Free
The Leader of Cenobites was a very locked up and contained creature.
All the anger and hurt that had built up from his painful final years as a human being had been repressed through eternity serving Leviathan, and he was indefinitely leashed to the Lament Configuration without a way out unless someone unsealed the schism.
But memories of his humanity, of his tragic past, had faded the longer this existence dragged on. He'd come to believe he'd been the creature he was from the very beginning of life itself, and had never been human...until she had revealed the truth to him one fateful day.
Kirsty Cotton had bravely confronted him, showing him evidence of his past life. She had thrust an old vintage photo into his hands, a photo of a human soldier...a photo of him as he had been before this life.
For the first time in aeons, or it certainly felt like aeons to him, he was free. His soul was set free, anger and hurt unleashed, thanks to this one delectable if brave human girl.
Now, years following on from that moment, from his death and rebirth, he longed for her to set him free once more...but not from his entrapment of lost human memories. Oh no, he would never forget the life he had once lived, and for that he'd be extremely thankful to Kirsty.
No. He wanted to be set free, to be unleashed from his bonds. He wanted her to unlock the schism between this realm and Earth so he could have her soul...and in return he would give her his own.