Jake opened his eyes. He could feel the throbbing pain of the fever in the bright blinding light of his hospital room he could barely focus his vision. He saw his wife, Addison, holding their son. He could feel his mangled legs held together by a metal device meant to hold the pieces together while the bones grew back. The agonizing pain was so intense, his body went into shock. Jake reached for his wife's hand.

"I'm here, Jake, I'm, here," Addison said.

Due to the breathing tube, he still could not speak. As he tried to move the muscles in his back were so disfigured his body started to convulse. "Don't try to move," Addison said, gripping his hand. "You have a herniated disk and…nerve damage." She didn't want to reveal the truth. Her husband's back was covered in lesions: open wounds that were refusing to heal or even stop bleeding.

Angela arrived. She had taken a taxi straight from the air port. Amelia met her outside the ICU.

"Hi, I'm Amelia, I'm not sure if you remember me," she said through tears.

"Yeah you were at my dad's wedding," Angela replied. The young college student wore her long black hair in a ponytail, it was clear she had tried to sleep on the plane with to no avail. "How bad is it?"

"It's bad," Amelia answered.

At the sight of his body, Angela started to cry hysterically. Amelia hugged her. "You know he's strong, he's so strong."

"Is he in pain?" Angela asked.

"I'm not going to lie to you," Amelia replied.

Angela nodded. "Can he hear me?"

"He's been slipping in and out of consciousness," Amelia said, desperate not to cry, she hated to cry.

Jake opened his eyes. The sight of his step-daughter filled his heart with joy. Angela kissed his forehead. "Hi daddy," she suddenly recoiled. She turned to Addison. "Why is burning up?"

Addison held her one-year-old son close, trying to find strength. "We've been running tests, but we can't seem to pin point the source of the fever. But the theory we're leaning towards is blood poisoning, due to the infection in his back."

That night as he slept with Addison and Angela watching over him Jake suddenly had severe pain in his chest, as if being stabbed through the heart. While in the throes of a seizure, his body went into cardiac arrest.

Jake was sent for an MRI that revealed something unusual. He was developing strange growths on his heart. Jake wanted to live, he needed to live. "Summon death."

This time when he arrived at the diner only Fiji, Manfred and Lily remained.

Fiji put her arms around Jake, "I knew you would make it back."

Jake shoved her away. "I thought you said going back to my body would prevent further damage!"

Manfred grabbed his arm, "We underestimated this demon, but you do have the ability to defeat it."

"How?" Jake asked, "With these?!" he hurled the stones at Fiji.

"You have to trust us!" Manfred shouted. "We want this thing gone just as much as you do."

"Easy for you to say- It's not killing you!"

"If it kills you, we are all next!"

Lily stepped between them. "Did you see Angela?"

The thought of Angela calmed Jake. "Yeah, she looks more and more like you every day."

"We need to speak to Joe," Lily said. "Once you know the game plan you will be able to trust us, I promise."

The group made their way to Strong Angel Tattoo and nail salon. There they met Joe and his husband Chuy, who greeted Lily with a hug. "¡mi niña hermosa!"

"Yo tambien te extrañe," Lily replied with a smile.

"You know each other?" Jake asked.

"All angels know each other," Lily replied.

"Which brings us to why you are here," Joe said as he took a seat, sitting backward with his arms over the chair like a hipster. "As you are aware you are a fertility doctor, you deal in babies."

"So do a lot of people," Jake pointed out.

Joe laughed, "How do I say this? I'm not sure if there is a data base that can verify what I am about to tell you but… you have more success in creating embryos than any other fertility doctor."

Jake held his head in his hands, he looked to Lily, "What?"

Lily sighed, "All babies come from heaven, recycled souls if you will."

"I have a friend who can explain a little better…" Joe said standing up. "Ryan!"

Suddenly a man appeared he had pale skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. "Dr. Reilly, I remember you," the man said. "You stood up for Amelia the day I died."

"I'm so sorry," Jake cried. He remembered the day. Amelia was on oxy, he was the only one to advocate to release her. The young doctor went on to wake up next to her lover's dead body. "If I had stood strong you would still be alive."

Ryan laughed, "Not likely.

"What?" Jake was confused.

"Our lives pre-determined which that is the reason why everyone here already knows you are going to succeed."

Joe stood up, "Ryan, maybe that's a little too much simplification. All creatures have free will."

Ryan nodded. "I know, you choose to live as a tattoo artist with the man you love, despite the fact that certain individuals are very pissed." He looked back towards Jake. "Anyway, Jake Riley you command an army at your disposal, more than enough power to defeat Pestilence."

Lily looked frightened, "Pestilence, as in the four horsemen of the apocalypse?"

"Where is the nearest hospital?" Jake asked. Everyone looked at him strangely. "I assume that would be the easiest way to locate the demon God of sickness."

Ryan laughed, "As an L.A. native I can see where you're coming from, but here in Midnight we roll a bit differently."

The team headed to Fiji's house where Manfred prepared a room to summon the demon. He laid down salt, iron, and holy candles. Fiji hung talismans that would alert the team to the demon's arrival. Everyone took a step back as Manfred, the young fortune teller held five different summoning stones. "Pestilence, I summon thee. Appear before us, face the warriors of earth with honor and dignity."

The house shook. Lily opened her eyes, they glowed red with evil. "Did I frighten you?" she giggled. "But seriously- honor and dignity? Did you really think I of all people would fight fair?"

Manfred rifled through his supply bag. Suddenly Chuy's eyes started to glow. "Wikipedia calls be the antichrist, I assure you I didn't edit that myself."

As Chuy and Lily's eyes returned to normal Jake started to cough.

"This is not possible," Fiji cried.

Joe's eyes glowed, "Oh It is! Give me the doctor's soul and I will spare all of your lives!"

"The word of a demon doesn't hold much weight in these parts!" Manfred shouted. He held a wooden cross pendant over Jake's body touching it to the man's forehead.

"That will make things a little complicated."

Jake suddenly felt a blow to his back, as if he was punched by an unseen force. The room went quiet. "Is he gone? Lily asked.

Manfred closed his eyes, "I can't feel anything. What about you Fiji?"

"Nothing…" She intuitively gripped Jake. "Jake, are you in pain?"

Jake collapsed backward landing hard on his shoulder. "My chest hurts…"

"Lay back," Fiji pressed her head to Jake's chest. "Oh, God!"

"What?" asked Manfred.

"He has a heartbeat…" Fiji said frantically.

"Crap…" Joe muttered.

Lily looked to Fiji, confused. "Please fill me in…"

Jake had already pieced together the situation. "I should not have a heart beat because my body is in a hospital in California."