Sherlock couldn't help but watch John walk, still slightly leaking towards his room. Well, he guessed, he wasn't quite ready for round three, but he would come around soon enough.
Or Sherlock would make him come around.
He only half paid attention when John left his room. He was, of course, free to wander anywhere in Hell that he wanted, and the an sometimes took a walk around to stretch his legs, so he thought nothing of it.
Sometime later, about the same time as Sherlock noticed that John hadn't come back yet, which seemed like an unusually long time to be gone, he felt a pain. It was low and dull at first, but it grew and grew until he was crumpled on the ground, writhing in pain.
He, the lord of Hell, felt like he was burning from the inside, and he had no idea why.
Then, as suddenly as it was there, it stopped. He felt no pain, but he felt.. empty inside, like a part of him had been burned away.
In a flash, he searched every single corner of Hell, but here was no John.
"FATES! COME TO ME!" He yelled up towards the heavens. He ran to his scrying crystal and immediately got the attention of Greg. "HERE! NOW!" He demanded.
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Date: 2018-02-06 05:57 pm (UTC)Or Sherlock would make him come around.
He only half paid attention when John left his room. He was, of course, free to wander anywhere in Hell that he wanted, and the an sometimes took a walk around to stretch his legs, so he thought nothing of it.
Sometime later, about the same time as Sherlock noticed that John hadn't come back yet, which seemed like an unusually long time to be gone, he felt a pain. It was low and dull at first, but it grew and grew until he was crumpled on the ground, writhing in pain.
He, the lord of Hell, felt like he was burning from the inside, and he had no idea why.
Then, as suddenly as it was there, it stopped. He felt no pain, but he felt.. empty inside, like a part of him had been burned away.
In a flash, he searched every single corner of Hell, but here was no John.
"FATES! COME TO ME!" He yelled up towards the heavens. He ran to his scrying crystal and immediately got the attention of Greg. "HERE! NOW!" He demanded.