There was a small gasp on the other side of the phone. A spelled arrow? That was disturbing indeed. Those were supposed to be illegal. Most likely it wasn't another Demon who shot it, but there was a chance. If it had been, she had not heard about it. She made a mental note to herself to dig a bit deeper on that. Of course she was glad that he was alright, but she was still upset that it had taken three months for him to get in touch.

But those thoughts were halted as soon as John spoke again.

"Sherlock Holmes?" She knew that name. In the Underworld, he had made a name for himself as a Demon Hunter, the ones who had gone rogue and were no longer following the rules. But she also knew him for the name that he had made for himself on Earth. He was famous with both humans and creatures.

And his sire, the mysterious First Blood, the Old One known only as M, he was a mystery of mysteries. No one actually saw him or dealt with him directly, only his underlings. No one even knew what he looked like. There were rumors that he posed as a human in a position in the British Government, but the man known as Mycroft Holmes on Earth of course would never admit if it was true.

And her son had mated with the progeny of M? If true, that would indeed change her standings quite a bit. Demons and Vampires didn't really get along well, but they were the greatest of all the Underworld creatures, the ones all the others looked to for leadership and balance. And so they ruled- mostly- side by side, forming loose alliances and councils.

And she could be the one to bring the two groups together... permanently.

"I must meet him." She said, in a tone that brooked no argument.