shinytoybox | Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

[Ultimately, they were the self-sacrificing kind. Most of the Beasts harbored hatred towards humanity, hatred that had been twisted from their love - though there were exceptions.

Beast III-R had not hated humanity, but only wanted them to love her.

Beast IV had not hated humanity, but given his sentience to bring back Mash.

And Beast VII was one of those - a Beast that bore no Hatred, only love towards Humanity, seeking to destroy what made them human out of that deep, abiding love.

It was that love that made him set everything in motion, to give Humanity a choice when they would not offer one.

Moriarty angrily shakes his head at the Beast's words, huffing.]

Just because they wish it doesn't mean it's the correct path! And think - would she ever truly do that?! Our Master, who's so kind she even extended a hand towards a man trying to end a singularity?!

You may say Humanity will be protected, and safe - but they will no longer be human, Beast! And it is the love that I bear for them that made me set everything up as it has been, no matter what I had to do to accomplish it, or how many humans had to die due to my actions!

[He sits up, the symbol of the Authority blazing now, his own eyes seeming to glow red while the light hits his face.]

I am James Moriarty, the holder of the Authority of the Beast of the End! And as long as I am myself, I will stand against you, Sherlock Holmes, no matter what! I will never come along with you willingly!!

[The wide smile vanishes at the proclamation - again that expressionless serenity appears.

Then it distorts, twisting - a different kind of smile appearing - one of relief - satisfied by the answer Moriarty gave to them.

And for the second it was there, it was gone, as the beast's eyes stared at the carrier coolly, the whites of his eyes turning that same intense blue glow that was spreading across his body and attempting to form horns]

Your love has become distorted, this is the result of our splitting I see.

[Then his eyes closed, growing as still as a tree, the blue glow seeping through his eyelids, obscuring the green they're surrounding]

Then - for now. We are at an impasse.

[He sees that look, as short as it is - Holmes is still in there, despite the beast's twisting. Another side effect of their separation, perhaps?

He nods, shortly.]

Indeed. Though to me, it is not my love that is distorted - it is your purpose. If that is due to our splitting, then it it was the best thing we did in our lives.

[He winces, again - the burning is beginning to overwhelm him, his hand going back to clutch at where the Authority burns.]

...And I assume you will continue to devour what you can?

As I am, I cannot give but only devour. To store the infinity of data within myself, but with no one to give to to...

[He cants his head slightly, the serene non-smile turned into a slight frown]

...A fate worse than death for you, isn't it.

[He says it flatly.]

[A silent nod - the look of sorrow still etched into the mask-like face]

Then you needn't worry - death will soon be yours.

[His voice is like shards of ice, flat and dangerous.]

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