sprint towards the edge. His heart pounded in rhythm with his feet and in a split second he had reached the edge and jumped.

He soared thru the air his heart pounding, the wind howling in his ears, and lightning began to thunder around him and he heard a evil booming laugh, and he had reached the annex of his jump and began to fall, when lightning crackled in his eyes blinding him, and he began to fall, and that evil laugh ringed in his ears, mingled with his scream, but he couldn't hear any of those as the lightning had deafened him too.

He was falling and falling, and eyesight slowly returned to him as he twisted and turned on his plummet when he saw the ground rushing up at him. No, he thought, I need to go up, up, UP! He let loose a scream of 'UP!" and wings of fire snapped out of his back and he took off! The evil laughter suddenly turned into a snarl! And that was when He saw him.

He was standing in the air several yards away, with no definitive form except for his head, which was human shaped with horns cruelly stained with blood. His body was like a cloak of a black cloud, or shadow. He was soaring around it, laughing with this new revelation. 'Now,' he said with a grin still on his face, 'time to get back to business!' and he rushed toward him in the blink of an eye, and gave him a right hook that sent him plummeting back to Earth.