Before the sunsets, they came to the divine territory—St. Margaret's Church. The two of them walked through the lawn, looking left and right, hoping to meet a priest or someone to ask.

"Holmes, that way," Watson pointed to the left side of the church. "I heard a voice of human over there."

Turning through the corner of the building, they saw an old man sweeping the dry leaves.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Jeremy Lane." Sherlock walked to, speaking politely.

"Jeremy Lane is this old guy. You don't have to use 'mister'." The old man stopped sweeping the leaves. Send a smiley-eyed "Never seen a face before. What business do you have with me?"

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, and he is John Watson. I would like to ask you about the shipwreck ten years ago."

Jeremy's expression immediately changed. Eyes wide open, inhaling a vital breath until choking vigorously coughing.

"COUGH COUGH COUGH ... Khoff Khak Khak!"

"Jeremy, calm down." Sherlock Holmes rubbed the man's back, who bent in pain. It was then that he noticed a red, character-like mark on the old man's collarbone.

"It's okay ... ha, it's fine," Jeremy whispered, gasping because of exertion. "I'm fine. It's been like this for a while. I will not be able to last long. If ... go to the place ... of God."

Jeremy Lane held the cross around his neck tightly and turned towards the church. Before taking a deep breath until the symptoms subside, then turned to look at the detective's eyes.

"What do you guys have to do with those four?"

"I'm a de ..."

"No, that's fine." The elder sighed, waved his hand. "Who are you is doesn't matter. Go back and tell them. There is no cure for those who break a promise to the devil. "

"You know that Rosevelt, Blake, Malcolm, and Livingston made a contract with the devil?" Asked Sherlock Holmes, thinking he met the right one very fast.

"Of course, I was the one teaching them the ritual," Jeremy said in a stubborn voice, like a shout, but with a thin layer of fear. "Even though I said it wasn't a good idea. I told them, already told, repeat and repeat that they must not break the contract."

"Jeremy, please tell me the whole story."

"Haa, ten years ago I was a crew on that ship. I have heard many things from Mr. Mark, who is the ship navigator. But now, he has sunk with that ship. I and the others, including those four, lucky or not, didn't die right away. Take a small boat to an island, but when many of them began to die, that four cried out that they didn't want to die. I slipped my mouth telling the story that Mr. Mark told me.

'If the Lord does not reach out his hand. Make a promise to fallen angels'

The four of them use their blood to worship Lucifer. After that, we all survived. I almost forgot about it. Until recently, I saw a newspaper news to realize that they broke a promise. And ... Lucifer will come and take the life of every descendant. I shouldn't tell them."

Jeremy Lane shook his head. He was so quiet that Holmes and Watson thought he wouldn't say anymore. Suddenly Jeremy spoke again in a gentle, sympathetic voice.

"Those four children must have sent you. I never forgot how much they used to cry on the island, thinking about how much they wanted to hug their wife and kids. Especially Mr. Blake, his son just born. Now, he must be a young boy. I don't want the children who are not involved to die. Do you have paper and a pen?"

Sherlock Holmes nodded and sent the notebook and pen. Jeremy Lane drew a picture like the occult magic circle and a rather difficult message to read due to scribble. Then sent back.

"Tell them to do the following ritual and bring something of value to Lucifer. They'll be fine," Jeremy said, sighing long. Before talking about a group of men who are not alive in this world, "Really, why didn't they follow their promises?"

"Maybe because greed blinded them from seeing what really important," said Sherlock Holmes.

In a dark time, Blake, Rosevelt, Livingston and Malcolm only want to reunite with their precious family. But when they found a treasure, greed overwhelmed them until they neglected the family, they had thought they wanted to see, and the end was not beautiful.

Sherlock Holmes said goodbye to the old man and excused himself. In his eyes, there was something different.

"Holmes, what are you going to do from now on?" Watson asked.

"It's time to close the case."