My muse has been kicking in again.
Pinhead opened his eyes feeling tired and yet so satisfied at the same time. He'd done it. He finally laid down and took the goddess for his own.
Propping himself up, he turned and looked at his sleeping lover. It had been a long month. Because of his actions, he was forced to receive a thousand lashes at the hands of his god. The never ending pain with no pleasure was enough to make him insane. And then he had to offer up a thousand souls. He worked tirelessly to please his lord and he did.
All the while, he thought of his beloved Kirsty. He thought of how beautiful she looked the last time he saw her and knew that he had to keep her safe.
Even though his god kept tabs on him, even he couldn't see what was happening in the human world. Pinhead had decided it was time to meet with a couple of old acquaintances. Some very old angels that he had dealt with in the past. He had asked for their help in exchange for a few favors. A deal was struck between them and he knew that they would come through.
Pinhead allowed his fingers to weave themselves in her hair. Such a passionate night for them. He had given her sweet pain and pleasure. There were some dried blood smears across her stomach. He was sure he had a few himself. Who knew that she was such a passionate creature. Her moans had urged him on. Her nails had raked across his form. She had allowed him into her secret garden and allowed him to sample it. To taste her forbidden fruit and he wanted more.
An exquisite female she was. Her body had molded to his perfectly as if she was made for him. And he never saw anything so beautiful in his eternity. He knew that he was in love, but he also knew that he couldn't admit it. If he did, then he would be showing weakness. And if he appeared weak...
No, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Not now. Not ever.
The Pinned One pulled her closer to him and laid back down for more rest. Allowing himself what sleep he could for his big plan for he knew that there was only one way for him to keep her safe.
And he would by overthrowing Hell, his god, Leviathan.
Leviathan waited patiently for the Heaven's messenger to arrive. If he got his way, he would soon have a cenobitic daughter to rule alongside his son. And then from there he would initiate phase two.
A flutter of wings told him that his council was arriving. Four of the Holy Angels appeared before him with their glorious light. Their pale gold wings flapping brightly from an unknown light source.
They were known as Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Orielle. The most loyal and trusted servants of the Great Creator.
"We have come on our Lord's behalf to hear of your plight Leviathan." Michael said.
"Indeed you have. We must discuss what has happened as of late. As you may know, a mortal woman was taken here and made into a wife of one of my kind."
"Then that should be good news." Gabriel said in a rather mocking tone. It wasn't a surprise that the Angels and the Cenobites didn't get along.
"No, for the mortal was taken against her will and has not been made into one of us. She has no desire for our world and yet she has a strange desire for my son." Leviathan continued as if he didn't hear Gabriel. As far as he was concerned he was going to gain approval for them to make her into a more powerful cenobite.
One that would overthrow his son and all of the Heaven's above.
It was Orielle's turn to speak then. "If a mortal is in love with a cenobite then there is nothing we can do about it. However, you said that she was taken against her will. How can she be in love and yet not come willingly?"
"Because, she didn't love him at first. But now she is falling for him. Allowing her desires to come to the surface. I fear that if this continues then she will upset the balance between humans and cenobites. You know that we don't allow humans to be taken against their will. They must first have a desire to be here in order to come here. They must open the box in order to seal our pact." Leviathan reasoned.
"And yet when they want to turn down your offer you take them anyway." Raphael countered.
"Only the truly destined to come here can open the box and be taken here. If they are truly innocent, then they are free to go. If not then they must come with us."
"But in the case of the mortal here that wasn't true. She was innocent but became tainted because of her exposure to you. You know that all who come in contact with a cenobite or this place will become a very tainted soul." Michael said.
Here was what Leviathan was waiting for. He paused for a moment of silence as if he was pondering over what information he was given. Just a few more words and he would hear that they would give him permission to do what he wanted.
"Well since you put it that way I guess I'll just have to have her turned." Leviathan said with a fake heavy hearted sigh. As far as he was concerned he'd won.
"Not so fast Leviathan." Commanded Michael knowing that this was what he wanted all along. "We shall tell our Lord and he can decide what fate the girl has."
If the floating diamond could scowl he would have. But he knew that he would have to play the consenting card in order to gain their favor.
"Oh very well then. I suppose she might have a second chance."
"Yes she just might." Challenged Raphael.
Another flurry of wings and the Angels were off to tell the Great One above what they knew. They knew that their suspicions were confirmed. Leviathan was up to something and it had to do with the girl. It was strange to think that there would be so much fuss over one soul, but if Leviathan wanted to play like he was bothered by it then they would play his game.
"It would seem that that pinned one was right. He is up to something." Orielle called to the others.
"Our Lord already knows that, we just hope that the right decision will be made." Gabriel said in reply to Orielle.
Hope was right. Her fate and the entire world's depended on the Great One's decision.
Kirsty awoke feeling sore and yet so...fulfilled.
She noted that she was wrapped in the sheets with her lover holding her close to him. The sex had been the best she ever had! But then again it wasn't every day that you slept with the master of pleasure and pain.
And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She had slept with him! Had willingly let him have his way with her! Oh God what was she thinking!?
As carefully and yet as quickly as she could she left his arm and now sat away from him with the sheet partly wrapped around her. Of course he wasn't naked. But then again his clothes were more or less stitched into him anyway.
The night's events replayed in her mind like some horrible film. Oh God what had she done? She had slept with the enemy. She went back on her vow and slept with him.
She shifted a little and thought about her predicament. What if she had gotten pregnant? What if she was carrying a child right now? Then her fate was horribly etched into stone wasn't it? She would never be able to leave here then. If she was pregnant now she would probably be nursing a little boy or girl soon. Or, given her circumstances, she would probably birth a monster.
A shudder ran down her spine at the thought. A baby that was mutated and disfigured. One that would be condemned to be here and hate her for all eternity. She prayed to god that she wasn't pregnant and promised herself that she wouldn't be swayed by the demon before her.
'I need a bath.' Kirsty thought as if she could wash away her problem with water.
The room was pitch black. The only thing she could make out was the total darkness that surrounded her. But judging by her demonic husband sleeping in the bed, she could probably judge where her wardrobe was.
Getting up slowly and quietly, she silently padded off to the side and felt her way up from the bed. From there she navigated her way until she found the desk. That meant that she was close. A little to her right would be her vanity. And beyond that his wardrobe then hers. She made her way to the vanity all the while clutching her sheet to her. She winced a little as a stray bottle of perfume tinkled and she held her breath for a moment.
When she heard nothing more than the strange guttural sounds he was making, she moved beyond that. She soon found her door to her wardrobe and pulled it open. Feeling inside she brushed against something metal. Frowning a little she roved her hand to another spot and felt some kind of fabric. It felt like an oily canvas which was odd.
She moved her hand a little bit more until she felt something pierce her hand. She gave a surprised squeak of pain and an even more surprised scream when the lights suddenly came on.
The noises had stopped and she held her hand to her mouth, sucking a little on her hand that was now bleeding. Her husband had awakened he was not pleased.
"And just what are we up to child?" His voice was dead calm, but his eyes were telling her that he was mad. Not even mad, furious was more like it.
"Something attacked me in my wardrobe!" Kirsty spat accusingly at him.
"Oh really? Are you sure that's yours?" Again there was menace in his voice.
"Just look-" Kirsty started until she turned around. To her horror she realized that she had opened the wrong one. In her hurry to become clothed again, she had opened the door to his wardrobe. To confirm it, her blood was dripping from a small knife and onto the floor.
And then she saw it. The portrait that she had seen a long time ago. It was her. Albeit a much more haunted look was on the fake her.
"But I thought-" She sputtered.
A hand grasped her throat and squeezed a little. A wild minute later she was sailing through the air and landed with a soft thump onto the bed. She scrambled to sit up and was panting with fear. Her eyes met his as he searched hers from across the room. Trying to decipher if she was lying or not. The air was tense and almost smothering before he relaxed a little. He closed the door and locked it.
"It would seem that I was rather careless the other day." He said simply.
Kirsty closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. A small bit of anger rushed through her but it was soon replaced with curiosity. The question was dare she ask it? Should she ask why he had a painting of her or where he had gotten it?
"If you must know it's not a portrait of you. It is of Persephone. Although, there is a striking resemblance between the both of you."
He had read her mind again. Kirsty opened her eyes and was startled to find his face a mere inches away from hers. A blush appeared on her cheeks when the memories surfaced of the encounter between the two. A knowing smirk was sent her way.
"Are you inviting me in again Kirsty?" He asked in a rather smug tone.
"No! I shouldn't even have done it in the first place!" She retorted.
"And why not? We are, after all, husband and wife. There is nothing wrong with our joining together. There was nothing sinful about it." He urged on, beginning to become eager for her once again.
Kirsty swallowed hard in her throat. "What if I'm pregnant?"
A soft kiss was planted on her lips in response. "You're not."
A few more kisses followed and they were getting heated. Kirsty's flesh became eager for his touch once more. All reason flew out the window and she let herself drown in the sensation he was creating. She was aching for him again.
"The question is do you want a child?" Pinhead whispered to her softly.
Kirsty didn't answer him. She just wanted more touches and the sweet sweet pain he brought with him. He would leave her to ponder his proposal later. Right now, he needed to tend to his wife's needs. And right now she needed him and all the exquisite pain he could give her.