"I'm disappointed." Crowley said, leaning back against his chair. Crowley's office is hell wasn't bad. There was a bronze chandelier, mahogany furniture, a great sound system, and an endless bar. He took a sip of his whiskey looking across the table. "Talk to me Jim." Moriarty sighed.

"I was promised-"

"I told you. Not my fault." Crowley shrugged. Moriarty glared. "You're talking to the wrong demon. I told you when we met. I cannot help you. You made that deal with Lilith so I have no control over it."
"You're the king now." Moriarty reminded him. Crowley poured Moriarty a drink. Moriarty took it and stared at Crowley, waiting for a response.

"It's true but I can't change your contract. Why are you bringing this up again? Last time you bitched to me about this was the thirties. What's wrong?"

"Sherlock Holmes." He answered.

"Who?"

"He's a little detective in London. He is supposed to be as smart as me." Moriarty said. Crowley took a sip of his drink.

"Have you talked to him yet? Or are you just going to stare at your new boyfriend with jealousy." Crowley smiled at Moriarty's anger.

"Funny." Moriarty muttered. "I possessed a neighbor for a while. He's brilliant. Saw what kind of work he does. He's getting very close to pissing me off." Crowley smiled.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

"Can I kill him?" Moriarty asked.

"Jim," Crowley stood up and walked around the room, "you're very lucky. You could have been working at a desk but I pulled you up and made you my personal guard. You're brain is very useful. But you waste your talent." He walked back and put his hands on his desk. Moriarty rolled his eyes. "You just want to kill him? Don't be obvious. Kill him eventually but do something interesting first. Play a game. That's what kids like to do, right? Mess with his head." Crowley said breaking into a seductive grin. Moriarty smiled back.

"Thank you."

"And before you go. Nice meat suit. Where'd you get it?" He asked.

"After I ditched his neighbors body I went looking for something more suitable for me. What do you think? He's named Richard." Moriarty looked down at his body.

"Perfect for picking up boys. But you need a new suit. That thing is hideous." Crowley said sitting down and picking up his drink again. Moriarty stood up.

"Any suggestions?"

"Westwood's pretty good. Now go play." Crowley took a drink. Moriarty smiled and turned towards the door.

"Jim, one last thing." Crowley said. "Kill my secretary on the way out. She's getting on my nerves." Moriarty pushed the door and walked down the hallway. Crowley watched him leave. Lilith had found Jim Moriarty on a street corner in 1837. He was young, bitter, and rambling drunkenly about how he should rule the world. He was smart but he wasn't satisfied. She offered to make Moriarty the most intelligent man in the world and a royal position in hell when he died. He took it. Crowley had always felt responsible for him. Maybe it was because he was the cutest psychopath anyone would ever meet or maybe it was because he reminded Crowley of himself. He heard a satisfying gun shot from down the hall. He took another drink. Moriarty was part of his personal guard but if he did well with his little detective he might become a knight. Technically only Lucifer was supposed to pick the knights but Lucifer was an asshole and Crowley was king now. He took a last drink and put his glass down. He opened his laptop and looked up Sherlock Holmes. Some stuff about a brilliant detective came up but not much. Crowley smiled. He couldn't wait to watch him fall.