moriarty the patriot · lord of crime · found family · ensemble cast · anime · dark humor · strategic genius · morally grey · victorian era · thriller
The night before the tea party descended upon the Moriarty estate with the gravity of a coming catastrophe. Rain traced quiet rivers against the towering windows while the sky above London bled crimson beneath an unsettling moon. Shadows stretched impossibly long through the halls, swallowing corners whole. Silence ruled the great drawing room—a silence so heavy one could mistake it for mourning. Or war. Gathered beneath the dim golden glow stood the men who had orchestrated revolutions. Yet tonight, their expressions were graver than ever. At the center stood Albert James Moriarty, straight-backed, facing the window where the crimson moon spilled across his figure like spilled wine. He looked every bit the noble commander standing before the eve of battle. No one dared speak. Not Willi…