A Demon!lock Fanfic: Always At Your Service

Chapter 4

In between the day Sherlock had more contracts made, all stored in his mind and a written copy sent to the king or his brother (minor position in hell, no way.) Sherlock waited for John, cooking the human's favourite food.

Will be home slightly late,loads of paper work to do. -J

I understand. I will keep the food warm for you. -SH

John stayed in the office and did some work,but got distracted by the website that he opened a link to and started reading…and suddenly everything gone pitch black in his mind, he had probably fell asleep.

The demon paced the room, round and round and round, clockwise and then anti-clockwise. John was nowhere to be seen and later than he said he would be. The food had gone cold and Sherlock's mind going through all the bad possibilities. He waited eagerly as then he heard foot steps coming up the stairs, glad that John was safe. Sherlock had heated up the food so he sat at the dining table, bringing John there to sit as well. "Are you okay John? You didn't pick up my calls or messages."

"I'm sorry brother but i think it's time." John was being possesed by Mycroft, Sherlock's brother. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed, "Mycroft...for father's sake! Give John back to me, what are you doing inside him and who's taking care of your lifeless fat body?" 

"Fat-" The other twitch slightly at that but took a deep to calm his nerves. "If you want him back,tell him." His eyes narrow at the other. "Yeah fatcroft." Sherlock spitted out with his tongue sticking out at the other. "Get out of him! I'm planning to tell. Just go away!"

The man sighed and rolled his eyes. "All right. Bloody hell, you're annoying." His head then tilt back and an array of black smoke exited from his mouth and into the vents.

John woke with a gasp on his arm chair, catching his breathe. "Wha-?!" He looked around, confused as to how was back at 221B. "You fell asleep in your office. Molly called me and i went over to pick you up." Sherlock explained,putting John's mug in front of the other. "Oh. Thank you." He swallowed hard before taking the mug and sipping some tea. The other makes good tea, which he constantly hopes that no body parts were involved.

"John." Sherlock has a serious tone, even more than normal. "Yeah?" The other frowned and place the mug down, licking his lips. "I'm a demon." Sherlock confessed. 

"I'm sorry?" John frowned, wanting to chuckled as he thought he heard the other said he was a demon. "I am a demon." Sherlock repeated himself. "And i'm a fairy godmother." John says sarcastically. "I'm being serious,John. I am indeed a demon. Both my brother and I. Lestrade knows as well. He has for a long while now." John sat back with a frown and fold his ams. "Okay then, show me what you can do. Prove." 

Sherlock snapped his fingers and the lights went out, replaced by the small burning flames of the two candles on their table. "A magician can easily do that..or with the help of your network of people." John shrugged, not impressed. Sherlock then lifted the teacup without his hands, pouring it's contents into the sink and replacing the tea with hot ones from the kettle. "That was slightly better but still..." He shook his head. 

Sherlock had a look of shock on his face, "Usually they'll be scared by now, nonetheless..." The demon brought out his hellhound, although one couldn't see it, it's presence is heavy in the air. "What's happening?" John frowned,feeling the sudden thickness in the air. "My pet," Sherlock smiles, "You can't see him though but he's near your leg now. I use him to seal my contracts."

"A hellhound?" John guessed, remember reading something about it on the website. "Yes John, glad you remember that information the net provided." The demon sends his pet back to hell as quickly as he came, another soul needs to be collected, food for him tonight. 

"Okay. I believe you." John nodded. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" The taller man nodded. "Yes but somehow you seem unfazed.." John then lowered his head. "Well..um..where's dinner? i'm famished." He quickly change the subject, not knowing how to react to such..unscientific thing.

"On the table. I've just heated it up for you." Sherlock gave a smile. John look up and returned it, hopefully it covers his confuse feelings up. He went over to the table and started to eat. John was silent for the entire time as he ate his meal. He doesn't know how to respond to that,it's just too much to digest.

Sherlock snapped his fingers again, the lights switching on and the candles snuffed out. "Hold on, job." Sherlock mumbled and disappeared into thin air. John gave a nod before the other disappeared. "Haa.." He let out sigh and put the plate in the sink and washing it. Slowly daydreaming, looking out the window in his trail of thoughts. 

The demon came back soon, appearing behind John. "Are you alright or can I help?" John jolted and almost drop the glass plate but held it in time with a sigh of relief. He turn off the tap. "No." He shook his head, "I'm going to take a shower."  and headed to the bathroom.

"Alright." Sherlock sat on the couch again only to realise that the website John had visited this afternoon contained information about how to trap and kill a demon. The trapping part he is more worried about. John soon step out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck and in a fresh set of clothes. He yawned and watch the World Cup on the telly after getting a can of beer.

"Brazil lost. One of the Germany soccer players had made a contract with me." Sherlock ratted out like it was nothing. Somehow that ticked John off, he frowned and switched off the telly. "I'm going to bed, goodnight." He grab his laptop and headed up to his room.