Author's note: This fic will definitely tie into a possible 2nd fanfic called Hellraiser: Infestissumam if you are interested, pm me.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: Child loss, Mention of abortion, Creepy uncle trope.

Prime Mover- (noun) A person or establishment that is chiefly responsible for the creation or execution of a plan or project. An initial natural or mechanical source of motive power.

Clad in cloak, Secretive nun

Bearing the Old One's bastard son

It was five o'clock AM and Kirsty felt another kick from her womb. She was about five months along now and it wasn't getting any easier for her. The child within her had been very active as of late.

Those five months she had been away from him. It was like a deep void had been left within her. She longed for his touch, his monotone, but comforting voice, imploring the sweetest of absolute nothings.

God dammit.

This wasn't supposed to be this way. She was not supposed to be melancholy over a man like Julia was. She was supposed to be strong willed, like she always was. She had learned a long time ago that relying on a man would only bring a total letdown. She never ever needed a man to make her feel whole. She learned that at the age of twelve, when her own daddy couldn't be arsed to pay more than an hour towards her. He was a good ol' boy who never focused on feelings, so she couldn't blame him completely. That was the job of her mother, and when she was murdered, he didn't know what to do except make his delicious hamburger pie, the only thing he was good at cooking.

Then came her first boyfriend Steve. He was charming, funny, anything and everything you would want in a perfect boyfriend. As far as she was concerned then, she had already mentally planned their white wedding, the white picked fence, how many babies she would give him, the entire nine yards. The thing was, he never knew about her past pains, aside from her mother's death, but even then. He certainly showed he her how much he could handle when he just left her in the Channard Institute without another word. Fuck him, she hadn't a damn thing to say to him.

Kyle McRae was nicer, more compassionate and understanding, despite working for a sociopathic doctor. But he was more like a band aid on a burn wound than anything, really. The second he fell to Julia's charm and hand, she knew she had to do everything herself, she only had to also worry about a young girl, known only as Tiffany.

But Pinhead, as she jokingly referred to him as in his absence, despite his protests, as well as the rest of his Gash. They all held down the fort as they battled the cenobitified Dr. Channard to their bitter ends. All to protect them both. She would apologize to all four of them profusely from then on, even though none of them regretted their choices.

Oh no, she thought. The hormones were acting up again as tears poured down her face.

As for Tiffany herself, even after she was adopted, they maintained contact. One time, in the few times she had the courage to speak, mainly to her, she confessed about her crush on Kirsty. That was perfectly fine by her. Unfortunately, it was short lived as the communication slowly but surely waned until she came across her obituary in the paper. One of the victims of a serial killer known as the Engineer.

After that was just one night stands from then on until Trevor entered her life stage right.

Trevor Gooden. He was a man she would rather forget about. Their marriage was already in shambles even though she hadn't quite realized it yet at the time, but the work she did in an attempt to preserve what she once vowed was one sided. But when an old family attorney notified that she received an inheritance from both her father and her uncle, it was like a switch flipped within him.

A harder kick from the baby jolted her into the present as she realized she had to go pee. Again.

"You gotta be kidding me." She whispered to the unborn baby as she made another trip to the toilet.

A varicose phallus obsessed an' poised her

Cast a veil of dusk upon the cloister

She could remember every single detail of that night like it was yesterday. It all started with one of their sex sessions. His thick, veiny, throbbing cock leaking semen, much to her excitement. Not only that, that same cock grinding against her inner walls, driving her to an ecstatic orgasm before coming inside of her. She would fall asleep right next to him. When he departed back to Hell, it was like he had taken a part of her with him, and left a part of himself with her.

Her heart fluttered in her chest whenever her thoughts drifted there.

The signs were normal enough. Only some fatigue, morning sickness, and a missed period. She bought one of those take home tests just to make sure. Just as was promised, she had become pregnant with his hellspawn.

His. Child.

Kirsty would be lying if she claimed to have no anxieties about the pregnancy.

Truth be told, this wasn't the first time she had been pregnant with anyone's child. The very first time, she told her father that she was gonna go on a field trip with friends for a couple days, when in fact, she was going to a nearby clinic. As he was busy planning his honeymoon with Julia, he never even noticed. Or even bothered to find out later that his brother basically trapped her in the church basement literally minutes after the "I do's". The aftermath of the procedure, she felt nothing but relief, but no one ever knew.

Years later, the one night stands brought temporary consolation that she was fuckable, at least in her mind. She had always had protection at hand, so it was near impossible to have another accident. Emphasis on near. As in one day, she had taken all the necessary precautions and it still happened. The result was the very first child to come from her genes, Adam Laurence Cotton.

Adam was a small, feeble one. A cruel trick from whomever was up above, if there was such one. For six months, he was a healthy, smiling, babbly little thing. No signs, no warnings, nothing. One night, he simply closed his eyes and never woke back up again. The nights were filled with stricken grief after that. With time, it gradually faded into the back of her mind.

Then came the twins Kyle Elliott and Theo Rory Gooden. The way she had seen it, they never even had a chance. It started out as a healthy pregnancy. Both she and Trevor we're excited about this time, as there hadn't seemed to be any bad omens. Everything was near perfect.

Or so it was thought.

In the middle of the night, she woke up for a glass of water. She hadn't noticed the red spot on her pants until it started growing and expanding, until she slipped and fell, not injuring herself, but that, coupled with gradually feeling extremely faint to the point of passing out and heavy, painful cramping warranted a trip to the emergency room. And the blood, oh god, the blood. They both wept for the loss, but unfortunately, that was the last time Trevor showed any type of concern for her.

After the losses of Adam, Kyle, and Theo, Kirsty never thought that she would ever have a living child. Well, not until now. But even then, she lives in fear for making the wrong move.

Prime Mover, Maternal slave

With child of her grave

Kirsty jolted awake from another nightmare. It was so surreal. She was about to go into labor and she was bleeding heavily, like the child was clawing its way out of her.

After catching her breath, she turned on her side to look at her alarm clock.

It was 4:30 AM.

"Shit! Again?" She cussed herself out.

Ever since she found out that she had a child growing within her, these nightmares increased tenfold, and had become progressively more intense the later the trimester. Waking life was no more merciful. Intrusive thoughts about bygone times memoriam invaded her mind as of late. She knew that something had to be done about the stress surrounding her thoughts. She hated being told that she was not alone because she truly was. That is, unless they went through literal Hell with Cenobites too. But she dare not say so, in fear of being locked up yet again with another tyrannical doctor.

She felt another kick.

"Alright.." She sighed as she made a trip to the kitchen.

After a moment with some birthday cake ice cream, some fried mushrooms, and V8 juice, she decided on some changes that absolutely had to happen in her life if she was to do right by the child.

For starters, making a family photo album, which would take extensive research, but it would be a chance to find out where she came from. Also, find out if she has any cousins or extended relatives from her mother's side, and potentially reach out to them. Definitely, she would purchase a few diaries, because if there's any nonjudgmental form of getting things off of her chest, it's a diary. Be on the lookout for a support system was the next thing on her list.

For once in the entirety of her life, she felt a sense of hope, energy to go on, not that it wasn't there before, but still, things seemed to look up. The wave of euphoria washed over her like a tidal wave.

Of course, all of these things would have to wait until morning, as Kirsty felt tiredness take over herself once again.

Mother, filth in her womb

Father, waiting in tomb

Sathanas, Anti-Christ, Spiritus non sancti

The rest of the night went without interruption.

Morning appeared with the sun shining brightly upon Kirsty. She sat down to meditate, closing her eyes, letting her thoughts all melt away and letting peace and quiet overtake her senses...

All of a sudden, she was startled awake by her television turning on out of nowhere. What was playing just happened to be a history segment on Aztec mythology. Those few seconds were littered with elaboration on the flayed God Xipe Totec.

"The fuck do you want now?" Kirsty blared, clearly annoyed.

Years earlier, she would've thought that signs like that one, such as number patterns, colors, and such were just mere coincidences, but she knew better now.

"Now now Kirsty. That is no way to talk to the father of you child." A certain familiar voice chastised. He continued. "You manifested a desire for my presence, so here I am."

"But I don't have the box."

"You don't need the box. You have left your imprint upon the barriers between Hell and Earth. I have not answered your call earlier, as I had... Other matters to attend to."

She mentally cursed for emotionally immersing herself hook, line and sinker. He knew how to say the right things at the right times. He pushed every button to see what made her tick.

"Stand up, close your eyes and you'll sense my presence." He urged.

Kirsty did as she was told and the atmosphere changed drastically to a cold energy. As if she were freezing, but yet, she wasn't. The familiar murky warmth in the form of a masculine, but yet unisex figue enveloped her own. The cold metal grazed her forehead, leaving her excited and mentally begging for more of his touch. The baby kicked in protest.

"I see the little one has quite the spirit."

His essence soon faded, leaving her in her living room again. When she opened her eyes, she had the tv remote in her hand.

Selected heir, Machinery insect

The bloodline of the dark architect

It was a very hectic couple of weeks afterward with the baby continually growing...

She bought a large photo album to put the pictures in her possession. As predicted, it was a lot of work looking for the records of her bloodline reaching as far back as possible. Though she managed to find a few interesting tidbits, such as a distant relation to the LeMarchands.

It was very exciting to list each ancestor and put their pictures in the album. By the time it was her family's turn for their pictures, it felt like having to endure painful memories again. Not her grandfather, as he passed before she was born, but her grandmother, whom she felt cared more about her younger son's (Kirsty's uncle) feelings rather than her safety, which made her sick to her stomach.

She hadn't looked at any photos of her mother or father since their passing. What would she be able to say to them? She felt like she failed their legacies in a way. It was true, Kirsty was not to blame for their deaths, but the life choices she made? She was ashamed enough as it is. Another thing was, she had contemplated whether or not to include photos from her father's second wedding.

Speaking of which, her maternal relatives were so few. Both grandparents were passed in her mother's youth. She had only one granduncle and grandaunt, also both passed, from there, she had only two first cousins, one was passed, unmarried with no children, and another had one son, both disappeared without a trace years ago, and frankly, a dead end. That ended there.

After that, Kirsty searched for her lost cousins. Frank was a man who slept around, with no intention of starting a family, so she knew that there had to more than one. Despite her lowest opinion of him, hopefully this wasn't the case for any potential cousins. Sure enough, she found four of them. One man, three women. Their names were Leslie Dan, Bridgette, Vicky, and Rajani.

Leslie Dan came first. Until he was found out to have a lengthy criminal record, Kirsty had some hope that there would be something, especially since he had kids, but it was not to be. The crimes he was convicted of, she didn't want that around her baby. Okay, next up was Bridgette. Unmarried and no children. Lived in the ghettos. That was fine, Kirsty was never one to judge appearances. There was only one problem though. Bridgette died a couple years before in a car accident. There was even a photo of her grave. Dammit.

Then it was Vicky's turn. She had a family of her own, no criminal record, seemed to have it all together. Kirsty gave her a call in order to find out what she was like. Vicky seemed interested the whole time until Kirsty brought up her uncle's name, to which Vicky abruptly hung up on her, only to call back to tell her not to call her again in the rudest voice ever. Fuck her then. Last but not least was Rajani. She was much more genial to Kirsty when she called her. A very spiritual woman she was, and very welcoming too. There was no ifs ands or buts about it. However, Kirsty felt like an outsider and a stranger. More underwhelming than what she expected. This was clearly going nowhere.

At least she had the option of finding a support group.

Toxic blood of not known birth

Anti-Christ will walk the earth

Kirsty was now seven months along. At any moment, she felt like she could burst.

The hormones were coming in full force. She felt as if she was all alone in this world. Not only that, but once she was gone, her child will face the weight of the world all alone as well. The baby wasn't even born yet and she already felt like she failed them.

She felt like she was in... Hell?

No, not Hell. She knows the inner workings of Hell, it was not Hell. Purgatory? Limbo? Absolutely not, this was much, much worse. It was more along the lines of a mental, figurative prison she had yet to break out of, if at all.

As she stood up from her chair, she felt a chill from the pit of her pants, as if it were a wet stain. She turned around and seen red.

Lots of red.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Kirsty shouted to absolutely no one.

No! No! No!

This cannot happen again! She had already grieved Adam and Kyle and Theo! Not another one, not again! Not ever, ever again!

The blood stain on her pants kept getting bigger and bigger. Kirsty sprinted in tears out of her apartment, followed by a trail of blood not watching her step until she slipped and hit her head.

An older woman exited her flat room to see what all the commotion was about. Immediately seeing the blood, she phoned the paramedics while staying with her until they took her away.

Kirsty faded in and out of consciousness all the while.

Our child is still alive...

Unfortunately, that did not help any, and she drifted into sleep.

Prime Mover, Maternal slave

Prime Mover, Maternal slave

With child of her grave

Kirsty woke up from the blurry depths of unconsciousness. The fluorescent lights blared her vision.

"Ms. Cotton? Are you with us?" A mysterious voice belonging to a woman called.

"Wh-where am I?" She asked, her voice hoarse.

"You're in a hospital." That same voice, revealed to belong to a blonde haired nurse in blue scrubs answered. The nurse continued. "You had quite a fainting spell-"

"My baby! What happened to my baby?" Kirsty panicked.

"Your baby is perfectly fine. She's strong and healthy as ever." The nurse reassured.

"She?"

"Oh yes, we had to find out your baby's gender. Sorry it was gonna be a surprise for you."

"It's alright. I don't care as long as she's okay. Not like I'm ever gonna throw a gender reveal party any time soon. I don't even have any friends." Kirsty chuckled.

"Alrighty then, my name is Ronnie Caulfield. I will be your friend then." The blonde nurse, now named Ronnie chirped.

"Thank you. I needed it badly."

"No problem. If there is absolutely anything you need. I will be here for you twenty four seven. We all need each other." Ronnie assured Kirsty.

Ronnie continued as she pulled out a small piece of paper. "Here's my number if you ever need anything. Even if it's just someone to talk to..."

Kirsty took the paper from her hands. "Thank you." Tears welled up in her eyes as Ronnie gave her a hug.

"Would you like to see a picture of your daughter?" Ronnie asked.

"I'd like that very much." Kirsty answered.

Ronnie pulled out a grainy ultrasound picture, and Kirsty knew then and there that no matter what happens, she will love the baby, and if anything or anyone tries anything stupid, woe behold them.

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-RavenNoJutsu