Sherlock let out a long breath. That had been one long series of awkward and tense moments, one after the other. He was quite happy to be safe in his own home.
"Oh, I can assure you that he knows." The voice was smooth and rich and posh. Sherlock turned to see his sire sitting in his chair, legs crossed primly, his hands steepled under his chin, umbrella resting against the side of the chair.
"Mycroft." Sherlock almost spat out the word.
"Sherlock" He said quickly, interrupting Sherlock before he could say anything else. "I will only be a moment." Mycroft stood while Sherlock murmured "One moment too long." under his breath. Of course Mycroft heard, but he ignored it.
"I must take the same stance as Malthyne." Despite their rivalry, Mycroft still called her by her true name as a sign of respect for her station. "This is quite a dangerous undertaking that you are endeavoring in. " He looked over to John. "I care not for the half demon.." He looked back to Sherlock. "But I am concerned for the welfare of the child. It will be a child of the Darkness, unable to walk in the light. It will be of Old Blood, the blood that I bestowed upon you. It will be my progeny, and therefore will be under my protection."
He paused, looking even more serious. "But know this, half Demon." he looked to John. "You are a child of two world, this will be a child of three. If it does survive to be born, it will not have an easy life. It will not belong to humans, or Vampires or Demons. It will forever be an outcast of all three. I do not condem this child and on my oath will do nothing to harm it, but think hard about bringing this child into the light. It may have an immortal life of bigotry and hatred."
He picked up his umbrella and headed to the door, looking back. "Good day, brother mine. John." He nodded his head, not even giving John the honor of his true name.
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"Oh, I can assure you that he knows." The voice was smooth and rich and posh. Sherlock turned to see his sire sitting in his chair, legs crossed primly, his hands steepled under his chin, umbrella resting against the side of the chair.
"Mycroft." Sherlock almost spat out the word.
"Sherlock" He said quickly, interrupting Sherlock before he could say anything else. "I will only be a moment." Mycroft stood while Sherlock murmured "One moment too long." under his breath. Of course Mycroft heard, but he ignored it.
"I must take the same stance as Malthyne." Despite their rivalry, Mycroft still called her by her true name as a sign of respect for her station. "This is quite a dangerous undertaking that you are endeavoring in. " He looked over to John. "I care not for the half demon.." He looked back to Sherlock. "But I am concerned for the welfare of the child. It will be a child of the Darkness, unable to walk in the light. It will be of Old Blood, the blood that I bestowed upon you. It will be my progeny, and therefore will be under my protection."
He paused, looking even more serious. "But know this, half Demon." he looked to John. "You are a child of two world, this will be a child of three. If it does survive to be born, it will not have an easy life. It will not belong to humans, or Vampires or Demons. It will forever be an outcast of all three. I do not condem this child and on my oath will do nothing to harm it, but think hard about bringing this child into the light. It may have an immortal life of bigotry and hatred."
He picked up his umbrella and headed to the door, looking back. "Good day, brother mine. John." He nodded his head, not even giving John the honor of his true name.
And with that, he was gone.