PART I: The Request

As he sat staring at a blank computer screen he felt pain, and anguish through every orifice of his body, he was after all over 200 years old. Centuries ago, the plan seemed so simple, help open the gates of hell, and for his assistance, he would be given a long life and the answers to all his endless queries. But sadly, as is the way with all living things, there must be an end, and he knew his was soon. Suddenly, shocked by the sound of an instant messenger alarm, contacting him, PL focused onto his screen, it was a 42 year old man by the screen name BadBoy, who he had recently made a sale to over e-bay, trying to contact him. BadBoy requested to view PL over camera, and although he wasn't much for the idea due to his horrid appearance, he turned his camera on for his most recent customer. "Hello young sir, are you enjoying the product you recently purchased from me." "Ha, you fucking old idiot!" "You sold me a replica of a LeMarchand box for five dollars, five fucking dollars." "I took it to my collectors dealer, said he'd give me 50 times that for it." "Oh dear" said PL "I had no idea it was worth that, and I am so in need for money to pay my bills." "Well you should have thought of that before you sold it to me you senile old fool." "Oh dear, well if it wouldn't trouble you too much young sir could you humor this fool, and act as if you were to open the box." "Ha, sure why not, least I can do." BadBoy touched the box and rubbed his fingers across it, and suddenly it began to move and unlock itself. A smile of joy and greed covered his face. "You really are an idiot, a working model LeMarchand box must be worth thousands." "Geez what were you thinking selling this; and to think, this only cost me five dollars." "Oh no" said PL "it will cost you far more than that." Suddenly, PL watched his screen, as blue light flooded into the room of BadBoys apartment. BadBoy dropped the box, and with a look of terror 'he knew', "oh my god what have you done?" "what is your name?" "tell me." "You may call me Phillip LeMarchand", and with that PL watched as a chain with hook splashed through BadBoys face, at which point, PL turned off his computer, smiled, and with a bit of personal satisfaction, took some joy over yet another satisfied customer.

It was the first night he could remember in ages that he was able to sleep. Always throughout his life, his dreams at night were always plagued with confusion, formulas, questions, horrors, death, and torn flesh. Philip LeMarchand, slept, knowing in part that his being able to sleep was in part due to the fact that he was in fact dying. His health was beginning to fail, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the French authorities would arrest him, for the murders he had committed for his "craft"; but inside with a slight sense of satisfaction, he realized a great reward was waiting for him in the arms of his lord Leviathan, for all the souls he had brought to him.

At first it sounded as if a whisper, then louder to the point it made LeMarchand leap from his bed; "TOYMAKER!" Pinhead stood over him showing disgust at the startled Frenchman. LeMarchand moved slowly, not fearing Pinhead, for weren't they on the same team, so to speak. Pinhead snatched the man from his bed, and with two spikes from his skull he impaled LeMarchand to the wall. Crying out in pain the toy maker said "this must be a dream, this must be a dream." For there was no way Pinhead could be on this plain unless he had opened the Configuration which he knew he hadn't. "Ah yes my dear toymaker this is a dream, one id advise you play close attention to for the future you see, is not the future that will be."

"You have committed many a deed, that has brought me and others in hell much pleasure, and will never be forgotten, but you must of course realize that your part in this story has been played, and that you were just a tool to help open the doorways." "What is that, you wait for a reward, to be a Cenobite? NEVER! Only the truly evil and remorseless earn that privilege." "You killed many and then ran to the other side of the world and then came back hoping to be forgotten, you know it as well as I toy maker, you are a coward and are worthless." "You will suffer as all others, except your flesh, your pain, the sights I will show you, will be unlike any before you, they will hear your screams in heaven, and all will laugh."

Somewhere deep in his soul, black though it was, the toymaker knew Pinhead spoke the truth, and with his health failing him, he also knew his day of judgment and punishment was soon. With this knowledge, he gradually felt a tear roll down his face, not sure knowing why. Was he finally sad for his victims, for himself, that he knew heaven would never take him or that his lord Leviathan had used him and was soon planning to have him suffer like no other for his amusement and enjoyment. Disgusted at the wasted suffering in LeMarchand tears, Pinhead walked over with sickle in hand, ready rip his eyes out, when the toymaker pleaded, "Tell me what I must do to avoid this fate, and I will do whatever you want." "Ah humans, always ready to make a deal, a coward to the last, eh toymaker?"

"I will make the deal, and you will take it or you will not wake from this nightmare and the suffering will begin now." Still nailed to the wall the toymaker nodded in agreement. "When you awake you will have the schematics, for an all new Configuration, build it, and with it, bring me a soul like none other." "When my kingdom comes toy maker, you shall be rewarded." Philip LeMarchand was quick to notice Pinhead had stated MY KINGDOM but was unsure as to what it meant, but many in hell knew exactly what it meant. For years there had been whispers in dark corners of hell that much as Leviathan had overthrown his master Behemoth, that Pinhead looked to one day rule hell. Why else would he make his own Cenobites, his own followers, his own army? There was a time when the other three of the Gash, grew weary of their constant trips to grab bodies from the earth, for the pleasures they had to offer them in hell; so when Pinhead took the initiative to make his own cenobites, none complained, knowing that they were leviathans favorite children, and that only on a rare occasion would another "TRUE CENOBITE" be born out of the bowls of the labyrinth like Channard.

Pinhead although still loyal to his lord, felt that hell and the suffering of the flesh, could go so much farther. Why stop with the world, why not worlds, planets, galaxies, the universe, the very gates of heaven if possible. But to overthrow Leviathan was no easy task by any means. For since time eternal, there at only been three true pillars of evil, his lord, Behemoth, and Lucifer. Pinhead knew that if the latter could have overthrow Leviathan they would have already done it; thus, such an undertaking would take time and an evil, if not equal, would have to come close to rivaling Leviathans; something of pure hate, loathing, evil, darkness, heartless, remorseless.

In this revelation Pinhead felt some revulsion in himself, and his own inadequacies, knowing that although evil, he had a human side and thus somewhere, small though it might be, there was something good, something human, buried deep inside of him. Channard had found it, that bitch Joey had found it, and if needed Leviathan could find it, and use it to destroy him. None in hell would dare stand with Pinhead, were he to confront Leviathan for hell, without doubt he would stand alone, thus he knew another route would have to be taken. He then realized if he were to find a soul of evil, unlike any other, and it weren't to come from hell, then it would have to come from the spawning ground of evil, the human race. And much as the toymaker was a tool for Leviathan, he would now be a tool for him to find that soul.

PART II: The Search

LeMarchand woke the next morning sick and spent the first few hours vomiting over the night before always running the five words over and over in his mind, "A soul like none other" But where to find a soul unlike any other, both he and the boxes he created sent every type of soul to the pits of hell, mothers, fathers, doctors, politicians, the religious, and the godless alike. He sat and pondered this question for hours until he came up with an answer, that unfortunately only led to even more questions. The soul of a child, was that one soul that often seemed impossible to get through the gates of hell and make stay, for children were not evil, nor could they understand judgment, and the true ecstasy found in flesh and pain. Yet, in a child he would have truly held to his end of the bargain to Pinhead, and thus earned his reward.

It was yet another ordinary day at the MASON STATE ORPHANAGE, staff were monitoring, teachers teaching, children playing, and Head Administrator Richard Mason masturbating, to child porn in his office. About fifteen minutes later a knock came on the doors of one of the third grade classes at the orphanage, as an assistant of Mr. Mason, a Miss Winston entered. "Billy Canton, Mr. Mason wishes to have a meeting with you right now." A silence fell over the class, for although none dare speak it, they all knew what such meetings entailed, as a young Billy slowly left the classroom holding back tears. And it was not just Billy who knew, nor the class, or even Miss Winston, for the most part the whole community had heard whispers of Richard Mason's perversions. Sex with boys, girls, corpses, S and M, were just some of the nicer thing people assumed he did behind closed doors, truly a soul like no other, some would say. But few truly cared about his 'meetings' with these parentless children; for who were these children anyway, but societies throwaways, if Mason didn't take them into his orphanage then they would end up on the street as delinquents, or worse, some of the parents that had these children might actually have to take care of them.

Yet, despite all the rumors, the only one who had proof was Miss Winston, who had secretly video, and audio taped, dozens of Masons 'meetings' with these children of the orphanage, waiting for the right time to blackmail him. But deep inside she wondered if he were not planning to do the same to her, for not much unlike her boss, she as well mistreated the children in her care, as often seen in the harsh punishment she would dispense to children who had behaved badly. Winston would often use whips, rulers, wires, and if truly 'naughty' a burning was not terribly uncommon. Mason had always admired her from afar, never having been with a woman before, but attracted to her nonetheless, if not for her beauty then for the black soul he knew they shared. But known to Mason, as many others, Winston cared for the company of other women, thus Mason knew that at least for now, his desire to have her would have to wait.

The Christmas holiday came yet again to this quiet French town, as Mason pondered how best to buy as little as possible for the children, with the money the government had given him to spend for presents, while leaving the larger portions for him to continue to indulge his own pleasures. Without warning, Mason heard laughter and cheers from outside his window, where he saw children outside playing with numerous toys, and a news crew interviewing staff. As he walked outside he was met by a female reporter who asked, "Mr. Mason how do you feel about this generous donation to this orphanage and the children?" "What donation?" asked Mason. The reporter pointed to a truck that had crates of toys being unloaded filled with trinkets, dolls, and various other toys for the children. "And don't forget the one million dollar donation made to the orphanage, Mr. Mason."

Later that night Mason checked and found that indeed a one million dollar donation had been made to the orphanage, he was told that the only signature left on the check was P.L. With this donation Mason knew his time had come, although he knew it would take going through some red tape, he knew he could get his hands on all of the money and flee the country before anyone would know. With this knowledge he felt some pleasure and walked out of his office down to the gymnasium where the children were enjoying their toys. As he entered the children laughed and smiled with joy, saying that Santa had brought them toys for being so good. The very sight of it all made Mason sick to his stomach. As he turned to leave he saw a commotion in the corner, where he saw perhaps ten children fighting and yelling, over a highly coveted toy it would seem. Just to spite the children and upset them, he went over to take the object regardless of what it was. As he brushed through the children he grabbed the child that held the toy, as he smacked another across the face with it gashing open his forehead, leaving blood on the toy. It was a box, beautiful in its construction, black and laced with a silver and gold like etching. As he snatched the box he could hear the children moan in frustration, but none said anything against Mason knowing such an action might lead to a 'meeting' or time spent with Miss Winston.

Later that evening Mason placed the box on his desk figuring to make it would make a fine paperweight if nothing else, but at the same time he was captivated by its beauty, and sitting at his desk he began to closely examine it, when a knock came at his door. It was Miss Winston, "Hello Dick." Mason hated when Miss Winston called him that. "Mr. Mason if you please." "Anyway Dick, we need to talk". "About what might I ask?" "Our million dollars and how we are going to spend it." "I beg your pardon?" Was all Mason could say. "Listen Dick I don't have time for games and neither do you, so here is what we are going to do, you will make arraignments that I should get 750,000 of that million and you can have the rest to do what you want." "But that money is for the children" stated Mason, "Don't fuck with me Dick, I don't have time for this shit, you know as well as I do the little fucks aren't going to get a cent of that money, and that you planned on spending the large portion of it on yourself, like you were going to spend their Christmas money." Clearly she knows far more than she should, thought Mason. Still trying to compose himself as having some power in this situation, Mason asked "and if I don't give you this sum of money then what?" With a smile that made him feel a chill, Winston stated "I know what you do with the children Dick, I have dozens of video tapes of what you've done" "In prison, do you know what they do to men who like to play with little boys, Dick? Do You?"

Never in all his life, not even when his own father had beat and raped him as a child, had he felt such anger and bloodlust for another human being. Without wasting a second he rushed over to Winston and knocked her to the ground. He beat her, and strangled her without remorse or pity, as she begged for mercy. In fact such begging only reminded him of the children's cries, he had heard so many times in the past, thus only making him more angry and sexually aroused at the same time. He tore off her clothes and raped her from the front, and then sodomized her till they were both exhausted and spent. And although she loved women, Winston felt there was something right about what had just happed, as if they were kindred souls, but nonetheless she would make him pay for this insult.

As he stood over her he now realized what he had done in this mad rush of fury and lust, and that one more act had to be done. Winston would have to die, for she would be sure to tell what he had done to her, as well as to the children. Winston struggled to stand, barely conscious, looking for the door, but before she could stand straight Mason had plunged his paper opener through her chest; and watched as she fell to the ground. Any feelings of sorrow soon left as Mason returned to his desk, to once again ponder what to do with the money, but as he began to be lost in thought, he noticed the lovely paperweight sitting on his desk. He picked it up and was mesmerized by its beauty, and began to caress its etching, and began to understand the children's immense interest in this small box .

PART III: The Deal

The box it began to move, the music began to play, the light began to enter, the deal was about to be made. Mason watched as all these things began to happen all at once on his manipulation of the box. Pinhead entered, and before Mason could speak, from the four corners of the room hooked chains grabbed his arms and legs and spread him in the middle of the room for inspection. Pinhead walked up to Mason and said "Yours is not a soul like none other, true there is something dark that resides within you, but you are no different then many others I have seen suffer over the years." "This is what the toymaker brings me?" "Truly his suffering will be unending and agonizing when I deal with him for this insult." "But still, it is time to go Lover of children, I will show you things money could never buy, and you will feel things unlike anything you could ever imagine." "I have come to adopt you my child, now let us go to your new home where you will spend an eternity in suffering."

Although, he did not know who this demon was or where he came from, he knew that whatever was beyond that blue light was the payment he always feared would come due to the horrors he committed in his life. As blood poured from his arms and legs as hung in the air, he tried to muster the strength to speak. "Listen I don't know who you are, but I can figure you want to take me into that light with you; but instead of taking me what if I were to give you an endless supply of people to satisfy your appetite." Pinhead stopped for a second and considered this deal, sensing all the young souls that inhabited the building and the potential this coward could provide. "Yes, lover of children your deal I will accept, but for now I have come for flesh and flesh I will have." Thinking frantically before Pinhead could change his mind; Mason looked in the corner and found his answer. Take her, will she satisfy you? Pinhead walked over picked Winston up with his right hand and examined her. "Ah yes, yes she will do quite nicely. But there is something that need be done first." Winston was dying due to a loss of blood, so Pinhead slit his left wrist and poured the blood into Winston's mouth. She awoke choking, and on seeing Pinhead screamed, only to Pinheads amusement and laughter. "Now dispenser of pain and punishment, let me show you how pain is truly dispensed, with an overflowing cup of anguish that is never ending." And with this the chains dropped Mason and dozens reached from the light tearing Winston's clothes, and then her skin, off into hell leaving a skinless body in the room and then, the chains returned and dragged her in as well, with the echo of Winston, screaming for Mason to help her. Before leaving Pinhead turned and looked at Mason and said "do not disappoint me Lover of children, I expect flesh and plenty of it." And with that Pinhead and Winston were gone.

And disappoint Mason did not. He brought in homeless off the street, drug addicts, adoptive parents, and parents leaving their children for adoption, tempting them with giving them thousands of dollars, if they could solve the puzzle as he watched, always with the same horrid result. He brought a wide variety of souls to the arms of Pinhead, except for the children, for they were his to make suffer and bring him pleasure, and he was not about to share, for the deal did not state he had to give the children, although sensing so many children in the vicinity when the deal was made, Pinhead thought they would be the first of many he would take.

Months had passed and content with the arrangement he had made, one thing continually plagued Mason, That being, where was the check for a million dollars? He had just assumed it had been immediately deposited into the orphanages' account. Little did he know till later, that the check had initially been handed to Miss Winston, when the gifts were first brought to the orphanage. And the question that wouldn't stop returning to his mind, was "did she have the check in her possession when she was dragged off to hell?" He spend countless hours looking for it. It had not been cashed, and despite all efforts, it could not be found in the orphanage. Worse yet, with the money missing, and Miss Winston missing, police were stopping by, with more and more frequency, asking questions of the staff and children, and Mason knew that at some point someone would spill the beans about his 'meetings' with the children, he knew he needed a solution, and fast.

PART IV: The Answer To All Problems

Mason found himself at an elaborate mansion of an alleged Philip LeMarchand, who after a little research, found was responsible for not only the million dollar denotation, but the box as well. Somewhere deep inside of him, as the lightning and rain crashed above his head, he knew this was a mistake, but he also knew that whatever he had entered into, it was far too late to turn back. A young servant boy, of no more than 19 answered the door; Mason was instantly attracted to him, but knew more pressing issues were at hand for the moment, and refocused on why he was here. The boy stated before Mason could speak, "the lord of the manor is expecting you, please follow me." Mason followed the boy to a room, when opened there lying in a bed, was a pathetic shell of a man, who looked as if death had already taken him, if not by his look, then by the smell. The servant left the room closing the door behind him.

"Are you P.L.?" asked Mason. "I am Philip LeMarchand" answered the bed ridden man. Trying his best to compose himself, Mason stated "I am Richard Mason from the local orphanage." "Although I clearly should have thanked you earlier, I've come to thank you for your generosity in the donation you gave the children." "Sadly, there has been some difficulty in regards to the present whereabouts of your very generous million dollar donation." "I was wondering if it weren't too much trouble……….. " "Please," stated LeMarchand "do not take me for a fool; I know why you are here and what you want." "I gave you a box meant for the hands of children, and you took it for your pleasure, thus damning me for an eternity I'm sure; and you want your precious money that is somewhere in hell."

Mason was speechless, how did the old coot know all this, and yet worse, would he help him? LeMarchand continued "and on top of all of this, the authorities will have you much sooner than later I'm sure." "Ha, I know your dilemma all too well, and because of that I will help you get what is yours." "Here," the old man handed Mason a box much like the other configuration he had sitting in his office. "Go into hell and look for Winston, and I promise you, you will find her, for as we speak she is looking for you, to give you what is yours." As Mason took the box from the toymakers decrepit hand he heard him laugh to himself, "get what is yours."

On returning to his office he sat and looked at the two boxes and pondered how to enter hell without Pinhead meeting him at the entrance. Only one idea surfaced and even that was a long shot. Have someone open the box the P.L. had given him, and as Pinhead entered to take that soul, he would be in another room opening the box he stole at Christmas, entering hell through another passage. For Pinhead couldn't be in two places at once, or could he? It was simply a chance he would have to take. At that point the doorbell rang. Mason looked out the window, there had to be at least ten police cars outside, and he knew who they were there for, clearly it was now or never. Mason called one of his staff members to his office, one he knew was guilty, on at least one occasion of committing the same crimes against the children that he was, and thus wouldn't take much persuading to make him cooperate. "Listen, Fulton take this puzzle box, solve it within the next minute or I swear ill pin all the allegations those cops are looking answers for on you." With fear in his eyes, a young Thomas Fulton quickly began to work the box fearing what waited for him downstairs. Sadly, what he should have feared was what was preparing to enter the room to drag him off into hell. And as the box began to move by itself Mason ran from the room, across the hall into another room, and began to open the original box he took on Christmas; and as the walls opened he noticed none came out to bring him into hell. He rushed in looking to get what was his.

He ran through the labyrinth calling out "Winston! Winston!" And although he heard no response he somehow knew where she was, she was somehow calling to him. He ran for what seemed an eternity till he came to the middle of the maze where he saw what appeared to be a huge hovering diamond. Although, it instilled some fear in him he knew time was short and that Pinhead would return soon, at which point he knew there would be no escape. But nonetheless somewhere in his gut he knew his entering the light had clearly been a horrible idea, wishing now to be in the cuffs of the police, being raped by another prisoner, anyplace but here. Then she came, behind him rising from the pit of the labyrinth, was the grinding sound of what looked like an elevator. And out stepped Winston. Her skin was a light blue, her eyes black as coal, she had no hair on her head, and she was draped in a leather dress that appeared to be stapled to he skin. Her eyebrows were covered with what looked like staples, and her neck was surrounded with thumbtacks, dripping in blood. But all this aside, what left him with the most feeling of horror and dread was her stomach appeared to grow right in front of him, which had no leather covering it. After about a minute there exposed for him to see, was a pregnant stomach with what appeared to be a child fighting frantically to rip its way out of his mother's innards. Winston spoke "It is time for you to get what is yours my love."

"No!" Winston turned to run, but it was too late, Pinhead met him face to face as he started to run, and chained him to his spot to watch this momentous occasion. The child ripped his way out of his mother's stomach, and fell to the floor in a pool of what appeared to be a black tar. The child stood and grew before all eyes to what appeared to be about three feet. Its eyes were sewn shut as was its ears and mouth. His skin was as white as ivory, his nails shined of silver, and an umbilical cord still attached to his mother that appeared to be nothing more than razor wire. All at once the child's eyes ears and mouth opened at once. The child's eyes were solid red and spilled blood from them as if they were tears. All of its teeth were black and pointed. The child vomited up some sort of black liquid. And then 'it' was heard, through every corner of hell and beyond, the child let out a scream of a tongue never heard by anyone ever. All in hell stopped for a second and all were scared, even Leviathan knew this child was a danger and considered what this birth might mean.

The child looked at his mother and knew he would kill her in time, but for the present he knew he needed her, he looked at the one called Leviathan, and knew where he sat was where he would one day strive for, and then he looked at the one with pins adorning his face, realizing he would be a tool in his reaching that goal, and in the same breath he felt a bond to this being, for somewhere in him, the one with pins blood flowed inside him. He looked at his 'father' Mason, whose ears were bleeding after his scream, and knew what would come next. Winston stepped over and picked up their child. You came into hell to get what was yours my love. Here we are, and we are yours for eternity, us and the pleasures of the flesh we shall explore together. Mason screamed for help but none heard, nor cared as his child jumped from his mothers arm and spun around Mason wrapping the razor wire over every inch of his 'fathers' body slowly peeling off his skin; and as chunks of flesh flew, and bone dispersed into the air, his mother and Pinhead looked on with satisfaction and pleasure. And it was then, Pinhead realized that the toymaker had indeed done his job, for in this child, he had found something of pure hate, loathing, evil, darkness, heartless, remorseless, a soul like none other.