Sherlock looked over to John, then back to Greg. "What are you talking about? I know nothing of any.. Persephone. And his name is John Watson. He couldn't become the Queen of hell. He has a penis. I have seen it." He, of course, said that with no shame. He didn't give a rats arse what Greg knew or didn't. He was a Fate, he knew it all anyways.

"So, what, are you saying that he is going to run Hell with me from now on? He isn't even a god. At best he is a halfbreed." Sherlock got up and stalked towards Greg. "Talk, and fast. My brother is expecting me and... " he waved his hand absently towards the heap of John on the floor. "... That in Olympus, now."