"Upset?" Sherlock jumped to his feet, stalking over to her. "What the hell does John get to be upset about? I was perfectly fine being a chemist with his own company the youngest in London, thank you very much!" He flailed his arms about and gestured wildly as he spoke.

"Then this... handsome man shows up one day and tells me that he is a god and that he lost his lover and then he..he.. seduces me.. and tells me that I am his long lost lover.. and now I dream of Hellfire and Cerberus and rivers of dead souls and I'm supposed to be okay with this?"

His voice ramps up as he speaks until he is almost screaming. "How do I know this isn't some trick of his, telling me that I am a god.. putting these.. memories in me.. and you are in on it too one big joke, lets fuck with this little human, his life is insignificant. We an play with him and when he's broken get a new toy!"

Sherlock had no idea that as he spoke, his eyes grew red, or that his body was cast in a soft halo of flame.

As soon as he stopped speaking, they were both gone.