Sherlock looked down at the pendant. It was glowing slightly, a very soft white blue color. It had apparantly kept John's father safe, he had to assume that his death had nothing to do with other Demons. He could only hope that it would keep him safe as well. He rook a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped through.
When he opened his eyes, it looked like he was in a giagantic underground cave. The ceiling was hundreds of feet high, and it had to be several miles long in both directions. It was lit with torches that seemed to burn evenly and brightly. He had to assume they were magical and never went out. They were enough to light most places, though there were still shadows and dark areas, especially above the ground level.
They were on a large, flat hill, more of a plateau, and below them was a whole city. The buildings were made out of the same rocks as the caves. They were tall and short buildings, some reaching almost to the ceiling. And it was bustling with life. Demons sold wares, or were walking from place to place, or chatting with other Demons. It was like a very scaled down version of London. Still busy and bustling, but much, much smaller.
"Wow." Sherlock had no other words. It was like another world, but in a way, it wasn't. They went about their lives like the people on the surface did. Except that it was dark and dank and underground, and very hot and stuffy, as there was very little airflow here. Sherlock was already starting to sweat, and he had just arrived. He wondered if that would give him away and he looked back, but the portal was gone. He was stuck here until they left.
Or worse.
He nervously went over to John, in his Demon form, and held his hand. Now that he was seeing true Demons, he saw the difference, including with Martha. True demons were much larger than John was, closer to 10 feet tall. Their skin had a red hue and their wings and horns were larger and jet black. It was easy to tell that John was a half demon, one of them but not quite. And when Sherlock looked at his skin, he saw that he looked like a half demon as well. Maybe that was for the best, he thought, it might be easier to pull a half Demon disguise off. He hoped.
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Date: 2019-06-14 12:22 am (UTC)When he opened his eyes, it looked like he was in a giagantic underground cave. The ceiling was hundreds of feet high, and it had to be several miles long in both directions. It was lit with torches that seemed to burn evenly and brightly. He had to assume they were magical and never went out. They were enough to light most places, though there were still shadows and dark areas, especially above the ground level.
They were on a large, flat hill, more of a plateau, and below them was a whole city. The buildings were made out of the same rocks as the caves. They were tall and short buildings, some reaching almost to the ceiling. And it was bustling with life. Demons sold wares, or were walking from place to place, or chatting with other Demons. It was like a very scaled down version of London. Still busy and bustling, but much, much smaller.
"Wow." Sherlock had no other words. It was like another world, but in a way, it wasn't. They went about their lives like the people on the surface did. Except that it was dark and dank and underground, and very hot and stuffy, as there was very little airflow here. Sherlock was already starting to sweat, and he had just arrived. He wondered if that would give him away and he looked back, but the portal was gone. He was stuck here until they left.
Or worse.
He nervously went over to John, in his Demon form, and held his hand. Now that he was seeing true Demons, he saw the difference, including with Martha. True demons were much larger than John was, closer to 10 feet tall. Their skin had a red hue and their wings and horns were larger and jet black. It was easy to tell that John was a half demon, one of them but not quite. And when Sherlock looked at his skin, he saw that he looked like a half demon as well. Maybe that was for the best, he thought, it might be easier to pull a half Demon disguise off. He hoped.