James Moriarty is a corrupt priest. He’s never once believe a word of what he says in his sermons on Sundays. He’s never believed a word of the fairytale these sheeple call “The Holy Bible”. He joined just to get a free home and an easy paycheck. Father James just doesn’t flow. Neither does Father Jim. Father Séamus it is. It’s his real name anyway.
(Yes this is loosely inspired by Jimmy’s Hall. Leave me alone)
Sherlock is investigating the murder of one of the church Elders. It leads him to interrogate the priest. He can’t see the man through the confessional booth, but he’s drawn to that Irish brogue again and again, eventually confessing that he lusts for a stranger, a man of God. Should there be a hell, he admits he accepts that he will burn for eternity.
“Dear detective, I promise there is no hell. There is no heaven. No such thing as eternal reward or eternal punishment. Life is boring if you deny yourself sins of the flesh. You think me a man of a nonexistent god. You couldn’t be more wrong. I am the devil himself.”
Smut. Sex in the church ensues.