The candles gleamed in the darkness sending sweeps of light across the room. The black walls were illuminated briefly revealing ritualistic symbols scrawled on them. Barry moved forward slowly, the sweat running down his body. In the centre of the room, drawn out in human blood, lay a large pentagon, each point holding a burning cross. He stank of fear, he knew that. But this had to be done, he had been chosen, he had been given this honour. His brothers would be performing the ceremony at this very moment, waiting for the gateway to be opened. And he was to open it. He slipped his arms from out of his robes and let them fall to the floor, he now stood naked in the candle light, the flames illuminating his skin as they flickered in the darkness. He sat down slowly, in the centre of the pentagon and looked down. There it was. Slowly Barry lifted the puzzle box and examined it. It was beautiful, the patterns seemed to fill his very being with an immense feeling of pleasure. But he still had fear, he knew what would happen, he knew what was being asked of him. But he also knew that when it was over they would be the ones with the power. It was time.

He had lifted the puzzle box. Nabil turned to face his fellow brothers, forming the Circle of Behemoth. "He will soon open the gateway", he stated. The others lit their candles and bowed their heads in silent prayer. Nabil walked to the centre of the circle and drew his blade. Slowly he cut his chest in the shape of the pentagon before opening the ancient text he held in his arms. It was in Latin, that did not matter, it did not need to be understood, merely read. He began to chant.

Barry sat cross legged at the centre of the pentagon the cube held within his hands. Slowly he moved his thumbs around the central pattern, releasing small bursts of energy. He knew what he had to do, he wasn’t opening it, it was opening itself, using his hands as the instruments with which to do it. Slowly the box began to shift, the centre and corners rising up and twisting. Barry felt a chill flow through him, the candles flickered and then went out. A blue light seemed to pierce the walls, coming from some unknown source. The box was solved and the gateway was open. The walls cracked along the sides and split leaving an entrance way filled with gleaming light. Barry could see something. Four shapes were forming, marching forward from the gateway. He could here a loud chattering noise coming at him from out of the darkness. He stood up and looked around, his body beginning to fill with doubt and panic. Then he saw it, the source of the demonic chattering. A Cenobite. It stood there before him, it’s face seemed twisted back, the lips pinned away leaving visible the blood red gums and constantly shaking teeth. The creature stepped forward, raising its hand as Barry backed away. It grabbed his hair and forced its long fingers into his mouth, pinning his tongue. He shuddered and he felt its sickly warm breath on his face, it stank of death. His eyes widened in panic as he saw what else had come for him, two other figures had appeared, one female, a deathly white in colour with a metal wires holding open her neck, the other large and over weight, its stomach burst open. They were all dressed in dark leather, there fingers tipped in blood. He suddenly felt sick thinking of the creature pinning his voice. Then smoke started billowing into the room, surrounding him and the Cenobites. Then he saw it, a fourth shape.

Nabil turned to his fellow brothers, a sly grin beginning to cross his face. "He’s coming".

Barry looked on as the two Cenobites parted and the fourth stepped into the gap in the middle. Spencer. His head was a ghostly white, piercing his skull were razor sharp pins and his eyes, his eyes shone with an evil Barry had never before seen. The lead Cenobite began to speak. "You summoned us, we came." His voice echoed around the room and filled Barry with terror. There was no going back, it was going to happen, all he had to do is be brave and face the pain in order to reach the pleasures. And the powers. The Cenobite continued, "Now you will come with us. You will come and experience our pleasures." The Chattering Cenobite released him and stood away, the others stood back from the corridor of light. He looked around puzzled, the female stared at him as if curious about what he was. "We will begin," she hissed. And then four great chains flew out of the light and hooked onto his flesh. Barry screamed as two more came and grabbed him. He fell backwards screaming as the chains dragged him through the gateway.

Barry had passed through the gateway. Nabil turned to Richie. "It has begun, soon we will have all the powers of hell and Leviathan himself shall fall before us."

"And Behemoth will return to elevate his servants to a higher plain of existence," Richie continued. Nabil turned to look back at the pool of water. In it he saw the Cenobites gather around the puzzle box. Out of the dark he saw a dirty, bearded tramp set forward and take the box. He twisted it shut and the Cenobites vanished leaving no sign they had ever been there. The tramp turned and walked back into the shadows. No matter, thought Nabil, let the Guardian take it, we no longer need the box. He turned back to Richie.

"Have you brought the sacrifice?"

"Of course," Richie replied, "She is prepared." Nabil smiled. Richie was young but he was also dependable. He may have been their newest member but he had proved himself valuable. Behemoth would indeed reward him well, he would reward all of them when it was over.

"Very well, we will begin." Nabil climbed the ladder out of the crypt and headed into the house. Richie and the cult followed, dragging Lucy with them. They crept into the room which only a few minutes ago and held a gateway to hell. Nabil grabbed Lucy by the hair and through her down.

"Please, let me go!" she wailed, not realising the important part she played. Not that she would understand even if she did know. Nabil stepped forward and drew his blade.

"Barry, by the blood of your sister," he began, seeing the fear creep into the girls eyes, "I summon you back to this world, back to our reality!" He brought the blade down, ignoring the pleading scream and he sunk the knife deep into her skull. He yanked it down, splitting her face in two and sending blood pouring onto the floor. Already it began to seep down into the ground. The rebirth would be soon and, with this resurrection, would come their key to supreme power over life and death. It was the dawn of a new age. An Age of Chaos.

David looked back down at his watch. She was late. He sat down on the steps leading up to the old library and pulled his hood up over his jet black hair. The rain started to pour down heavier and a wind whipped through his clothes. He shuddered. He was in the centre of town, by the main road where he arranged to meet Lucy. She was due about half an hour ago, this worried him as she had never been late before. She’d even ignored her brothers threats of being thrown out the house to be with him.

"This isn’t right," he said to himself. He heard a crash of thunder over head and in seconds the rain shot down like razors. David looked around and dived towards the nearest shop, as he ran he felt the rain smashing down on him with a force strong enough to bruise. He hadn’t seen rain like this in years.

The shop he found himself in wasn’t one he would probably enter by choice. The air smelt of strange, exotic herbs as scented candles burnt down slowly. Tapestry’s lined the walls detailing strange and mysterious patterns. Looking around he saw shelves of old, dusty volumes, glittering crystals and pendants of all shapes and sizes. A tap to his shoulder made him leap forward knocking over a container to marbles. They scattered over the floor. He looked up to see an old women, who’s face was so wrinkled it seemed to have folded over itself several times, wearing long flowing robes and a pattered shawl. "Sorry," he yelped as he picked up the colourful marbles from around the floor, "You startled me."

"That’s O.K," she croaked, her voice was barely audible and her face appeared to crack as she spoke. "It was my fault." David finished picking the marbles he could find up and turned to face her again.

"I really just came in to shelter from the rain," he explained.

"Well," she began, a smile forming, "It looks set to be like that for a while, why don’t you have a look around. While you’re here."

"I suppose…"

"Good, if you find anything you might want, please, just call" she disappeared back into the rear of the shop leaving David, once again, alone. He looked around at the pine wood shelves holding all sorts of strange artefacts. There couldn’t be anything of interest to him hear, he thought. Then he spotted something, sitting at the back of a shelf amongst mosaic kits and mystically themed picture puzzles sat a small dark box, the patterns were elegant, etched into the metal and wooden structure. He gently lifted it down off the shelf and held it in the palm of his hand. It seemed to be some kind of puzzle box, it seemed the kind of thing Barry liked. Barry didn’t like him that much, they had never got on that well but since Lucy was his sister… he could at least attempt to make a peace offering. He turned to call the old women but found her standing there looking up at him, smiling.

"Found something, sir?" she asked.

"Umm, yes, this Puzzle Box. How much is it?"

"How much do you think its worth?" David hesitated, not expecting to be asked a question like that. He didn’t want to say too much, that would be throwing away money but if he said to little… Well he didn’t want to appear cheap. Would she except £5?

"That will do," she grinned, showing her yellow, decaying teeth. David felt sick.

"What will?" he asked as he regained control of his stomach.

"Five pounds," she said, smiling again. Her smile sent ripples up her flesh causing David to look down at the floor. How had she… Never mind, he just wanted to get out of this creepy place. He handed the money over and darted from the shop, it was now that he realised it had stopped raining and now the sun shone down brightly. Since Lucy hadn’t come here he’d go there and at the same time see Barry. As he walked down the rain drenched street, away from the creepy shop he saw an old looking bearded man watching him from a leaking porch. As he passed the man David fished a few coins from his pocket and chucked them down next to him. A few moments later he heard a fluttering sound, turning he saw no sign of the man but the change was left on the steps to the porch. Puzzled, David headed to the Taxi house.

A few hours later David had arrived at Brixton Country Manor House, he paid the driver, giving him a hefty tip, and turned to walk up the twisting garden path. He came to the main gate only to find it locked. That was odd, he thought, it was normally left open in the day. It didn’t matter, Lucy had given him a spare key and so he unlocked the bolt and strode forward. The path leading to the main entrance twisted through a maze of vegetation. Lucy worked all day to earn a living whilst Barry just wasn’t bothered to keep the garden tidy. As he brushed past a large bush a thorn bit into his arm cutting a deep gash. The blood seeped into his shirt staining it a ruby scarlet. He cursed out loud. David then pulled a hanky from his wallet and wrapped around the wound, that would do for now. He was now quite close to the house, it towered above him. It had over fifty rooms and was three floors high not including the attic or basement. Well, it wasn’t actually a basement, Lucy had explained to him that it had once been a meeting place for some kind of cult, where sacrifices and all that crap were made. He looked up and saw a figure at the window looking down at him. David jumped back shocked before laughing at his own nervousness, people did live in houses after all. He looked up but the figure was gone.

Eventually he came to the large double doors which marked the entrance way into the manor house. He lifted the large knocker, it was shaped in the head of some kind of demon and it always freaked him, and banged loudly and sharply on the door. He waited for a few minutes but no one came. He hadn’t come all this way just to not be let in, he had definitely seen someone at the window. He knocked again but still there was no answer. "I’m not standing here knocking all bloody day," he said to himself. He crept away and headed over to the fountain. Lucy and told him of a route she used to leave the house when Barry was drunk and insisted she had to stay. He would chain the doors shut so she couldn’t leave, David suddenly realised that he didn’t particularly want to make peace with him. Anyway, there was a crypt behind the fountain which held a secret passage to the basement, one that Barry didn’t know about. He’d creep in and try and see what had happened to Lucy, if Barry had hurt in anyway he’d kill him! He reached the fountain and found the entranceway to the crypt, a flight of cold wet stairs welcomed people into this lair of the dead. He creeped down slowly, carefully so as not to fall, until he reached the bottom. When he did he was hit by a stench of rotting compost and decay, for the second time that day he nearly lost his lunch.

About 20 minutes later he had reached the end of the passage way and was about to enter the basement. He push against the slimy stone wall, shifting it slowly outwards until he could fit through the gap. He stepped into the basement and shut the passage behind him and then realised he could smell yet another gut wrenching smell. It smelt of rotting flesh. David felt panic build up inside him, what had he got himself into, he should leave now. No, he had to find Lucy, he had to take her away from here, away from that crazy brother of hers. He darted across the cellar and climbed the stairs. He gripped the door handle and turned. Locked. "Damn it," he hissed to himself. Still, he knew a key was kept down here for when Lucy would sneak back in. He headed back down and started to grope along the wall searching for the light switch. He found it and flicked the switch sending illuminating light across the basement. Then he saw something. And this time he did throw up. In the centre of the room, ripped and shredded, lay a body. He slid closer, his first instinct was to run but he had to know…

He fell to his knees in tears. Lucy, it was Lucy. Lucy. Lucy. Lucy! Lucy! "Bastard!" he yelled out loud, the tears flowing down his cheeks. Barry, barry had killed his own sister, had killed Lucy.

"Barry, you’ll pay for this!" he screamed. What he heard next made him freeze on the spot, fear creeping over him.

"Will I?" David turned, slowly, to see a figure lurking in the shadows. "I don’t think so." David saw him hold up his hand, something seemed wrong with it but he couldn’t make it out in the darkness. But he saw what he was holding, the basement key! He was trapped, trapped down here with a murdering psycho.

"You…you killed her…" was all he could manage to say, but he felt the hatred build up, soon he would release it and attack this mad man, beat his face to pulp and take the key. Then he’d be free, he could go and fetch the police and they could sort it out. But that wouldn’t bring back Lucy… He tensed himself ready to leap forward. But he didn’t. Barry stepped forward into the light and now David saw what was wrong with him; he had no skin! His body was glistening red in the flickering light and the veins pulsed as blood ran through them. If he hadn’t already emptied his stomach he knew he would have been sick again.

"I didn’t kill her," he spoke with a sick kind of charm in his voice, "But her death did allow me to live. And by my returning a new age is dawning. An age of chaos, of nightmares and fears." David didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what was happening. He couldn’t cope, he crashed to his knees sobbing, his mind breaking under the horrors presented before him. He heard a click and a turning, was someone coming to rescue him. He looked up to see hooded men coming down into the basement, there bare chests sporting a twisted symbol, engraved onto their very flesh. Barry, or what ever he had become, carried on. "Pain and suffering are over rated. Real satisfaction comes from the fear, from the loss of hope and eventual loss of mind. For these things feed are master and now he will dine at a banquet of such delights." The priests started to chant, he couldn’t understand it, he didn’t want to understand it, only to be free of this nightmare. He felt for a weapon, all he had were his house keys, wallet and… and the strange puzzle box. As he clasped it a strange force seemed to over take him, he was urged, amongst the scariest situation of his life where he was probably going to die, to solve it. The chanters closed in and now said just one word.

"Behemoth," they chanted, "Behemoth, Behemoth, Behemoth!" it got louder and louder as they closed in. "Behemoth!"

The chanting filled his head, he could hear nothing but the constant repetition of the word ‘Behemoth’, a word that which meant nothing to him. Five priests surrounded him, each chanting and behind them stood Barry, the brother of his girlfriend Lucy. Except, thought David, Lucy is now dead, Barry has no skin and I am about to die. Even though he could hear the drawing of knives he still felt urged to twist the box. And then it happened, energy crackled from the box causing the priests to back away. David didn’t know what the box was but he was sure they were scared of it. "He has the Configuration", he heard someone mutter in the darkness. David stood up and faced Barry as they backed away.

"Don’t do that," Barry hissed as David prepared to twist the raised section and place it in a new position.

"Too late Barry," David spat out with malice. He completed the puzzle. Then he noticed Barry was laughing why was he laughing? "What is it?"

"It was oh to easy," he began.

"Wh…what was?" David asked, a sense of fear building up inside of him. He noticed that the walls seemed to be shining a radiant blue light, it was filling the room. He heard the walls creek and strain.

"David, you don’t understand. You were not meant to understand, merely play your part in this." Barry glared at him and he flinched. The blue light had all but filled the room at this point and a thick smog seeped in through the walls. David could feel his cosy world falling apart, this was reality and a world of peace, love, of families and friends was just an illusion.

"My part in what!" screamed David, he was desperate for answers, "Tell me!"

"A last request?" Barry seemed to be considering, "Your part in the resurrection of our lord. We needed someone not of our group to solve the box, to open the gateway, you served that purpose. It isn’t coincidence, it is your destiny, this is the moment you were born for. Your life is nothing now." The way Barry was so casual, the way this seemed right to him, telling someone they only existed to perform a task, it brought the tears back to David’s eyes.

"No tears, its such a waste of suffering." Everyone in the room froze. Slowly David turned and quickly wished he hadn’t. Where a wall had stood there was nothing but a tunnel of blue light, standing within this tunnel was a figure. A tall male, dressed in dark leather, that was threatening enough, but this…person, had pins stuck into his head, sunk deep into his skull in a regular pattern. Behind him three others arrived, one female, one large male and a creature who did nothing but chatter with his teeth. They stood there and briefly David had the impression of them being some what confused. That was before he collapsed in a manic heap crying and screaming.

Richie watched as the Cenobites entered the room. "Cool". He saw Nabil give him a disapproving look before returning his attention back to the angels of death. The lead Cenobite spoke again.

"What is this?" His voice was deep and full of power. Richie saw Barry step forward and confront the dark lord.

"Your end demon," he stated never breaking eye contact. The creatures began to laugh, except the teethy one, thought Richie, he couldn’t laugh. But he gave the impression of laughing.

"Oh no, I don’t think so. Leave now, we only want the one who solved the box. This is not for you to see." Richie nearly laughed, these powerful Cenobites didn’t have a clue what was happening. Well, it didn’t matter, they’d be dead soon.

"We are not leaving," spoke Barry, "We are all going to hell". Again the Cenobites laughed.

"You cannot, you need to solve the box. And then it is us you will come with."

"But I already have. And now I have escaped you I can come and go as I please. And bring with me whom I please," Barry seemed to be enjoying every moment of his grand moment. The Cenobite seemed to examine him.

"Barry. How can you of got free? No, matter. Your flesh will be ours again."

"And this time, the pleasure will be all ours," the female spoke up, her voice a echoing whine. Suddenly eight hooks flew from the ceiling and cut into Barry’s skin-less form. Richie watched in fascination as Barry was torn apart on the spot.

David felt something damp and warm splash onto his skin. He peeked at it and saw it was blood. He looked up. It was Barry’s blood. Barry was dead. Barry was torn apart. Nothing left but scraps. What? The blood, it seemed to flow from him, to flow to the spot where Barry had once stood.

Barry looked up. He was whole again, his soul snapped back into a repaired body. He was the key, he would unlock the gate to hell and allow Behemoth to return to his kingdom. He smiled in satisfaction at the Cenobites shocked expressions.

"Surprise," he snarled. As his body finished coming back together.

"That is not possible!" roared the Spencer Cenobite.

"It is," Barry enjoyed the moment relishing in the buried hints of fear he could feel in the Cenobites. It would never truly surface but even the minuscule amounts of fear was enough, "For the chosen one of Behemoth." Once again he absorbed the surprise and glimmer of fear of the Cenobites.

"The Fallen God," stated the female, her face expressing the most fear of them all. Barry sensed, of all of them, she was the most recent convert, the one to most show the signs of a lost humanity. They knew of Behemoth, of course, of how he had created the Labyrinth and ruled hell until his dark assistant, Leviathan, had over thrown him and banished him into a pocket dimension where he could no longer reach the souls that fed him.

"Behemoths time has passed," Spencer began, "Leviathan now rules hell. Pain and Suffering rule and sustain his hunger."

"Pain and suffering," Barry spat out the words, "They are weak, they are not what hell is about. When Behemoth once again rules fear will be the key. Fear and Loss are like honey whilst pain is simply bitter."

Nabil watched as his friend, now their messiah, denounced Leviathan, the false god, before the Cenobites whilst feeding off their fear of failing their master. Nabil imagined the taste was exquisite. The debate continued.

"Fear is not the way. The suffering of the flesh, the grinding of bones and tear of the skin. The boiling of blood and melting of muscle, these are what matter. Fear is in the mind, it isn’t real, it is simply illusion." The lead Cenobite seemed to be reassuring himself and his fellows as much as arguing with Barry.

"What does it matter now anyway," Barry grinned, "You cannot touch us, the rules of hell prevent you. Take your victim and go. I’ll be right behind you and my followers will be with me. And then we will see who controls the nether regions."

Victim? David felt the fear and panic once again fill him. But the fear was gone replaced by nothing but pain. He felt metal slash into his skin, he felt himself be lifted into the air. A great hook had pierced his leg and was dragging him, hanging upside down, into the blue light.

Nabil watched in satisfaction as the young man, what had been his name? David, was dragged into hell. And now it was their turn only they would be in control of the situation. The Cenobites backed away down the tunnel as Barry marched forward. With him they could go and enter hell and summon forth Behemoth. He would feast on the fear of Leviathan, fear that the master he betrayed had returned. A battle of the gods. And Nabil knew that in the end the true god, the Lord of Fear, would be victorious.

They stepped into the light.

The time had finally come, the resurrection of Behemoth, the Lord of Fear, was at hand and he was going to be the one to bring it about. Thousands of years had passed since Leviathan had tricked his dark master, the very one who had given life to him, and trapped him in a dimension sealed off from the mortal realms. And now Behemoth was home and the betrayer, the false god will be destroyed. Its destruction, along with its twisted Cenobite followers, will feed the Lord and give him the strength to return hell to its former glory. Barry stepped forward, out of the light and in to hell.

Nabil followed close behind the messiah, Barry was once a human friend but now he was much more, he had unimaginable powers which they would share soon enough. In all the years he led the coven Nabil had never thought he would live to see this day. And what a wonderful day it was.

He followed Barry through the gateway, they emerged in a vast chamber, the walls were pitch black but splattered with blood, the ceiling couldn’t be seen but chains, ending in deadly hooks, hung down to the floor. Torture pillars spun, holding the mutilated remains of many who had solved the puzzle box. Out of the darkness Nabil saw the four Cenobites step, each held a short, curved blade which was stained a deep red. A blood red. Barry stepped forward.

"Surrender now, give up your souls and Behemoth may be merciful," Barry hissed, enjoying the power that was his. Nabil turned to Richie and indicated to him to form the circle. Lighting his candle, Nabil prepared to summon forth the Lord of Fear.

"Mercy," the Spencer Cenobite spat the word out as if poison, "A weak god indeed to show mercy. You are now in our domain, we can do to you as we wish. No rules. No defences."

"You cannot harm me, the will of Behemoth holds me together." Nabil began to chant the incantations he had so patiently learned by heart. He felt the presence of his Lord growing stronger. The Cenobites seemed to also as they looked around at the air around them. Spencer spoke.

"How will you summon your god," he began, "with no cult." Nabil looked around to see hundreds of chains flying through the air, heading towards him and his fellow worshippers. However, before they struck they stopped dead in the air, hovering as Behemoths will held them bay. Nabil carried on the chant, the sky above was now glowing a emerald green, the shape of their god was forming.

David sat up, his head filled with horrific images. Images of the dead dragging themselves from the ground, of people torn apart and decapitated by demonic hooks. He opened his eyes. And once again wished he hadn’t. He was sat on a rocky ledge over looking a vast labyrinth, stretching as far as the eye could see. However, that wasn’t the most daunting of what he saw. Towering above him, amongst the black storm clouds, hung a gigantic puzzle box, rotating slowly in the air. And somehow it seemed to call to him, telling him things, instructing him in some task, promising great rewards with success. It needed him, it needed a humans hands in order to solve the box. The box must be changed, changed into a weapon suitable for striking down the chosen one of Behemoth. Barry.

David stood up slowly. He would carry out this task, if not for the promised rewards, for revenge. Barry had killed Lucy, truly the only person David had ever loved, the person to who he first made love. Barry would pay with his life, his un-life, whatever the demonic state he existed in would be called. He had to find the box and then he could put and end to all the madness. David set off down the dark corridors of hell.

Behemoth had come, Richie knew that. Above them floated the massive form he had taken, that of a great spider, the legs stretching out to the horizons, spinning a web of power through out the domain. Yet he was not fully formed and thus at his most vulnerable. His body existed in this dimension and was able to be attacked but his spirit was still crossing over. Richie looked up into the eyes of his god and smiled. And then trembled. The trembling got more intense, he felt afraid, he felt fear oozing out of every fibre of his being. He collapsed to his knees screaming in terror, but of what he knew not. He became aware of the others staring at him, even the Cenobites looked confused. Barry was smiling.

He was the first thought The Bringer, smiling. He watched as Behemoth filled the mortals body with his essence, granting him the power they would soon all have. The skin of the mortal was beginning to burst open, crawling from the pus-filled scabs were hundreds of tiny maggots. They swarmed over his body, enveloping him. And then he stood up, the first of Behemoths Followers.

Nabil watched in wonder as Richie took his new form. He stood straight, his robes covering his body and flowing to the ground leaving bare his face and arms. His face and arms which were nothing more than a seeming mass of maggots crawling and dropping to the ground, amongst which a opening filled with black goo acted for his mouth. Nabil could not help but feel fear. He turned to see the Cenobites continuing their relentless attacks. They seemed to be getting closer. Of course, as Behemoth entered this domain so his powers were needed for himself, that was why the transformations had begun. Who would be next?

David was looking down upon this from up on a rocky ledge. Barry, now nothing but a blackened husk of a human, and someone who’s flesh seemed to be crawling were advancing towards the Cenobites. The Cenobites had drawn out their curved daggers as Behemoths Followers bared silver blades. He realised they were going to fight, to battle over the leadership of hell itself. The winner would control the realm and the loser would, well, we’ll see what the delights the loser will face. David shook his head. What delights? He didn’t think things like that. He didn’t have time to wonder about that, dismissing it he began to clamber down behind the Followers. As he climbed he saw the two Followers strike metal with the Cenobites. He saw that they would soon be joined as one of the cultists collapsed to the ground screaming. Moments later he rose, his body horribly burnt and scarred. His wrists were held open by short strips of metal and his eyes hung from their sockets. He too lifted up a blade and approached the Cenobites.

The time was so near now, the battle over hell itself was reaching its inevitable conclusion. The sky seemed to split in two as the vast forms of Leviathan and Behemoth came together, meeting again for the first time in centuries. For a moment everyone froze, Cenobites, Followers and Cultists alike. Demonic screams surged in the air, Nabil began to shake in fear but still carried on the chanting. The final day was upon them, death would be dealt out in gallons and blood would flow through the labrynth.

Cenobite struck Follower and Follower struck Cenobite. The foes had paired up, the chattering creature traded blows with the maggot-man, the large Cenobite tore at the open-wristed one with sharp daggers and the female faced a newly formed Follower. She hissed at her enemy, a figure covered in burning flames, his flesh blackened like charcol. Her blade missed and the Fire-Follower launched embers at her body. She screamed as her arm ignited and began to spread. For a brief moment David saw images of a young women, her brother and parents trapped in a burning house, dying. The image flash forward and he saw the women opening the box and entering hell. David felt a chill flow through his body, why was he seeing these things and thinking the way he was thinking? There was no time to worry now, he had a job to do. The remaining cult remembers stood around speaking there dark tongue. Dark tongue? This was starting to freak him out. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands grasp him and throw him down. One of the cult had seen him and broke from the group, David remembered his name to be Nabil.

"You will not stop the summoning!" his attacker screamed. He kicked David’s ribs with force enough to break several of them. "Our master has spent centuries planning this, no human will put a stop to it!" Nabil booted the cube from David’s hands, sending it spiralling through the air. The face of Lucy entered his head and filled him with a surge of energy. Part adreniline, part anger and part hatred, the attack was violent and devastating. Blood sprayed from Nabil’s face as david punched again and again. Bones cracked and skin teared and still he went on, fury blinding all his other thoughts. Nabil lay bleeding on the floor, barely breathing, when David finally gave up his assult. He picked up the box and began to twist it into a new shape, he looked up to see Leviathan itself was changing in accordance. David carried on slowly converting the cube…

The Bringer faced Spencer, the chosen two of each god, the favourites of all there servants. The Cenobite would put up a good fight, he was sure, but in the end the Lord of Fear would be the victor.

"No where to run," the Cenobite spoke, lifting his blade.

"I have no intention of running," The Bringer gargled, "Only of destroying you and the one you serve."

"That will never happen."

"We’ll see," cried the Bringer. The two demons lunged at each other, there weapons clashing in the air. They swung at each other again and again, each getting the upper hand before being knocked back by there enemy. He could sense Behemoth, he knew his god was winning the battle above them and with this The Bringer’s strength too increased. He found himself staring deep into Spencer’s eyes, staring into the soul burried within, the past he had all but forgotten. The Bringer wondered what effect it would have to return the Cenobites memories. No matter, it would soon be dead. He parried Spencer’s blow and struck forward, stabbing the creatures gut. It screamed and fell back to the ground, blood oozing from its body. It was not yet dead, it still breathed, struggled to get up. He would give it no choice. He lifted his blade above his head ready to bring the death blow. Suddenly a swift, sharp pain filled his body and he dropped the weapon. He looked down at his chest, sticking from his heart was a small metalic pyramid. He turned in shock to face David. The human stood there, a satisfied glare on his face.

"For Lucy," he snarled before reaching forward and removing the diamond object from The Bringer’s chest. Barry looked at himself, his form reverted to human, his power taken forever. He felt the pain increase and looked down to the whole in his chest. He collapsed onto his back, up above he saw Leviathan had become the diamond also. He saw his gods massive form being pierced by his apprentice, he saw all his dreams being torn away. Spencer stood over him, blood dripping from the wound down onto Barry’s face.

"I have such sights to show you.." the Cenobite siad bursting into a dark laugh. Then everything went black.

He had done it. David looked to see the Followers and Cultists being hurded up by the Cenobites. Behemoth’s body melted away to nothingness once again beaten by his own student. He knew the Cenobites would live, there wounds healed by the victorious god but what of the others? He looked on as hooks flew down yanking all the Cultists up into the sky and into the from of Leviathan himself. It was over. But what would happen to him? He saw the Cenobites turn to face him.

"Leviathan wants this one," hissed the female, "We must go." They stepped back and vanished into the darkness. David looked around in fear and puzzlement. He turned as he heard a mechanical grinding sound, rising up before him was some kind of elevator.

Later the four Cenobites were joined with another ally, one that had apparently done great deeds for Leviathan.

The End.