A/N: JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH PEOPLE. It's not like writing this stuff isn't fun, but you're flooding my inbox with your fantastical reviews xD Ah, screw it. Let the flooding commence! I LOVE REVIEWS!

"Well. Fuck." Perry snarled under his breath, gripping the handgun he had safely tucked away in his red hoodie jacket pocket, out of sight. "Now what?"

JD stood up from his seat, stretching his limbs. "Now," He said in a much firmer tone than any of them had ever heard him use, with an undertone of belligerence, "we fight." That look was back in his eyes again. The dangerous one that Perry had only seen during the first few seconds of his arrival.

"Are you nuts?!" Elliot screeched. Turk winced and Carla had to cover one ear to avoid becoming deaf. Perry scowled at her voice, but JD didn't even flinch. The blonde woman looked pale and frazzled with terror. "You can't possibly expect us to fight something that loud?!"

JD didn't answer, and then he was gone in a dark flash. Just gone. Elliot, Turk, and Carla couldn't even try to follow his movements. But Perry was the most experienced out of all of them, having become a hunter at the age of seventeen, while he guessed they all had just started three or four years earlier, which probably wasn't that off.

He watched JD move with some difficulty. He seemed to just fly down the rows of church seats. It wasn't until he reached the large doors that he stopped, not even panting or out of breath. Then he did something that amazed them all. He ripped the doors clean out of their well-built walls, without so much as a grunt of pain or effort.

Perry knew he was a demon, a God-knows-how-old demon, but he still couldn't help but let his jaw become slack at the astonishing display of power. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the kid (who obviously wasn't that much of a kid) at least seemed completely harmless.

But the Irishman's revaluation of the quite humanlike creature (that was supposed to be malevolent in every sense of the word, yet somehow not) was cut short by another horrible roar, and JD leapt back as an insect-like creature dove straight for him. It looked like a bug, or more specifically, a cockroach. A very long-bodied cockroach, with a flat, ugly face. It's eyes were a blazing blood red, filled with a hatred so intense Perry couldn't find the will to speak or move.

"Bambi!" Carla cried out, making a move to run to the raven, but Turk grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back, holding her against his chest to ensure she didn't go anywhere. She struggled in his grasp, but eventually gave up, looking utterly hopeless as time and time again the giant insect attempted to impale it's sharp fangs into JD's flesh. Perry never understood just why the hell she had decided to give the kid such an odd, girly nickname. Sure, he was in fact a little girl, but the girl names were his thing.

Then he realized something. Laverne! What had happened to her? He looked around himself wildly, trying to spot the sassy angel. But he didn't find any trace of her. She had vanished. Elliot, on the other hand, was muttering "Frick, frick, frick…" to herself like a mantra, her hands covering her mouth as she stood frozen. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

JD raised an open hand, a swirl of bluish-white light shaping in it, before he threw it at the creature, it's lower body getting covered in ice, which hindered it for a second, before it quite literally exploded, shards of incredibly cold frozen water scattering everywhere. It let out a shriek of pain, stumbling back, before going straight back to lunging for JD.

The raven merely ducked, a fierce expression on his face, and suddenly the redhead knew exactly why he was so feared. Air began to swirl around him like a mini-tornado, the whites of his eyes gradually darkening, while his blue irises brightened and glowed.

Perry saw something move out of the corner of his eye, which he almost missed because of the overwhelming fear he felt for the newfound object of his desires. He snapped his head around sharply to look at it.

Cockroaches. At least over thirty of them, all huddled together as the ground shook beneath them from the force of the insect-demon's rage against a cracked wall. Above them, a board of sharp wood jutting out of the wall. It looked loose. He gripped his handgun again. He knew exactly what do to now.

JD let out a snarling roar that sounded incredibly animalistic. His fanged teeth were bared at the other demon, "Come the fuck on already!" he practically howled. "I know that can't be all you've got!" He spared a quick glance at the others, relief flooding him as he saw they were being left alone. I won't let it touch them. He vowed. Not when they're giving me a chance to save the Others. His thoughts momentarily drifted to the fiery redhead who he just couldn't get out of his mind. And I think I may have a chance to make him mine…

A sharp whistle and distinct cracking sound caught his attention, and unfortunately the insect's as well, as it looked straight at the source, making a growling WHRRRR sound as it's head swiveled.

Perry stood over a pile of crushed dead cockroaches. "Oh, I'm sorry," he sneered at the giant ugly demon, "was that your sister?" He raised a foot, before stomping it down. A barely audible squeak sounded beneath his boot. "Heh, guess that was your uncle." He added with a wide, lopsided smirk. His dark blue eyes sparkled as his plan worked flawlessly. The demonic cockroach let out a screech of fury. The smirk never left the Irishman's face. The raven could easily imagine fangs in those snowy-white teeth of his.

He would make a good devil. JD couldn't help but think.

"Cox!" Turk yelled, "What the hell are you doing, man?!" He demanded, sounding frantic.

"Saving all your asses." He replied with a heated glare at the surgeon.

The raging demon went straight for him, it's jaws and revolting sharp teeth screaming I'M-GONNA-FUCKING-KILL-YOU, but Perry made no move to dodge. He just stood there, a hand behind his back, his smug expression never faltering. The ugly thing crashed into a pillar on it's way over to him, blinding everyone's vision as dust and debris filled the air.

For JD, time seemed to slow down. He could do nothing as memories of centuries before flooded his senses.

"Johnny! Damn it, little bro! Do what the hell you're told and stay behind!" He could feel them clawing at his skin all over again, as he helplessly watched the ones he cared for most being ripped to pieces, but left alone just enough to stay alive, just barely…

He was knocked out of his stupor when a loud ear-piercing scream of pain echoed around him, everything going tensely quiet as the atmosphere cleared.

A/N: And that's not even a half of the J-Dawg's abilities ;3