Sherlock suppressed the urge to roll his eyes as Lucifer (or Moriarty as he liked to be called these days) slowly circled him. The two were standing on top of Barts again, but this time, due to Sherlock's Fall, Moriarty was powerless. Or so it seemed.
"Oh, Sabnock, Sabnock, Sabnock. You have to understand. I didn't mean for you to take the bait! I was merely teasing! Did I not give you fifty legions of demons to command? Did I not make you Marquis of Hell? Didn't I give you Irene?"
This time, Sherlock failed to hold in his smirk. "Asherah? How stupid do you think I am? The demons? Idiots. My homeless network is better than those imbeciles will ever be! You have no more power over me. I have fallen. I am human now. I have free will. Above even the Angels. The sooner you accept that The Game is Over and that Good has won, the sooner the world can live in peace!"
Moriarty leapt up onto the ledge and squatted on it, looking out into the beyond and down at the people below. "You want to be those antsbeneath our feet, Sabnock? WHY?"
"The name is Sherlock," the great detective said through clenched teeth.
Moriarty's head turned 360 degrees toward Sherlock, playful yet mocking grin firmly in place. Demon though Sherlock had been, the effect was still fairly unnerving.
"Sabnock, the wind has told me that the little angel who changed your fate has fallen. She's human," Moriarty stressed on the last word as if he were savoring it.
Sherlock smiled. Molly had given up Heaven and immortality for him. At last they can be together.
Moriarty disappeared and then took on the form of a tiny human to sit on Sherlock's shoulder. "She is on that monolith in Bristol. Hmm…" he considered. "Plunging toward humanity. Delicious. A few well-placed rocks… Or I could even move the shore! You know how I built this world under the old Man's direction before you all existed!"
Sherlock felt his heart stop. How strange. He'd acquired this heart very recently and already it was making him do very strange things. Like… like…
Moriarty was back to full size when he stood before Sherlock again. "I will have you watch her die in horrible, painful ways, over and over again until the end of time. She will feel it and remember every single death you made her suffer. All I ask is you come back to me… before Molly learns to loathe. Your. Name,"
Sherlock's heart pounded and his hands shook as he considered the Devil's Words. But then, he deduced the solution. Whether or not God Himself put it in Sherlock's head, only He knows. Sherlock grinned at his enemy. "Alright then, have it your way, Moriarty." After that, Sherlock fell again. The human fell on his knees and began to pray, hoping he would be heard.
o-o-o
Molly woke up in Sherlock's arms. On her head she sported a ginormous goose egg, but other than that, she was unharmed. She reached up and touched his face. "Hello, Sherlock."
"Hello, Molly. By the way, your Father sends His regards."
She smiled and pulled him down for a kiss.
