The fact that they were walking with an Old One worked to their advantage No demon dared get near them, and so none of them were able to see through Sherlock's disguise. Still, he could feel himself sweating, and hoped that they couldn't see. He was tense, on eggshells, afraid that his disguise would fall any time and he would be found out.
But he was not.
They entered a shop that had a sign with writing that Sherlock didn't know- it must have been in a Demonic language. It looked like any other shop from the outside, but once they stepped in, it was like another world.
It was full of shelves of ingredients, little glass jars and tall jars and buckets everywhere labeled with Demonic script. There were rich carpets on the floor and some sort of sweet incense in the air that made Sherlock tingle with warmth, but not in a bad way.
A Demon was looking at them. Even as Demons went, he looked old, his hair was silvery white and his wings, folded back, were ragged.
"Welcome, Malthyne, daughter of Beelzebub." He said, bowing low to Martha. "And welcome, Japhrimel, son of Hamish Watson, of the Upper World." And he finally turned to Sherlock. "And welcome, Sherlock, son of Enoch, and Turned by Mycroft." He turned back to Martha, keeping his eyes averted down. "What brings you to my humble shop, oh Eldest of Elders?"
That shocked Sherlock. When he looked down, his disguise was gone. He looked like a vampire again. He panicked and looked at the door, but there was no door there now. It was just the three of them in this room.
Oh shit.. was this a setup? Was he about to die?
"Thank you, Cagnazzo The Wise." Martha bowed softly. "I am here concerning my son. He has become.. with child... " She spat out those two words. "With this vampire you see before you. I beseech you to assist my son in carrying and birthing this child safely to completion.
Cagnazzo's eyes went wide, and he looked at John. "Is.. this true?" He asked, astonished.
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Date: 2019-06-14 01:35 am (UTC)But he was not.
They entered a shop that had a sign with writing that Sherlock didn't know- it must have been in a Demonic language. It looked like any other shop from the outside, but once they stepped in, it was like another world.
It was full of shelves of ingredients, little glass jars and tall jars and buckets everywhere labeled with Demonic script. There were rich carpets on the floor and some sort of sweet incense in the air that made Sherlock tingle with warmth, but not in a bad way.
A Demon was looking at them. Even as Demons went, he looked old, his hair was silvery white and his wings, folded back, were ragged.
"Welcome, Malthyne, daughter of Beelzebub." He said, bowing low to Martha. "And welcome, Japhrimel, son of Hamish Watson, of the Upper World." And he finally turned to Sherlock. "And welcome, Sherlock, son of Enoch, and Turned by Mycroft." He turned back to Martha, keeping his eyes averted down. "What brings you to my humble shop, oh Eldest of Elders?"
That shocked Sherlock. When he looked down, his disguise was gone. He looked like a vampire again. He panicked and looked at the door, but there was no door there now. It was just the three of them in this room.
Oh shit.. was this a setup? Was he about to die?
"Thank you, Cagnazzo The Wise." Martha bowed softly. "I am here concerning my son. He has become.. with child... " She spat out those two words. "With this vampire you see before you. I beseech you to assist my son in carrying and birthing this child safely to completion.
Cagnazzo's eyes went wide, and he looked at John. "Is.. this true?" He asked, astonished.