Beware next chapter will be Dark and twisted…..just be warned! I also apologize if this ch is a bit boring!
-‡-Prince of Hell-‡-
Chapter Nine
Mycroft frowned at John. "Make a deal with the devil? Surely doctor you know I am considered a monster by many men." Mycroft's eyes slid to John's hand and his lips trembled. "I would like to know who you performed that lovely trick."
John took a deep breath and leaned forward in the car, invading Mycroft's personal space, undeterred by his skeptism. "What must it be like in your funny little brain, to be constricted by your human laws of logical and illogical, wouldn't you like to break free of that?"
Mycroft shifted as his pupils dilated. "Next you'll tell me that Scotland Yard is full of Angels."
"Only Lestrade." John purred.
"Why me?"
John sat back and rubbed knee in thought. "I'm crippled and useless at the moment and we need fresh blood. Someone who will judge fairly, oh don't worry I can have all your human emotions stripped so you won't be clouded by them. It's the persons soul that matters, and I want yours." John grinned toothily.
Mycroft prided himself on many things and keeping calm in any situation was once of them, so when he started to panic he knew something was wrong. John no longer looked like the kindly doctor he had been observing these past months, the man had transcended past the human plane and seemed almost surreal. His normal blue eyes had darkened impossibly to where they resembled the night sky flecked with stars. Mycroft wanted to be lost in those eyes, and the proposition to be more that he is now, to know far more than any other human was tempting, but then again he should tread lightly, he was dealing with a devil now.
"What about Sherlock? Why not ask him?" Mycroft voiced the only question holding him back
John smiled, knowing he had won. "A pure heart wouldn't be wise on a throne of Hell, especially mine of Wrath, Envy and Pride, but you know all about those don't you?" John purred.
Mycroft's eyes where wide with shock and want. "Y-y-yes." He stuttered.
John grinned widely. "Yes what?"
"I'll give you soul. I'll make a deal with the devil." Mycroft said almost having difficulty saying the words since his mouth had gone dry and his jaw was cramping. It was almost like his body was physically trying to stop him from making the deal.
John held out his hand, so that Mycroft had to reach out and take it. The moment Mycroft clasped his hand, John's inner daemon exploded and the small car was filled with his dark presence. John could no longer contain his human form. Mycroft looked down at the floating hand, which was all that was left of human John, still holding on to his hand. Where they touched his skin burned as if seared by a hot iron. The hand slowly dissolved into the black ness all around him and then John reappeared in his human state, grinning like a cat with his arms crossed smugly over his chest.
"It is complete."
Mycroft blinked, he had expected more flair, his soul to be ripped from his body through his mouth or at least a strike of lightening. Not that John dissolving into blackness and enveloping him in darkness wasn't dramatic enough just not at terrifying as he had assumed a soul transfusion would be. Although his right hand hurt but when he examined it, the skin looked unblemished as always.
"That wasn't what I had expected."
John rolled his eyes as the car pulled to a stop. "We can't all have the flair that is genetically a Holmes trait."
John stepped out and walked over to Mycroft's side and opened his new heir's door. They were at Mycroft's house, which was bright white with flowers outside each window. Athena stood at the doorway with a wide smile. She bowed deeply as the two passed her and opened the door. John walked in like he owned the place and wasn't surprised to find Mary in the sitting room, Mycroft was.
"Who's that?" He hissed to Athena, who only smiled in returned and went to stand by John.
John sat on Mycroft's plain white couch in the middle of the lavishly furnished yet simple living room and motioned to a seat across from him, Mycroft was so stunned he did as ordered and sat. His own assistant was ignoring him for John, and the way John was behaving was making the human nervous. So used to always being in complete control it was almost a relief and fucking terrifying that someone else had more power and authority than him. How had he ever thought the doctor simply human? He was more, much more.
"Mycroft I'd like you to meet my Blood Bonds, which will be further explained at a later hour. Mary and you already know Athena." Both girls inclined their head respectfully.
His mind completely blow away, Mycroft remained silent. John sighed and crossed his legs. He had thought since Mycroft was so utterly brilliant the man would be more accepting but apparently he'd gotten that wrong. Athena moved to stand behind John's left shoulder as Mary moved to his right. John waved his hand in the air and his silver tipped ornate cane materialized from black smoke. Mycroft's eyes widened to an impossible width, and John was almost afraid the man's eyeballs would pop out.
"Let me start then. I will not take you to Hell with me, not for a while. I won't train you that will be Athena's job, one of the many reasons I told her to come up here. Yes I've had you followed for five years, yes this is real and yes you will get demonic powers; however, what they are depends on you and your determination." John paused and drummed his fingers against his cane. "I will visit you from time to time to slowly infuse you with darkness and no I'm not going to take your soul, you need that. Even I have a soul. Any questions?"
Mycroft opened his mouth and then closed it. John clapped his hands and stood up. "Well then I shall take my leave, you know how to reach me." He turned to his girls. "Treat him well and make me proud." John said as he walked out.
Mary and Athena grinned madly and nodded happily. John left Mycroft sitting stunned on his couch and journeyed back to the car. He gave the address of 221B Baker Street. The ride was uneventful and John allowed himself to relax. He was exhausted after his transfusion to Mycroft. He somehow managed to drag himself from the soft car and up the steps. He never made it to his bed but flopped onto the couch and fell asleep.
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"John…John…John," someone called poking his head.
John woke up and looked up through blurred eyes. Sherlock was hovering over him and frowning deeply like John was a science experiment and he wasn't sure what to start dissecting. John yawned sleepily and sat up. Sherlock backed up to give his flatemate room but remained towering over the smaller man. John looked down at himself and felt puzzled; he hadn't put a blanket over himself before he went to sleep, so how had it gotten there?
"John it's almost midnight and you've ruined my plans."
John blinked up at his friend, his mind still languid with sleep. "What?"
Sherlock sighed as if John had missed the big picture and started to pace. "I had it perfectly planned to a tee until you had the bright idea to disappear. I should have never trusted Lestrade; he's a moron to have let you walked away."
Sherlock's words made John even more confused. What in hells name was that man talking about. "Again, What?"
Sherlock whirled on his friend, mouth open to stay something when he closed it and fell silent. The tall man looked around the flat and sheepishly held out his hands. "Happy Birthday."
John's mind went blank, what? It wasn't his birthday, he thought, he would have remembered. Maybe? John craned his neck to look at the calendar in the kitchen and his face went pale. Sherlock was close but off by a week. Which meant James had to be planning something too. In Hell John's Birthday should have been a time of celebration but instead it had turned to one of fear and terror. James thought john should have massacres and fights on his birthday to celebrate the day the great Prince of Wrath came into 'this miserable world' as he called it. John sat up and rubbed his head but managed a smile in Sherlock's direction.
"Thanks, but my birthday's next week. Right day wrong week."
Sherlock sighed with relief. "Oh."
"But that was nice of you."
Sherlock nodded and his eyes glazed over in thought. "You're not excited about your birth."
John scoffed. "Do you celebrate your birthday?" He doubted it, Sherlock didn't seem like-.
"Of course I do. I go visit mummy and allow Mycroft to see me." Sherlock defended.
John looked away from Sherlock who was still standing and lowered his eyes to the floor. It was odd to think of the Sociopath celebrating his birthday but somehow John thought it fit. It brought a smile to his face that Sherlock had even planned anything for him and had also included Lestrade. Sherlock started pacing again.
"John I'd like-.." Sherlock started to say.
Loud footsteps bounding on the stairs interrupted the man and both turned to watch Lestrade rush into the room. "You need to see this?"
"I just solved-.."
"No this is new and you both want to see this." Lestrade said emphasizing both, which peeked Sherlock's interest. The detective started muttering under his breath, deducting why John would need to see anything.
John stood up from the couch, suppressing a groan. He felt ready to collapse but knew he needed to act normal. Sherlock rushed out the door, past Lestrade, to secure them a taxi as John slowly ventured down the steps Lestrade trailing behind him.
"Why do I need to see this?" He asked, really not wanting to know. Midnight was daemon territory, not a good time for him to be out, especially partially drained.
"I haven't seen something this horrific since the witch trials." Greg admitted, rubbing his neck wearily and showing his true age.
"Bit not good?"
Greg chuckled bitterly. "You're the Great Prince of Wrath who's slaughtered hordes of daemons but I still expect you to be uneasy."
John took in a shuttering breath, that was horrible and he had a good idea what it might be. Lord help them all
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The first thing John's shocked brain registered was the odor, the small dark room smelled like rust and mold. The second was that the victim – their gender almost unrecognizable- was hung from the ceiling by their wrists and their feet chained to the floor with rusty chains. It was a form of confinement popular in Hell. The victim was naked but it wasn't noticeable through the bruises, cuts, blood and –John shuttered-tattooed hearts on their skin. They were positioned neatly in the middle of a giant heart with an arrow through it on the middle of the floor. John bet the heart was drawn in the humans own blood. The most terrifying part was what had been written on the wall, on either side of the hanging corpse 'Happy Birthday.' John thought he'd throw up, while Sherlock looked excited like it was his birthday present.