I feel like being desctiptive today soo.....3rd person pov.

Sherlock stood on the ledge of St. Bartholomew's hospital and looked at the angel on the roof across the street.

She nodded, he tossed the cell phone aside, and jumped off the roof.

Death was quick, a beautiful woman came and beconed him to go with her. He followed her to heaven.

His heaven was in his flat, a pipe and his violin sat on a table next to the window. A case folder lay open on his chair. He spun around when John entered.

"Your not supposed to be here." Sherlock said as his blond friend walked up to him with a knowing grin.

"No? Well then I guess I'm also not supposed to do this." He took out a silver knife and stabbed Sherlock, John's blue eyes turned black.

"Demon, in heaven?" Sherlock choked.

DemonJohn smiled. "Tut tut, and I heard so much about the great Sherlock Holmes. Tis isn't heaven, it's Hell."
The demon punched the detective in the jaw, sending him to a concrete wall lined with chain. He laughed as his blade carved into Sherlock's skin.

Night after night this happened, and day after day he was burned and tortured by a horde of demons, until he forgot what he was waiting for.

Meanwhile on earth.

The angel stood over the new and unused grave and stared at the simple black headstone.

"I'll be there as soon as the funeral is over, just hold on." She muttered and turned from the grave to a blue box next to an angel statue.

She looked at the statue before entering the box.

"What're you looking at?" She snapped at it and it turned to dust. Inside the box she retrieved a silver blade from the umbrella stand before nodding to the Doctor.

He started flipping switches and pulling levers. The cylinder in the consol moved up and down, creating a familiar grinding noise.

The angel turned around and flew over the freshly filled grave. With a mighty push of her eight wings, she opened a portal to Hell beneath her and plummeted into the flames.

As soon as the angel entered, the alarms in hell went off. Demons started attacking her from all sides, she sliced through them like melted butter. Down through the levels of Hell, deeper into the flames and the blood. Millions of list souls cried out and reached to grab her in hopes of escaping the torture. She finally landed in a stone hallway that reeked imprisoned death. She walked to a metal cage door and pulled the bars from the stone.

Hunched in the corner was a lanky man with dark curls that were matted with blood.

The angel crouched next to him.
"Sherlock, I'm here to get you out."

His head rolled towards her.
"No your not, your here to torture me again."
"Sherlock look at me, really look. Am I lying?"
His minty eyes scanned her.

"Riley?"
The angel smiled and lifted him from the floor.

"Hold on tight." She said, gripping his right arm underneath the armpit. With another great burst from her wings, she flew back up to the portal.

More demons came at them, and more demons died. Finally they broke through the portal. She dropped Sherlock's soul into his body and stood on top of the grave.

She could hear the heart start and his grunting at he hit the coffin. She grabbed the shovel from beside the headstone and started to dig. Soon she hit the coffin, startling it's occupant.

"Calm down, it's just me." She said before hopping down into the dirt and upening the lid.

Sherlock sat up as soon as the lid was up, he gasped for air.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." She said, he glared at her.

"You said prophets go to heaven."
"Well, not when your on the King of Hell's personal no fly list."

"You called?"

Annoyance flashed on the Angel's face before she turned to face the demon in a suit.

"Father dear. You need to up your security, I was able to get in and out faster than you can."

"You took my prophet."
"Well, he wasn't doing you any good was he? Now shoo, else I lock you up into the cell he came out of and ward it against demons."

Crowley' eyes widened. "How dare you threaten your-"

"My what? Father? King? Lemme tell you something your daddyness I could end you with one snap. And no, that isn't a threat, it's a promise. Now go pick up all those demons I burned through on the way down." She waved a hand and Crowley dissappeared.

"Come on, into the Tardis." She grabbed Sherlock's arm again and flew into the consol room.

The Doctor was talking to himself again, something about a crystal ravine and a sapphire waterfall.

"Doctor were back."

He jumped a bit, then realized who it was."Oh, fresh from Hell! How was the trip?"
"Better than expected. Sherlock, shower and closet down that hall and to the right. Get yourself cleaned up then we will get you something to eat."

Finally, a break from writer's block!
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