A/N: Hey, what's up? Yeah, I know I haven't been posting some new stories and chapters on other stories. I'm been busy. I'm very sorry. This is a requested story. You all remembered what happened in the Devil's Idol, but this isn't what it's about. Darth Ocnarf or Ocnarf, either or, has requested me to make this story about his character, Johnny Evans, a son of a witch and a descendant of Joseph, ya know, husband of Mary and adoptive father of Jesus and all. Johnny's ultimate quest is to destroy the devil. Somehow, the gang already defeated the devil, but the red haired bastard is back. Urgh. So much, hated that guy in the last story I made about him. Devil is just badass person to not have a sequel and get a more of an ass whooping. Logan, Sarah, Johnny, Erica, Rory, Robin, Ethan, and Benny are on the case of the return of the devil. So, here we go into the next story;

Logan never felt more power in his life and his sister's a vampire. Something was, definitely, up. He didn't know what, but it wasn't as if he never felt it before, but this was different. He couldn't decide whether or not it was good or deeply evil. All Logan hoped was that this person is friendly. Blocks away from the twins' home, a chocolate brown haired teenager walked down the road aimlessly. He didn't know where that evil nemesis of God was. Last time, he heard about the demon being here. He shouldn't ever listen to Michael. Raphael was more of a good choice, he couldn't ever ask him. Johnny sighed.

"He's probably not here." He cursed.

His feet were killing him. Why didn't he bring his motorcycle instead? He rolled his blue eyes annoyed. He could fly and hadn't thought to find the demon that he searching for up in the air. He wasn't one to give up hope much. It wouldn't be the first time that he almost gave up. Johnny flew a couple blocks before he got tired from that.

"I wonder, where did he say that know kid lives?" He questioned himself.

Logan was bored out of his mind. He was constantly tapping his pen against his desk. He hadn't heard his sister come into his room. Sarah got the pen out of his hand. He snapped out of trance.

"What's wrong with you?" Sarah yelled.

"Not sure about that. I get back to with that answer." Logan replied as he snatched the pen back.

"Stop that tapping." Her face was red with anger. I'm trying to study.

"Whatever," Logan looked unfazed by his sister's anger.

He started being bored with a computer. Sarah went out of his room and Logan got up from his desk chair to get an acoustic guitar of his. He hopped in his bed and started to scrum it for the right tune. Logan started playing one song that he sung only once. Girl Next Door. After that night when Satan attacked Whitechapel, Logan stopped playing that song and didn't have a clue why he wasn't playing it. Logan thought about why, but it only made him get a headache.

"Stupid headaches." He muttered angrily.

Between searching for the ex-archangel and his practices of Catholicism, Johnny didn't have much time to be a kid. He was a descendant of Saint Joseph, the adoptive father of Christ. It wasn't that Johnny knew that at a very young age, but his father, Jose, never gave him an idea that he might be one of those Catholics that would be saving the world one day from the evil Satan, himself. Johnny had been following the devil's trails for some time after he left the monastery. It wasn't that Johnny wanted this, but until now, Johnny and his father were searching for the archangel, Lucifier. This life wasn't supposed to be Johnny's. It was his father's mission, but when he was fifteen, he was at school. Jose was one of those stay home dads. That was only a cover story as he researched about the devil's whereabouts. That day as Johnny was at school; a powerful demon came to his house and burnt it to the ground.

Johnny's mother never was around, after that day as Jose told him that he would be always with him. He always felt that statement was true as he learned that he was wizard on his mother's side of his family. It wasn't as he needed to learn. Every time he tried was when he got in problem. His powers became easier to use when he started growing into them. He never truly stopped looking for the evil archangel. It wasn't one thing that he couldn't see that he was that he wanted those demons and the boss of them to go down. It wasn't that he couldn't get revenge as they went faster than Johnny could ever do. It wasn't as if he didn't ever know how to move faster than he could.

All he knew now was that this group of kids defeated the devil or this one named Logan, the knowing child. Logan was the key of his success if he wanted his revenge for his father's death as he would be the one to know how to do it. He knew that would the best place to start. It was one of those times you know that it would help you defeat the most evil in the world.

"Where are you, Logan, the knowing child?" Johnny asked no one. "You're my key to defeat that bastard!"

Logan looked towards his wall, where his computer sat boring through him. Logan couldn't shake the feeling that someone was looking for him. He needed shake that feeling because he knew that it would keep him up. Someone knocked and snapped out of the strange knowing trance that he was in. Somewhat that knocking wasn't coming from his door and what would it be if it wasn't the door. The brown haired hazel eyed teenager knew one thing that if he looked to his right at the window someone would be there. For one instant, he wished it would be Erica or Rory. Logan knew better to not think that because he wasn't one to believe those hopes as he knew too much. He didn't believe that this presence of an Exorcist, but it wasn't like a normal one either.

"Let's hope this guy isn't some revenge-getting person." He mumbled to himself.

The knocking was back. Someone was waiting impatiently at his window.