Heretic: Sherlock Fanfiction

[O supreme Lord, please forgive me. I willingly surrender myself to become a prisoner. The devil is tempting me. Grant me the right to be forgiven. Please forgive me and lead me onward, my beloved Lord.] "The game has begun, John." Those eyes reflected the unbroken gray gloom beyond the window, with rain threatening to fall. A mighty wind seemed about to rise from within them, like the prelude to a storm. This is Europe in the 14th century. The Middle Ages.