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Pinhead ficlet - The home of my dreams
The endless hallways of the labyrinth disappeared in the ghostlike mist of distance, as Pinhead scanned his realm, his home.
It was not his of course, the towering shape of his Lord was an ovewhelming proof of that. And also the screams and moans of those forever lost in the bowels of hell, reminded him this was not only his.
But it dwelt forever in his dreams, glittering with the memories of pleasure he had encountered and given here. Slick and hot with the blood of devotees and heretics, of sadists and masochists, of slaves and masters, of artists and murderers, of virgins and whores, of the beggars and the princes, of the dead ... and the living.
Home and the sharp dreams that sliced through his subconscious mind held only that, when he allowed his body the rest he did not truly need.
Pinhead smiled, and closed his eyes in reverence as the black gaze of Leviathan slid over him and revealed the deepest and darkest of his desires. Ah yes ... it was good. It was home.
It was not his of course, the towering shape of his Lord was an ovewhelming proof of that. And also the screams and moans of those forever lost in the bowels of hell, reminded him this was not only his.
But it dwelt forever in his dreams, glittering with the memories of pleasure he had encountered and given here. Slick and hot with the blood of devotees and heretics, of sadists and masochists, of slaves and masters, of artists and murderers, of virgins and whores, of the beggars and the princes, of the dead ... and the living.
Home and the sharp dreams that sliced through his subconscious mind held only that, when he allowed his body the rest he did not truly need.
Pinhead smiled, and closed his eyes in reverence as the black gaze of Leviathan slid over him and revealed the deepest and darkest of his desires. Ah yes ... it was good. It was home.