Stories.
What a wonderful way to tell tales, to see the light shine on small children's faces from the excitement, and the awe of the magic from the nonsense. What's even more wonderful is seeing the light fade from their eyes as you kill their parents.
Alright, a little harsh, and maybe a bit too sadistic. But who cares? Not me, oh no.
James Moriarty. Nice to meet you.
Now, I'm not usually the type to brag, but give me a story and I'll show you it in a way you'd never imagine. Fairy tales mostly; the childish, the better. History though, wow, that's a new level – some are like fairy tales, however, they actually happened. Imagine witnessing the gore of the Battle of Hastings, or the execution of Mary Queen of Scots. So alive, so vivid. Sometimes I like repeating history for fun.
Are we all comfortable, children? Because today, I will tell you the story of how I burnt the heart out of Sherlock Holmes.