Chapter 7: The Devil’s Footsteps.

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1 .One piece: The Last Voyage to Mordor.

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3. Moriarty/ Sherlock: In The Game of Shadow and Blood.

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Moriarty/ Sherlock: Blood and Shadows.

221B Baker Street – The Mind of a Detective :

Sherlock Holmes sat in his armchair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, staring into the crackling fireplace. The events of Whitechapel replayed in his mind like a macabre stage play.

Jack the Ripper was not human.

It was absurd. Irrational. And yet, the evidence was undeniable. A man who moved faster than sight, whose wounds sealed themselves within seconds, whose presence carried an unnatural wrongness.

"Vampire…" he murmured under his breath. The word felt ridiculous on his tongue.

A scoff came from across the room. "You sound insane."

Dr. John Watson sat opposite him, arms crossed, his brow furrowed with concern.

Sherlock smirked. "And yet, I am correct."

Watson exhaled sharply. "Listen to yourself, Holmes. Vampires? Next, you'll be telling me that Moriarty is the hero of this story."

Sherlock's smirk faded slightly.

Because in this particular case… he wasn't certain that Moriarty was the villain.

Before Watson could say more, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Mrs. Hudson's voice called from the hallway. "Mr. Holmes! You have a visitor!"

Sherlock glanced at Watson before standing. He already knew who it was.

And he was right.

As the door creaked open, William Moriarty stepped inside, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "Good evening, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock leaned against the mantle. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Moriarty smiled. "A common enemy."

Whitechapel – A City Gripped by Fear

Meanwhile, the streets of London were changing. The scent of death lingered heavier than ever. Every night, more bodies were found—throats torn open, drained of blood.

Jack was making a statement.

He was no longer a shadow. He was declaring himself unstoppable.

At the heart of it all, a single message had been left carved into a corpse's flesh:

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN."

The city was in a frenzy.

The police were helpless. Scotland Yard had tripled its patrols, but it made no difference. Jack moved unseen, striking at will.

Fear was spreading like wildfire.

And Moriarty watched.

From the rooftops, from the alleyways, from the hidden corners of the city, his network gathered information. He saw the pattern emerging.

Jack was playing with them.

Testing them.

But William Moriarty did not play games he couldn't win.

The Pact of Shadows

Back at Baker Street, the air between Sherlock and William was thick with unspoken words.

Sherlock exhaled. "You want my help."

William smiled. "Help implies that you are my equal in this matter."

Watson scoffed. "Charming."

Holmes ignored him. "You can't defeat him alone."

Moriarty's gaze was steady. "Neither can you."

A long silence.

Then Sherlock chuckled. "How poetic. The greatest criminal and the greatest detective, forced to work together."

Moriarty extended a gloved hand. "London will fall if we don't."

Sherlock hesitated—just for a moment. Then, with a smirk, he clasped Moriarty's hand.

The game had changed.

And Jack the Ripper had no idea what was coming.

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End of Chapter 7.

The city is descending into chaos, and the alliance between Moriarty and Sherlock has begun. Stay tuned for the next thrilling Chapter.

To be continued in Chapter 8: London's Bleeding veins.

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