Their lives as humans

This story is going to feature of what the human lives of the four original cenobites were before they got changes and what changes they went through after opening the box. This is purely speculation as I have read different stories for each of the cenobites and all differed from one another. I don't own hell raiser or the characters. Now on to the first guy.

It was quiet within the Labyrinth all that existed within this section of Hell was Leviathan. The giant spinning diamond humming and emitting black jets from time to time. No one could say exactly how long it had been there. Speculation was that it had been there in the time before time already anchient and old. However it knew of the first one it would change into a cenobite. (sure there was chatter beast the very first of its creations but the thing even though it was a cenobite…it had gone through many modifications to make it resemble what it was today. A dog like beast. Leviathan needed something of more intelligence to keep things in order. And it found what it was looking for.

1930 America

Captain Elliott Spencer sat alone in his decrepit appartment bored with life and the things it had to offer. Nothing surprised him anymore. He fingered the box that was given to him by a transient that promised the box would give him pleasures beyond his wildest dreams…the ultimate thrill. At first Elliott was skeptical but he figured he had nothing else to loose. Even though something in the pit of his stomach warned him against opening said box he decided that it couldn't hurt. At one time the rational compassionate side of him would have refused such a gift passing it off as folly if not dangerous.

Eliott had seen too many horrors unleashed in the war to really give a shit to be honest. Atroceties commited by the enemy against his own and even against their own. Men vivisected alive and some even skinned. Hooks and chains embedded in their skins then forcibly removed. And as time went on he seemed to almost enjoy it. The suffering of others whom deserved it. Those who brought pain to others deserved to be in pain themselves…and this box was the key.

Elliott had gotten the box as a gift being told it was his….it always was. But he was rather disgruntled. After serving his country and saving lives while thwarting the enemy he was dismissed. It wasn't because he was disloyal or anything…it was because he was too compassionate towards the enemy. He made sure the prisoners under his care were treated with respect and decency as long as they did not try and escape and they cooperated with their captors. Other members of his platoon would have gladly killed the captors regardless of age, or gender. His superiors dismissed him because of this. For showing kindless. Fuck them. Fuck them all.

He worked the puzzle finding it surprisingly easy to solve. In the dimly lit room he was in the puzzle flew out of his hands and onto the floor solving the rest of itself. As a curious Elliott leaned forward to take a better look he found four hooks fly up and attatch themselves to his face while several more embedded themselves into his skin pulling him into the box. "FUUUUUCCK!" Elliott yelled in pain. What came next was what could be described as pain and pleasure indivisible.

Darkness

Darkness. Darkness all around him is all he knew. At first he wondered if he was dead. The question was answered when he felt his head being shaved and grid like cuts being made all over his exposed cranium. He gritted his teeth in pain as the marks were made and gone over again and again. Then he felt another white hot bolt of pain as pins were hammered into his bleeding skull and over his face. At the same time he felt something slam into his arms sucking out his life blood and replacing it with a vile substance as his clothing were removed and he was given new attire.

His chest was cut into stripping away two separate layers of flesh exposing muscle on his right and left side. The rest of his new attire was attached to his body. Elliott tried desperately to hold onto what he had slipping away from him…but his dark half was winning over. Now the pain was gone the pleasure came next. As the final touches to his creation began he found himself moaning in pleasure. Yes..the box did deliver after all. When it was done he felt the box he was in rise up and the door open to let him back out.

He came out into his new bleak dark world curiously and turned to stare at the spinning diamond; his lord and master. He knelt down on one knee in prayer and thanksgiving. He no longer remembered his human life…for he was now Xipe Totec. Favored Son of Leviathan, Dark Pope of Hell. He was tasked with finding three more subordinates to aid in the capture of sould