Yeah! My first story, well it's not really a story it's more a little poem I wanted to write, just so I could get use to this site and know how to upload a story and whatnot. And I wanted to write this for PinstyLover1983 who hasn't been feeling well lately. Oh I really hope you feel better soon hon, she's been so nice to me already so here's a little fiction work for you. Think of it as an early Christmas present, hehe. Oh forgive me for rambling I do that a lot, so here we go. And I do not, repeat DO NOT own any of the characters from Hellraiser, they are owned by Clive Barker himself so please don't be mean. Oh gosh my first real story up, please be nice and reviews would be good too! Oh, and I'm not as experience with Hellraiser as some of the others on here, I've just started getting back into it, so don't set your expectations too high, it's good but nothing special. If this is good, I may do more short poems on other Horror characters if you want. Bye for now!
Is this hell? What is Hell?
Is it nothing but an empty black pit?
Where pain thrives on inhabitant's bodies and swell,
And the weak constantly wish for the torment to end, as they were unfit!
Walls hollow, chains dangling and dripping with the blood of sin,
The ground's unbearable heat as its inhabitants crawl!
No light in sight!
The sinners whose temptation washed over them could not win,
They couldn't even count the seconds until their bodies would break and spirits would fall!
Halls of hell filled with screams of agony and cries for death's sweet release,
But they would go unheard from the walkers of the corridors, whose lust for pain knew no bounds!
Angels or Demons it mattered not as they would string up their victims piece by piece,
The Cenobites they were called, plenty abound!
Shapes and forms, each grotesque and filled with unending temptations and desires,
There was but one who lead them all with his authority and power!
A former solder of blood shedding war, with countless nightmares of comrades lost and deafening calls of ceasefires,
He was now but a loyal servant to malevolent God, who would do all to devour!
Clad in black, drenched in blood, and with the unforgettable pins nailed into his head,
His sight was one to behold with many different emotions; fear, respect, forbidden hopes and dreams!
Comparisons with the Father's son could be blasphemous, he laughed at the thought of Christ's wine and bread,
But there was no denying the one called Xipe Totec was supreme!