248 – 3 years later (6)
“Po… rock… …. No, no. It’s stupid, yes. That’s stupid, how could I trust that traitor…….”
James Moriarty belatedly called out to Fred Forlock, who had closed the door and disappeared without realizing it, but immediately shook his head.
Perhaps it was because of his small pride that still remained. Because he was ashamed of asking for help from that pathetic bastard who dared to betray him. Therefore, even though he unconsciously called Porok out of fear, he tried to deny the fact and took a moment to catch his breath.
James Moriarty thought he was trapped in a living hell. In some sense, it may not have been a wrong expression.
It was definitely a terrible thing to be imprisoned by one’s enemies, to be violated every day without being able to escape to the haven of death, to have unwanted children, and to be the subject of stupid family games.
But ironically, even when he was driven to this point, the most terrible thing for him was the fact that he was unknowingly becoming accustomed to this ‘ordinary’ daily life.
Just as an abused child still loves and adapts to the parent who abuses him, Moriarty may also be following that path. Of course, he was still arrogant, no, now he had nothing to show for it other than arrogance, so he could never accept that fact.
I still sometimes escape into the past, repeating thought experiments countless times, meaninglessly clinging to the possibility of not being defeated, and at the same time, when I return to reality, I believe that the game is not over yet and think of a way to escape.
Of course, he was not allowed to win either way. Only one defeated and fallen man was unable to accept it in the end.
Moriarty had no choice but to confess. He did not consider what he had done to be wrong. However, he knew that in the eyes of society, he was clearly an evil deed and was worthy of being called a villain.
That was all.
In that sense, his imprisonment in hell may have been the result of the evil deeds commonly talked about by common people.
He now knew it deep down. Maybe it was a wrong relationship from the beginning. Moriarty himself ruined a girl’s life, making her his accomplice and her worst enemy.
But in the end, there was a distorted desire, and a relationship that could not be resolved normally drove him into this hell.
So, does James Moriarty regret or repent?
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t come to his senses. But what is clear is that his heart, which had been filled with only hatred since the defeat at the waterfall three years ago, was slowly being colored by other types of emotions that he could never admit to.
Perhaps it was a survival instinct to preserve his own sanity.
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That’s why he was afraid of being left alone even for a moment. He did the same, of course, when Holmes, Watson, and Moran came to visit, but at least at such times he could lose himself for a moment in the presence of his instinctive pleasures.
But not as much as now. There was silence everywhere. As always, it’s probably Watson’s fault.
Moriarty thought.
If this had been the case, he should have called Porok over a long time ago. He should have been left by his side, even if he taunted and provoked him.
Moriarty thought.
But at the same time, the past was repeating itself again.
-Wow, each other… Is this your first time, teacher?
-Professor, even if you rebel, I actually like it, right? That sucks more, you know? Please build it quickly!
-You lost so ugly that the only thing you can do now is tease your waist, so why don’t you do your duty, master?
Stop, stop!
As if it had been imprinted on her body without her knowledge, she could feel her breathing becoming heavier and blood slowly gathering in her lower abdomen.
It was truly terrible. Everything was hell.
“No, no. I didn’t lose, at best it’s just an ordeal that will pass……. That… Yes, Porok, we can use that idiot somehow. That’s better. Coming to London was a mistake, Sherlock. Yeah, that’s right……. There will still be people looking for me. When the children grow up a little more, then-“
He was calling his ‘wives’ by name, as if it had already been imprinted on his body. From the beginning, their relationship was one that could not be tied down by laws and morals.
James Moriarty never acknowledged that he had already submitted his body.
Even as he endlessly fantasized about escaping and making a comeback, he couldn’t even realize the implications of including taking his children with him.
He went to great lengths to excuse himself by saying that he wanted to use children who inherited his excellent lineage through eugenics.
It may have been a defense mechanism. Because if he really accepted and conformed to this ‘ordinariness’, he no longer had the confidence to remain himself.
How much time has passed? Three years of confinement was enough to ruin Moriarty’s sense of time. He may have been gone for less than 5 minutes.
The door opened, and Fred Forlock came back into the room and lifted Moriarty up as if supporting him.
“Hey, professor, stand up straight. Seed… Punishment, damn b*tches, how much did you squeeze out? Professor, come to think of it, wasn’t it Ada? “Now the professor probably has more experience with women than I do, doesn’t he?”
“Doc… Hit it!”
Porok threw out a bad joke. In the past, I might have reacted indifferently, but now I can’t find that kind of composure.
Fred Forlock, if only for a moment, could not help but feel pity for the man he had once considered his superior and his comrade.
Because it was broken in many ways.
Of course, Porok himself ended up being captured in the same way, so that was all. Just a moment ago, Porok was being trained by the damn wolf cub to be a butler who would take care of the household chores in the future.
If he had heard of this future happening a few years ago, he would have laughed and shot the bastard who made nonsense, but unfortunately the future was no joke.
“Mr… Val, if I had known this would happen, I would have put a bullet in his head a long time ago. Isn’t that right, Professor? Oh, but don’t ask me to kill you. That witch, that peony, that damn b*tch, the expressions on their faces are so disgusting, do you really think I’ll be f*cked if they do that? f*ck, the professor and the kid… Hmm, do you think swords will stick out of your eyes when it comes to matters related to the ladies and you?”
“Porok.”
Porok, who was dragging Moriarty toward the kitchen, paused for a moment. For a split second, the professor from back then was in front of him, just like when he first met him in the back alley so long ago.
“What, professor?”
“Even now… It’s not too late. Me… help. “You can start over, you can run away to America and it will be okay.”
“Ha, Professor… …. You know, it’s all over.”
Moriarty did not answer. But her silence was enough of an answer for Porok.
Porok took his one-time comrade to the kitchen where the professor’s ‘wives’ were waiting. It was a traitorous act.
After Sherlock returned home from his conversation with Mycroft Holmes with his daughter, his entire family gathered for dinner.
Of course, Porok had to barely endure the swearing. As if the evil relationship with the damn wolf was inherited at the genetic level, the cubs resembling Moran attacked Porok again as soon as they saw him, trying to pull his few remaining precious hairs like a toy.
‘I don’t know, f*ck!’
Of course, he quickly gave up. It wasn’t because I was afraid of the eyes of that damn wolf watching over the children to make sure they didn’t do anything to them or swear at them.
Fred Forlock could agree again and again that all the women here were crazy b*tches, but he was surprised to find that strangely enough, the dinner scene was no different from that of an ordinary home.
Of course, there were too many people calling themselves the professor’s ‘wives’, so I momentarily suspected that it might be the family of those damn Turkish bastards.
“I finished my conversation with Mycroft today, sir.”
“… “Yeah, that’s a relief.”
“Dad, Dad, read the book!”
“Shirley, you have to eat first.”
In fact, what frightened Porok the most may have been the professor’s attitude.
Perhaps it may have been the words of a weak villain who has already surrendered to his family by complying with everything and acting like an ordinary husband and father, but never admits it to the end.
Dinner is over.
James Moriarty would never admit it, but even after his children were born, he had nothing to do at home, so he played with them until they fell asleep from exhaustion.
Of course, he sometimes spoke bluntly to the children, but the children just enjoyed playing with their father.
“Teacher, you should sleep now.”
“Sherlock… …. Please.”
“Professor, today is the day we all sleep together, aren’t you happy? Wow, I’m happy too!”
“The kids are awake, so be quiet.”
Just like that, James Moriarty was dragged by three women to the bedroom.
James Moriarty was clearly still trapped in hell.
