Superwholock-One Room

by sammysgirlforever

This is a superwholock story! What happens when your best friend you would give your life for disappears? Or if two brothers go were they were warned not to go? How about a case that the great Sherlock Holmes pass up turns into a case that he never wishes he discovered? Imagine a lonely time traveling doctor going on a mission that people warned him would be suicidal?

1. I need to find him

"Okay lets try this again!" Isabella yelled angrily at the red-eyed demon that was chained to the old wooden chair in the middle of a spray painted demon trap. She had been working the demon over for about two hours now her arm hurt right along everything else connected with her body. Her frustration was getting the best of her because whatever she did all the demon would do was smile that slimy evil little smile. Bella, a nickname for what people called her because she guessed they didn't want to say her whole name when trying to get her attention, didn't have a lot of experience when it came to demons. Most of what she knew came from horror movies she saw when she was a little girl at her grandparents house. They never liked watching daily news said it was too depressing and at their age they didn't want anything around the house that was depressing. Bella always thought it was strange how much her grandparents love horror movies, but right now she was glad she had watched all the movies about those black eyed bitches. All she wanted was to see her friend again.

"Were the hell is my friend Jarisen? I KNOW YOU KNOW WERE HE IS YOU SON OF BITCH!," she screamed her anger waving over and taking over her thought process.

"So sweet and all pent up with anger too, you know you would make a great demon one day. My bet is on you making it down to hell." The demon chuckled as he spit out some blood that had come from Bella breaking his meet suit's nose. His name was Belphegor. He didn't start out as a sales man or in his case demon; he was one of the seven princes of Hell. A head honcho used people's laziness to manipulate them. The chief demon of the deadly sin known as Sloth, at least in Christian tradition. It was a nice gig didn't have to do much but it still was fun and now he was a dirt-poor crossroads demon who can barely make a deal. He knew he should have picked a stronger meat suit; this one came from a man who worked as a secretary at a local orthodontists. The man was about 5 10'' slicked back black hair with chocolate green eyes (which were now black) he had almost a mousy look to him, pointed nose lanky build. The man wasn't by any means strong.

"You know what buddy screw you, I'm done." And with that Bella look the dagger and thruster up through the demons rib cage making him spit up bright red bubbles of blood. A bright yellowish red light lit up the body like a old fuse burning out. She always felt bad about the hosts that were trapped inside their own bodies but she knew this man was already dead.