[Hell is so terribly boring now days. Even with the much anticipated meeting of the worlds and whispers of her Ladyship's schemes, there is no other demon who cannot stand the waiting games so much as this one. When he isn't summoned to meetings or to the Demon Queen's quarters, Sherlock enjoys the benefits that come with being one of Lady Moriarty's consorts. He is mostly left to his own devices, either sitting in the castle's library, or milling about in his own comfortable chambers finding ways in which to occupy the time.]
[Today, he is in neither space. Instead he's found himself a dark, unpleasant looking corner of the mountains near the castle, and is sitting upon a large rock reading. While he seems engrossed in his collection of Shakespeare plays, he will notice anyone who happens upon him. Demons, after all, seem to know just where to find each other. Not even a hermit like himself can expect to be alone for too long... especially when Jamie has need of him.]