A/N: Why hello I felt I should update the fanfiction considering I have the chapter done. Sherlock will end up coming back and it will be Johnlock but not yet patience! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favourited and followed I love you guys. Now to continue. x

P.S: Luctus is a loose translation of sorrow in Latin, thought it a fitting name.

The pain seared his heart freezing it, the ice spreading like wildfire to his arms and legs until he was crying in pain. Someone was crying out his name but it sounded distant in his ears, far away and the voice kept whispering.

Scream for me Johnny, I want to hear you scream. Scream. SCREAM!

The fist clenched tighter and the pain doubled, he started thrashing.

"Let me go!" He screamed. That's right Johnny, scream for me.

The hand that closed around his bicep felt like fire and he screamed again. The fire seemed to melt the ice and he stopped screaming. Tears soaked the front of his shirt and he panted heavily throat burning. Opening his eyes it was pitch black, he couldn't see and he sighed in relief, the demon was gone then.

"John?" Came the familiar voice. The sweet baritone washed over him in bliss. At least it wasn't the demon anymore, he quite liked this voice.

"Sherlock." He breathed.

"John look at me." The new voice said, it seemed to come from his right and he turned his head.

"I can't see anything it's too dark." His voice was scratchy from the screaming.

"No John," The new voice said "The light is on."

"Then why can't I see?" He whispered, he knew his voice sounded scared.

"I don't know" The new voice (he would now refer to as Sherlock) sounded scared too.

John curled in on himself, he laid on his side bringing his knees to his chest and hugged them. Tears dripped off the tip of his nose and his throat burned, he needed a drink. He sat up and he wiped away the few remaining tears, he stood up swaying slightly but he made no effort to move. Lifting a trembling hand out in front of him he took a step forward, so far so good. But after the second step he didn't move he just stood there with his hand outstretched, waiting. Was he real, Sherlock? Could he help him?

No one grabbed his hand, his heart plummeted but an icy grip closed around his hand. Such a fool John Watson, you hear the voice of your boyfriend and your heart soars. Pathetic. But tricking you does wonders for your soul, I do love the sweet smell of sorrow in the morning. And he giggled.

Was it the morning already? Guess time flies when you're screaming in pain. Right now he really needed Sherlock, he knew he would figure this out get John his eyes back. But he could have also told John he was useless and told him to move out, he figured that the latter would be a more logical answer.

Thinking he should try and at least make it downstairs he took a step forward and felt icy hands grab his and pull. Doing nothing to pull away he let the demon guide him downstairs and onto his armchair.

"Some tea would be lovely considering you seem in the helping mood." He heard the demon growl. I don't help people. Came the snide remark. Your soul isn't ready yet and I can't have you dying on me now can I?

John sighed he did have a point? Should he even be agreeing with this, it was his soul but a world without Sherlock wasn't a world worth living in soul or not. Damn it, did Sherlock really hold that big of a role in his life, his heart his soul even. Even when Sherlock was being a prat or a child John stayed, it was more than just for the danger and he knew that. Sherlock was different around him, he gave him real smiles opposed to the fake ones he gave clients or the ones to flatter Molly into getting what he wanted. Sherlock also had said he was his only friend so that would've had to count for something and god he would've probably committed suicide if Mike hadn't introduced them that day in St. Barts. Before Sherlock had entered his life it had been boring, the same routine everyday nightmares, a psychosomatic limp (which he cured in a mere few hours) he added vitality to his life and cured him in more ways than his limp. John loved the man and he could never tell him it filled him with sorrow (how ironic).

More please Johnny but without all the sappy bits about your love for Sherlock it does repeat itself.

"Why should I even give you my soul how does it benefit me in anyway?" John was playing with fire and he knew it.

Well I could give you your eyesight back for one oh and yes it was me that took it. The voice really was like velvet smooth without a crease, it was almost soothing.

"And?" He prompt.

The demon sighed. And I could tell you something important maybe two things depending on how good you are. Perhaps I could also bring a certain consulting detective back.

It didn't take him long to decide his answer "Deal."

Good, the voice purred Now a kiss to seal the deal. Frozen lips touched his own in a chaste kiss. John spluttered and wiped a hand across his mouth, he still couldn't see.

"We sealed the deal, now where's my eyes?" He demanded.

The demon sighed. One problem, it'll take at least a week for it to come back fully I can only return it to where it was before I took it fully.

John nodded and motioned for him to do so. Icy fingers danced around his eyes and he shut them. They brushed at his hairline and along his jaw; they froze at his temples sending a violent shudder his body. The ice was replaced with warmth and it they took the same course warming the ice as they went, when it was finished he didn't open his eyes in fear it didn't work.

Open your eyes Johnny. The voice whispered and there was a knock at the door.

"Yoohoo John I brought you some tea," It was Mrs. Hudson, his eyes fluttered open to see her setting the tray down in front of him, it worked it was still blurry around the edges like he said.

"Sorry Mrs. Hudson I was resting my eyes." He lied easily, she patted his shoulder giving him a pitied look and left. He sighed.

When night came around he lay in bed wide awake, he felt well rested for not sleeping the previous nights and the demon was oddly quiet tonight. Bored he tried talking to him:

"Um uh hello...? Do you even have a name or what?" The room got a bit colder.

Yes Johnny, the demon thought for a moment. You can call me..Luke.

"Why Luke? I would expect a more exotic name." The demon sighed.

Okay John look, my name is Luctus and I happen to like Luke for short.

John nodded "Alright Luke, can I see you?" The demon heaved a big sigh.

Do you have to? He whined and John chuckled, but he did so anyways.

The demon, was in fact a man and an attractive man at that. Luke was skinny but not overly so, he had a nice chiseled face and he was bone pale (it went well with his ice cold skin). He was taller than John but not by too much, tousled honey brown curls fell across his forehead. Luke looked embarrassed to be showing John what he really looked like or maybe because it took the mystery of a bodiless voice, but who knows.

Are you going to stare at me all da-

"Hey John I- Who's this?" Unfortunately Greg decided to visit just as Luke was visible.

Luke took it upon himself to do the introductions, sneaky smile on his face. Purring his name, e grabbed Greg's hand and kissed the top of it. Greg blushed and stuttered like a school girl, he even giggled. It was disgusting and he made a loud gagging noise and Greg jumped pulling his hand away and shuffling over to John.

"Mind if I-" John cut him off with a sharp, "No"

Greg elbowed him suggestively, "Want him all to yourself, eh?" He sighed "I respect that, you did see him first."

John didn't even answer, it didn't do him any good with Sherlock so why would it work now, he sighed.

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