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Do all demons at your world smell like brimstone? How often are their demons?

Most I've ever met. It's kind of a ... thing about our hell to have a little bit of sulfur in the air. As for their numbers, I couldn't tell you. There's books that make claims, and my dad used to make a whole heap of them the few times I actually heard him talk, but I couldn't say for sure.

I will say that the one time I got a tour of the place on my own dime, there were a lot of freaking demons down there. More than I could count.

Heard him talk? Why would your father not speak to you?

Your words bear then implication that you've been to hell.

Not generally. Incubi aren't known for fatherly skill, and my dad didn't show up until after my mom was dead. After the first meeting I tried steering clear of him.

And yeah. Multiple times. Every time I died I went there so he could bring me back from the dead. Went there once on purpose. Had someone I needed to spring. It wasn't her time.

[Her opinion, mind you...]

Then perhaps it is not worth the respect you card for him, regardless of how many times he's brought you back from the dead.

How does that work? I was thinking of devising a chemical substance capable of restarting the heart.

[The reply doesn't come back for a minute or two. There's a lot of swearing, cursing, bellowing, railing and about twelve untyped messages that don't go through to Sherlock.

The word 'fuck,' 'son' and 'bitch' are featured prominently among the epithets. Some of it's directed at Sherlock, but the vast majority is directed at her father.]

[After she's calmed down...]

I apologize if you have gotten the impression I have anything but fear and loathing for that creature. Valefar is the worst piece of pond scum in my world. I personally hope he takes a long leap off of a short pier and is fed upon by carrion crawlers for the next thousand years before someone gets around to ending his miserable, wretched existence.

There is nothing to respect in him. He's just powerful.

As for 'how,' you sound like a man of science so I'll explain "He stole the power of life and death from Uriel" in semi-scientific terms. Valefar has access to something that traps a portion of my living essence. Whenever I die, he uses that, raw fleshly materials in hell and a copious amount of energy that he has access to in order to rebuild my body and re-implant that fragment of living essence within me. The process re-creates me, alive but unconscious, at which point he creates a breach in the barriers of time and space to deposit me in a location of his choosing, outside of the bounds of hell. I awaken from unconsciousness naturally with full memories of my former life.

I know this because the way I died the first time, there wasn't much left to resuscitate. Actually... I suppose that applies to a few of my deaths. So, it's not terribly unlike the bullshit they pull here. Just more demonic.

How power can reside upon one person is enough for respect, for some people.

You're saying resurrection by means of some sort of recreation? Most interesting. If he has been gifted such abilities why deposit you in a patternless manner every time death takes to you?

And it does beg a deeper inquiry. Why do you keep dying?

I don't really respect power for it's own sake, but some do. I just know to stay out of its way if possible.

It wasn't entirely patternless, but I've only managed to pick up hints as to why. Forgive me, but I consider that to be a somewhat private matter. I think I know what he's doing, and why he insists on putting me in places where I am likely to die. I would rather not speak about it, however.

[It wasn't exactly a pleasant subject to explain that she thought she might be some minor demon's 'pet project' for corrupting a useful tool for his later machinations. That, and she didn't exactly trust Sherlock that much, not to mention that it always sounded almost hopelessly paranoid beyond recognition whenever she had explained it, even to herself.]

[ and it's Sherlock who has absolutely no concept of diplomacy or tact who presses on his inquiry. ]

You've revealed yourself to be a demon who's powers are fueled by the softer passions. I am a grown man, whatever news your wish to deliver is within my realms of understanding. Discard with modesty. There is no point to it.

[Surprisingly, a lack of diplomacy was just about the only way to drag certain things out of her. Being friendly, giving her space, would never get these truths from her lips. She'd just avoid the topic perpetually.

Getting her pissed?]

Because the bastard was trying to corrupt me and turn me into a monster twenty-four seven so he could harvest whatever depraved spiritual crop and grow more powerful himself! I'm a fucking sacrifice to that sick pervert's whims!

Happy?!?

[ Samantha Grey you have an alarming amount of familial issues. S E R I O U S L Y. And this is coming from Holmes. Have you met his brother? His brother is naked Stephen Fry. ]

Your father had given into perversions over you? [ side eying that. ]

Not particularly. Why didn't you simply - stray from him?

[Roughly on par with Hercules 'step-mother' issues, actually. Daddy's a bastard. She only sounds moderately calmer.]

No... my father just has this perverse thought that dying horribly screws with my head. He's pretty much right. It'd screw with anyone. I just haven't given up.

And believe me. I've been trying. The fact that it seems like the gods here stole my soul from him... is both alarming and relieving.

[Because that's the only explanation she has for him not influencing her directly here.]

Then perhaps seize that freedom, Ms. Grey. Instead of continuously prattling on about events that transpired. Move away from that state, perhaps.

Your father is not in Asgard, so surely that is cause for some fortunes.

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[Where some might just call him an insensitive douche...]

You have a point there. Whatever the case, he isn't here obviously. For all that this place is shit and I'm still a half-demon, he's not here.

Then progress. Find new things to wonder about. There is slim chance your father will himself here.

Whole list of those things. Anyway, this has been informative, sort of. I'll see you over at my place one of these days for testing, alright?

Very much so. Till our next meeting then.

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