He was pissed off at first when the local priest called in a demon hunter after having sensed his demonic presence.

After all, John wasn't being bad. Well, too bad. Definitely not as bad as a demon of his caliber could be. All he was doing was draining the life force of the odd asshole here and there, the people of this tiny shithole town should be thanking him, really.

But, his attitude quickly changed when you knocked his door, telling him that he doesn't need to worry about the demon because you're on the case.

It was adorable. An amateur demon hunter, sent to do a job that would take an army of far more experienced hunters.

John really only had one choice. Invite you to stay in his spare bedroom to keep an eye on you, and keep up the rouse that he was completely human. Easy peasy. Besides, the thought of you falling victim to a more... Ruthless demon made his stomach churn.

So here he is. One of the most feared demons in hell, cooking pancakes for his favourite little demon hunter's breakfast. You needed your strength if you were going to go out looking for the big bad demon, right?

"Love? You up yet?" He calls out.