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

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1 .One piece: The Last Voyage to Mordor.

2 .Spider-Verse: The Web of Deception

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

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London, 1888 – The City Trembles

The air was thick with tension. Rain had washed away the filth from the streets, but it could not cleanse the fear that seeped into the hearts of London's people. The nobility whispered behind locked doors, clutching their wealth as if it could shield them from the unseen executioner.

Moriarty's latest act of justice had set the city aflame. But something was wrong.

A shadow lurked at the edge of his carefully woven plans.

And William Moriarty did not tolerate unknown variables.

Durham Street – The Scene of Another Death

Sherlock Holmes moved with swift precision, his long coat billowing behind him as he stepped through the blood-soaked alley. The body before him was barely recognizable—throat torn open, eyes wide with frozen terror.

Lestrade stood nearby, his face pale. "This isn't Moriarty's work."

"No," Sherlock murmured, crouching beside the corpse. "This is something else entirely."

Moriarty's executions were precise, clean, strategic. But this…

This was savagery.

Watson knelt beside him. "Look at the wounds."

Sherlock's fingers traced the edges of the torn flesh. No weapon had done this. The cuts were too irregular, too jagged, as if—

Teeth.

Sherlock's mind raced. "Lestrade, was the body moved?"

Lestrade shook his head. "No. Found just like this."

Which meant the murder had happened here—out in the open, in the heart of the city. No witnesses, no sounds of struggle.

Impossible.

Unless…

Sherlock's gaze flickered to the darkened rooftops above.

Something was hunting in London.

And it was faster than the eye could see.

Moriarty's Study – The Calculated Mind

William Moriarty sat in his study, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows against the walls. Across from him, Albert poured a glass of whiskey, his expression unreadable.

"You've heard the reports," Albert said.

Moriarty nodded. "I have."

Albert set the glass down. "This isn't our work, William. Someone else is taking lives."

Louis, seated by the window, spoke without turning. "It's messy. There's no message."

Moriarty's golden eyes narrowed. That was the key difference. Every crime he orchestrated had meaning—justice wrapped in blood. But these new killings?

Mindless violence.

A disruption in his perfect system.

Moriarty's voice was soft, yet firm. "Find out who is responsible. And remind them—London already has a god of crime."

Albert and Louis exchanged a look. They had seen this expression before.

It meant someone had made a grave mistake.

Whitechapel – The Predator Strikes

The air in Whitechapel was damp with the stench of smoke and desperation. Women clutched their shawls tightly, their eyes darting into the shadows where unseen dangers lurked.

And in the darkness, a figure moved.

Jack the Ripper.

His coat was stained with drying blood, his lips curling in amusement as he watched the city panic.

How delightful.

He had seen the fear in their eyes, the trembling in their voices. They spoke of Moriarty and Holmes as if they were the gods of this city.

Fools.

They played with ideas of justice and intellect, of power and control.

Jack was something else entirely.

He was hunger.

He was death itself.

And soon, they would understand.

The great William Moriarty would learn that London was not his to command.

Not anymore.

221B Baker Street – A Mind at War

Sherlock paced the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. "Two separate killers at work."

Watson leaned against the desk. "You're certain?"

Sherlock exhaled sharply. "Moriarty's methods are methodical. This new one? Animalistic. Brutal. And yet…"

He stopped.

There was a pattern. He could feel it.

Two opposing forces. One of order. One of chaos.

And London was their battleground.

Sherlock's gaze hardened. He would not sit idly by and watch.

He would find them both.

And he would win.

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To Be Continued...

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