imma: (Pinhead)
imma ([personal profile] imma) wrote2007-04-19 06:05 am

Pinhead ficlet - Retreat

The darkness folded around his body, a comfortable and familiar black. Here, in his home, the real world retreated to a dim well of whispers, in his mind and his ears.

Pinhead smiled, unseen in the dark, and stroked his fingers along the wellknown lines of his robe. A gesture not unlike that of smoothing out wrinkles. But these robes would never wrinkle, never grow ... old. They were part of him now, connected almost as closely to his body, his flesh, as they had once been to others'.

A low chuckle sounded as he remembered their sacrifice and the wonderful hours he'd spent relishing it.

"What amuses you, my love," Merkova's husky voice sounded near his right ear. He felt a cool finger ghost over his lips, as if sensing his smile instead of seeing it.

"Sacrifices, my sweet lady," he answered, knowing nobody would hear it. Only here she would come to him, a wisp of cool sensuality, spiritied cruelty, deadly beauty. Only here he would remember pleasures long gone, lost to foolish humans, following a foolish Goddess on a crusade of mistaken salvation.

Only here ... in Hell.