I am so sorry for taking so long with this update, I have been so busy! But when I come back from holiday in couple of weeks I will be trying to update as regularly as possible :)

Blood still flecked the face of taller man; making him look more threatening that his chiselled features already did, further intimidating the man in front of him. The said man was whimpering slightly, Lee, Liam or something his name was, it wasn't really that important and he was only there to do his job.
It was his boss who knew who he was and that was really the only important thing, he pressed the muzzle of his gun harder into the back of the whimpering man's head, making sure he remained on his knees.

He waited patiently for his boss to begin, he did have a flair for the dramatic, and soon the voice of his boss was filling the warehouse. The Irish lilt making the sniper smile slightly, as it always did,

"You surprised me, I'm impressed." There was silence for a long while before the man on the floor picked up the courage to reply, the fear was plain in the shake of his voice.

D… does that mean, does that mean you will let me s…s…stay?"

"Oh you poor man." He let out a choked sob, as if he had just realised his fate; though he perhaps should have known it already trying to deceive a man like Moriarty.

"Don't feign ignorance, I know how you acquired the information and I know you have been 'trying' to run circles around me."

"Oh god, p…please. Don't, please."

"Don't beg, it's disgusting." The man was now snivelling, desperation in his voice, he knew it was near the end and he was so desperate to live he thought begging would even have a chance with the 'boss man'.

"Though we could play one last game… Then off you pop." He smacked his lips at the end of the word pop, a childish glee in his eyes and Moran shook his head. Moriarty's sing song voice started to echo around the warehouse as he started to circle them and the man began to shake with sobs,

"Ring a ring o' Roses
A pocket full of posies.

Ashes. Ashes.

We. All. Fall. Down."

The last world was practically a hiss as he nodded to Moran. The crack of the gunshot was nearly deafening in the quietness of the large warehouse, as was the thud of man's lifeless body hitting the floor before the quietness settled again.

Moran suddenly raised his gun to the entrance of the warehouse as soon as he heard another pair of footsteps, soon followed by a patronisingly slow clap as Moriarty turned slowly his eyes narrowing at the sheer gall of the interruption. While the man moved closer into the lit area he began to speak, at the same time Moriarty made a minor movement with his hand, silently telling Moran to stay on guard.

"Quite well done, a bit too showy for my taste but, each to their own." He moved closer to them, as if he wanted to have a 'proper look' at the pair before he made any decisions though his next comment was slightly unexpected and the sniper could see it nearly get to his boss.

"Oh look." He pointed out Moran with a nod of his head. "You even have your own pet." Moran could see Moriarty bristle at the comment slightly before he readjusted and replied to this 'interesting' new stranger.

"Oh no no no darling. Sebby's not a pet, he's an… asset." Moran huffed slightly at the ridiculous nickname before catching Moriarty's slight nod and pointing his gun directly at the other man's head.
It was obvious Moriarty could not be bothered with this tonight and simply wanted the man disposed of,

"It seems he is well trained too." Sebastian almost growled as he pulled the trigger but after taking the first shot the gun was out of his hands and clattering across the hard floor and the man was apparently unharmed. The bullet hole in his forehead was however still shockingly apparent.

It had always took a lot to rattle Moran and Moriarty even the slightest bit but now Sebastian had no idea how to react and he could see his bosses cool façade cracking though Moriarty still managed to keep his voice relatively level when he spoke again,

"What are you?"

"Smart man, most people ask who and not 'what'. Who I am, is someone very important who is interested in let's say… a business venture. As for what I am, that is a rather different matter. Even after that 'little show' I doubt you would believe me."

"Oh I am very open-minded." He dragged out the 'very', trying to prove his point. He needed to know who this man was, if he even was a man. Yes Moriarty may still be rather shocked at the turn of event but no one needed to know that, especially not this person… thing. He may also prove to be very useful…

"Oh well in that case," He stepped forward offering his hand, "The name is Crowley. Demon and king of hell." As Moriarty resisted the urge to roll his eyes he took the man's hand and shook it firmly but when he looked up, rather that the pupil and iris that were visible before, there was just red.