he wakes in the hospital room the sun rising. He gets out of the bed all scorched up, and a sore head. He gets the clip board, he then reads it. He has a bad concussion, and third degree burns on his neck and hoofs. He walks over to the window looking ant the sun rise. He thinks to him self that this is vary nice and relaxing. He walk out of the room, and into the hall saying hi to the doctor she greets him and says" are you ok is every thing good" He answers" yes im just going to the mess hall", and walks on. when there he gets a plate, some toast, and some milk. He heads over to a small table, and starts a conversation. after he eats his food he heads back to the room, and falls back to sleep. This time he has a bad feeling in his gut. He wakes up to chit chat out side his room, he listens to the talk. a deep voice starts to talk it says" there souls are ready for the taking" a more softer voice is speaking now" why do we do this because they are good ponies they are just hear to get well" but with no time to think Flaming get out of bed and looks out the door, he was looking right into a demos eyes red, blood red it was like looking into a portal to Hell. just then it teleports, He gets pushed to the ground hard. Just then he get a slicing pane in his side, he looks at it he has three scratch marks on his flank over his cutie mark. Three gears all on fire, the scratch went over the middles of the gears perfectly. Then it was in the middle of the door way now, Flaming now thinking how to defeat this monster, demon, Hells knight, or what ever it was he had too, but its not going to be easy. His eyes now ok to the dark he sees a small filly, but his hart of stone said its just a nephilim to be talking to a demon. He grabs his revolver which was on his table, locks on the demons head and shoots bull's-eye but no blood came out. All that happed was a screech and they were gone. startled by all this he goes back to bed, thinking that he needed to stop this form happing a invasion of evil and Hell.
