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-‡-Prince of Hell-‡-

Chapter Two

Mary looked out across the courtroom, her sharp blue eyes pinning the courtiers on spot; their red and yellow demonic eyes averting under her scrutiny. She smiled proudly that only after a few years she had gained enough respect in Hell to have eyes averted at her presence. She'd even become a member of the family, unlike Clara who was still just a pet in Harry's eyes. Mary was clad in the same tight leather that was the height of fashion at the moment which almost everyone else wore. Gladstone laid ragdoll at her feet as she was perched proudly in John's chair. He'd rather play soldier then attend his responsibilities at court. Hence the current problems the court was facing.

"Mary call John this is urgent." Commanded Sasha, the Queen of Hell.

Mary touched the ribbon around her neck that forever connected her to John. Closing her mind she reached across their blood bond and pulled. He felt her need and she knew he was coming. "He's on his way."

Sasha sighed and leaned back in her chair, surveying the man in the middle of the throne room holding a bunch of red roses lethargically dripping blood onto the dark marble floor. The man was dead and petrified in the kneeling position. The image was creepy and bazar. Mary wasn't sure if it was a disturbing love declaring or death threat. Either way John needed to come. The Prince got as many death threats as he did proposals, all of which he turned away and dismissed. It was fitting that he was the most hated and loved man in the entire underworld.

The Throne room doors burst open and John stormed in, his red cape flowing behind him like a crimson flag of death and his dark blue eyes flashing around. He stopped and looked at the stature, which was clearly once a human warrior of the olden ages. John silently circled around, scrunching his nose at the flowers. "What is this?"

"It was here when we arrived for judgment, no one saw anyone leave." George stated.

"I had nothing to do with this." John defended

"Yes but you are known as the Immovable Force and the Bloody Rose." George said, waving his hands at the dripping flowers and stone soldier.

John snarled at his father, unsheathing his blade from the cane he still carried and furiously sliced at the stone man. The stone crumbling under his sword and erupted into dust, he re-sheathed his blade with a smirk. The flowers flew from the stone hands and flopped upon the polished floors with a squish. Mary wrinkled her nose at the sound and gagged into her hands. A terrible stench flowed from the flowers that now sat in a puddle of blood by the rubble. The many courtiers bathed in their own darkness fled away from the area. Their demonic personas trembling and fading around the edges.

"Somebody loves your work John." Harry said with a wide smile.

John turned his nose up at his sister, hating that he even shared DNA with her. Harry's own blonde hair was cut as short as his, her more angular face was the only difference between the siblings. He refused to engage her in a fight, which he knew she was itching for. Harry had an unquenchable lust for bloodshed. George frowned at his children, before sighing. He expected so much from them, especially John, who he hoped to be his successor, if he could just get off the battle field long enough to be in court and learn the rules.

"John, find the culprit."

"I will sir." He stated, ready to turn on his heels and leave. His fingers shook to hold his sword again and ride into battle with the Moriarty's, who although where all unquestionably insane but made brilliant battle companions. John felt powerless in the throne room. He knew his kinder nature was an enigma to his father but the only way he felt he proved his worth was on the field concurring in the name of the Watsons. Mary was a great judger, even for a past sinner. John felt assured she could do his job. In all honesty it hurt John to send the humans into torture and madness, a feeling he'd never admit to. That was a severe weakness and in Hell weaknesses got you killed, or worse enslaved to another.

"John!" George called. John stopped mid-step and turned around with a fake smile on his lips.

"Yes, what can I do for you my liege?"

George stood up from his throne, holding his arm out for his wife who lovingly took it. It was amazing that Sasha and George actually loved and respected each other. Respect is Hell was held in higher standards then love. The King and Queen walked down the dais. "You are a Prince of Hell and the heir to the Watson legacy, you will judge for the near-seeable future." George and Sasha walked out of the throne room, the many courtiers following behind the royal couple, probably to lunch or a death game.

"Clean this mess up." John barked out, his numerous guards, stationed around the circular throne room, jumping to oblige his command. They easily swept up the stone man but hesitated over the bloody flowers; even in Hell the citizens had superstitions. John waved them on, allowing the disturbing bouquet to accumulate blood on the floor. It might freak out the sinners into telling the truth.

Harry leaned back in her chair, petting Clara's head, who's once lively brown eyes were blank of all emotion. John watched Harry stroke Clara's long brown hair with clear disgust before rapping his cane against the floor twice, signaling for the next trial. Climbing to sit in his father's chair, grateful there was an empty seat between him and Harry. John carefully leaned his cane against his mother's throne in reach at all times. The guards brought in a man, his eye covered by a ratty cloth.

"Where's your newest pet." Harry said motioning to Mary, who bristled at being insinuated as a pet, but kept her mouth clamped shut.

"They have names." John said between clenched teeth.

Harry waved the comment away, obviously not even caring. It was a known fact Harry thought all humans below her and should be treated as such. "Yes, yes. What has she been doing?"

"None of your concern." John sneered.

"Little brother you don't need to hide from me. I know you've been watching the upper world." Harry leered.

John breathed evenly, calming his mind so he wouldn't lash out at Harry. Mary reached out a hand and stroked his arm; Gladstone looked up from his paws. "I don't know what you mean."

Harry held her palm in front of her, her right index finger circling on her palm as she gazed upon the sinner, seeing all his crimes written upon her skin. "You have committed serious crimes Michael Robinson. You killed your own brother for money and murdered your wife under the influence of opium and alcohol; your enormous ego might also be mentioned on your record. You intimidated your workers and basked in their suffering."

The man trembled. "Forgive my-…"

Harry laughed crazily and pointed at the man, her laughter increasing as he cried out in pain. Black fire consuming him. Harry turned towards her brother with a sly grin. "Now we have a few seconds to chat."

John clenched his fists, digging his nails into his father's golden throne. "You didn't even give him time to finish."

"Oh Johnny, when will you learn all humans are the same slimy low creatures that grovel at our feet to spare them. Each thinking they might be special enough." Harry sneered with arrogance.

John clenched his jaw. "Don't call me that Harriett, I am not a child."

Harry hissed upon being called by her girl name. "Don't cross me little brother."

John leaned across his armrest, tired of Harry constantly intimidating him. "You are no threat to me you slothful drunken git. Get your own twisted life together before you even attempt to tell me your opinion. My pets, as you call them, are far more respected than you ever will be. I've made a name for myself, what have you done?" John said going for the kill shot.

Thoroughly humiliated Harry abruptly stood up, her blue eyes flashing dangerously as she tugged harshly on Clara's chain. The guards around the Throne room had enough training not to crack a single smile but under their helmets John could see their red eyes twinkling with mirth. Harry stormed out of the throne room, her black cape fluttering behind her as Clara desperately tried to keep up with her Mistresses long strides. John watched Harry depart and listened to her retreating footsteps before deflating into his seat. Leaning his head down to cover his face with his right hand.

"That might not have been the smartest thing to say to your sister." Mary said softly. "Remember what happened last time you angered the wrong people?"

John winced and rubbed his right shoulder, where a puckered scar throbbed at the mere thought of the memory. War wasn't always the safest place to be and John had learned the hard way desperate men do crazy things. He knew angering Harry could get him into more trouble but he just couldn't stand for his friends to be degraded in front of him.

"What news have you from Athena?"

Mary pursed her lips, not at all happy John was changing the subject. "She has located a suitable match."

John brightened, lifting his head from his hand and smiling brightly as his friend. "I fancy a vacation; want to go Above with me?"

Mary looked horrified at the thought of leaving Hell. "John you know I possibly can't. I'd die up there."

John scoffed and shifted in his seat. "You wouldn't and you know it. You're just a Nancy boy."

"I'm a proper lady." Mary retorted.

"Maybe before you died and became my personal secretary." John pointed out.

Marry huffed, her cheeks puffing like a grumpy child. "I don't see why you can't own up and just take the throne."

John waved the next sinner in, barely giving the sobbing women his attention. "I don't want it and I never have. It'd be better for everyone if I just find someone and he takes the throne. I'm far more useful out in the field."

"Sometimes I feel you enjoy Moriarty's company over mine." Mary hissed, her eyes narrowing.

"Not this again." John mumbled. "Mary, no I don't. I only spend time with the psychopath because he helps me concur the darkness."

"Spending time with him gets you these." Mary yelled waving her hand at the bloody flowers. "The man's a freak John, leave him and stay with us."

John's fingers twitched. "I don't know any other way."

"You stubborn ar000se! You haven't even tried, you're so consumed by finding a good ruler you haven't stepped back to realize you're the ruler we need." Marry pleaded.

John shook his head. "This conversation is over."

"John listen-…"

"Over!" He yelled.

His command pulled the ribbon around Mary's throat and she choked on her words. John bit his lip and winced at her pained expression, but didn't apologize. He loved Mary more that anyone but he wouldn't let her over step her boundaries. The guards shifted at John's outburst. Turning his attention away from Mary, John flicked his wrist at the sinner who had stopped begging.

"20 years in the pit, may that be a punishment for your sins of Wrath, Jacob White." The man disappeared into a puff of black smoke, leaving the faint smell of sulfur.

"Mary arrange for me to go above and tell Athena I'm coming. I want to meet this man." John said with a smile.

Mary nodded curtly, her mouth still sealed shut. John reached up, stretching his back with a pop. Tomorrow he'd meet the man who'd become King of Hell. Athena assured him this Holmes fellow was perfectly suited for the job. Even just the thought of visiting Athena again and escaping Hell sounded nice. His dark eyes drifted to the floor and the bloody flowers and John frowned. Who sent them and what was their intention?

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