"I never stopped loving you..." the voice whispered, causing Pinhead to awaken with a start. The few moments of rest allowed to the demon were filled with scenes of pain and torture. Never before had he heard such words in his dreams.

In his past, he had.

Without meaning to, he remembered. The woman, in London. Before the beginning of his fall from grace. What had her name been?

Hannah. Hannah Brody. She had been interested in the occult, as he had, but in the pure natural side, not the dark. They had walked along the Thames the night before he was due to be shipped out, her hand in his, her head on his shoulder, fiery red hair blowing back in the chilled wind. She had pulled away from him, turning towards the dark still waters, her silence frightening him. "What's wrong?" he had asked.

"Promise me you won't leave me." she'd said, her voice cracking. She'd turned, tears standing out on her cheeks in the moonlight. "Promise me."

"But I'm shipping out in the morning. There's nothing I can do."

Her voice was low. "That's not what I mean." she'd murmered, and walked away, leaving him cold and alone, the beginning of a long end. She'd left him. She had.

"But you left me, as well." A voice? Here? In his private chambers? He spun, pulling a crescent-shaped blade from the many at his waist. But there was no one there. There were no shadows, not now. Shadows were not... allowed. Not after Dom- but it did no good to think of her. "You've forgotten our love." Again! He turned, his face twisting. A full circle, convincing him he was alone in his chambers. As it should be.

"This is the way it is to be." he growled to no one in particular.

"But it isn't the way it was supposed to be." Again! He spun, this time, he was NOT alone. A glow, a pale yellow glow, near the door. The glow grew, became as bright as the sun, and the demon shrank away in pain... and fear? What could such a glow bring?

A figure stepped out of the glow. A figure whose contours at one time he had known better than his own. She had not changed. Still slender and lithe, beautiful as the new dawn, fiery red hair cascading around her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled.

"Hannah." his voice cracked, filled with raw emotion so strong it nearly tore his heart in two. Deep in the blackened husk he called his soul, a voice cried her name. A tiny light, remembering their love.

There were tears in those big green eyes, and her lower lip trembled. "What have they done to you?" she whispered.

He had no words. Guilt blossomed in him like a strange new flower. "I did it to myself."

Her shoulders shook with repressed sobs. "I never stopped loving you. Why did you stop loving me?"

"I forgot. What it was to love anything."

She stepped forward. He stepped away, not wanting to feel her searing touch. "I don't want to lose you again."

"The man who loved you no longer exists." Pinhead said with finality, trying to convince himself more than her.

She smiled, a horrid, sad smile. "If he was gone," she whispered, "I never would have found you." Her voice all but disappeared. "I still love you."

"I love nothing."

"Truly?"

Those green eyes pierced him, to his very soul. To that voice, that tiny light. The part of him that was still human. The part of him who still loved her, who had never stopped. He felt something wet on his face. He reached up, past the piercings, to his cheek. A tear? Demons do not cry. But- was that what he was? Or something more. He remembered Joey. Who had sent him back to hell. But not Pinhead the demon, his human half as well. He was a synthesis, human and demon. Light and darkness. Love and hate? "I remember."

"Do you understand what I meant?" she asked. The glow behind her pulsed, Pinhead knew she could not stay long. She had defied Death, stayed young, to find him, to rekindle their love. But why?

"I can't be with you. Not now."

She closed her eyes for a moment. Then, "I know. But do you understand what I meant?"

He HAD NOT stopped loving her. Part of him had never stopped. He had never left her. "I understand."

"Then say it."

"I- " he could not. Hell would not allow it. But... "still love you." The Black Diamond screamed, and the unreality cracked. But it held.

"We will be together again. Someday, we will. Your love is still pure, after all this time. When your life is at an end, we will be together." She began to fade. "Because I still love you-" she was nearly gone, "-and I won't let you go." Her last words her but a whisper, but the pierced Pinhead to his core. And he was alone again. But now it wasn't so comforting.

The light shimmered, and the attractive redhead stepped out into a warm inviting room, a far cry from the dank pit she had just returned from. She stepped forward, reaching to touch the frail woman seated before her. "He still loves you, Grandma."