We quickly got back into our old habits; she would help me with my work and stop me from nearly revealing my true species on a daily basis. I would irritate her to the point of madness and astound her to the point of wonder. The only major difference was that she was no longer Violet to me, rather she was John. You might find it weird that even I called her John but you have to understand that she wasn't my Violet anymore. Obviously she had killed before for me, but there is a difference between killing a criminal and killing an innocent man who happened to have been born in the wrong country at the wrong time, between killing a murderer and killing a child before they killed your friends.
That was my one regret; I wasn't there for her. That was the day she got shot. Even I, Sherlock Holmes; genius, sorcerer and fallen angel can't predict the future. That would make life boring and, as John would have told you, I can't do boredom. I'll admit now that I may have slightly overreacted at the news of my beloved being shot; I wasn't thinking straight: I used my powers to curse all those who were fighting against my John. I cursed them to die of a disease that could have been cured by the British and for their descendants to fight among each other until they are all wiped out. My curse is nearly complete and still can't find it in myself to regret it.
That was how Moriarty figured out I wasn't human. He had had his suspicions for a long time and wasn't human himself. I have often described Moriarty as a spider in a web, which is more literal than you may think. Moriarty is a Spider Demon. You may look at disbelief at that but let me assure you, I am telling the truth. Angels and demons have existed since before the creation of the Earth. Demons as a species are directly descended from fallen angels. When an angel falls they lose their grace, for an angel to live without their grace is the worst torture imaginable. An angels grace is the equivalent to a human soul; to be without it causes immense pain for the angel, loss of sanity and can deform them beyond recognition. It makes it very easy for Lucifer to slip an essence of another creature, sometimes himself, into them and gain control over them, turning them into a demon. Moriarty was given a Brazilian wandering spider's essence, making him one of the most deadly creatures in existence. He uses his powers half for himself and half for Lucifer, but he is his own master.
Moriarty decided to test me, he sent various people to set me challenges. Each time I bested him without revealing myself; it got close on a few occasions though. The worst was when Hope managed to convince me to take a pill to prove I could figure out which pill contained the poison. Moriarty had infected the safe tablet so that both tablets would have killed a human, but before I could take it John killed Hope and took me away from there. Moriarty was cleverer than I gave him credit for though, he forced me into revealing myself. He had watched me from his web like the spider he is and had discovered my hidden weakness for John. He had watched us from our own home and had realised what no one else knew; that my John was not just my partner- that she was a women. That she was my wife. That she was my pregnant wife.
Not the most convenient thing having a pregnant 'male' partner but John had always wanted a child; she had such a big heart. While I am not known for having much of a heart, rather known for my logic, for once I was following my heart not my head. We both wanted a child, we knew it wasn't safe to raise a child with our jobs but if anyone could manage it, it would be us. John was strong, good with a gun, loving and determined, I was observant, fast and powerful. It would take a madman to attempt to steal from us. Unfortunately that madman had a plan.