(Disclaimer: Just so you know the Hellraiser franchise, characters, the Nosferatu font, nor the title "Heaven's a Lie" do NOT belong to me!! They are copyright to their respective owners and artists...this is a work of FICTION to satisfy my own twisted need to write creepy fanfic....please don't sue me...because...you won't get much...^_^)
(Summary: When Natasha Devilin recieves the "Lament Configuration" she calls forth our favorite Cenobite...Will this be her end....or a new beginning?)
((This could become a series...though I am not sure)
Sitting in the darkened corner of her room, Natasha Devilin was idly tracing a finger over the intricate puzzle box her mother had sent her from India as a birthday present...the faint strains of some sort of dark, mystic tribal music lilting from her stereo on her dresser. Her long reddish black hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she was clad only in a pair of silk pajama bottoms and matching albeit threadbare camisole top. Her index finger...the nail adorned with crimson polish and an upside down cross decal worked in a circle over the largest circle on the box's surface. Suddenly, without warning, the box jerked itself from Natasha's grasp backing up a bit she watched in horrorified fascination as the box manipulated itself and finally came to rest on the floor...suddenly her closet door blew from it's hinges and an eerie blue light filled the room...and her senses were assaulted by the overwhelming odor of leather vanilla and decay.
Turning her head slowly she watched....shivering with a mingled sense of fear and anticipation, as a man...clad solely in black leather stood bathed in the eerie light...taking a deep breath Natasha spoke...though she did not reckognize her own voice...
"Who..What...are you?" She asked meekly....
The man seemed to smile darkly as he reached out a pale hand...his thumb and smallest finger wrapped in leather, and slowly traced the curve of her cheek.
"That is not important child.." He paused a moment...as his fingers tangled in Natasha's hair...forcing her to look up into his pin filled countenance.
"What is important...is the fact that you opened the box....I came..and now...we are going back together..."
Trembling violently...her hand wrapped around his wrist..Natasha spoke softly....
"Going....G...Going where?"
Pinhead fought to keep from laughing evilly, though a faint snicker slipped from barely parted lips...
"Why to Hell....of course!"
Natasha screamed in terror as Pinhead hurled Natasha to her feet and dragged her to the open gate way...the puzzle box laying forgotten in the center of the room.....
The End....For Now
(I know it's lame...but it's a first attempt at Midnight with an extreme lack of caffeine....forgive me....*puppy dog look* please?)