Leviathan had problems. At first he was comfortable with the fact that he selected but four souls to become cenobites. He even stayed calm when Pinhead, his favorite son and creation, created crude, hand made cenobites from the reanimated flesh of former mortals foolish enough to tamper with the Lament Configuration. He even allowed the odd transformation of a pair of twins, a demon and an in one case, ordinary dog into cenobites, which he was reluctant to allow at first. Things in hell ran very smoothly despite so many in the Order of the Gash. Leviathan, despite being all knowing, over looked one thing. In hell there is no order, there is no loyalty, no solidarity. Over the next few millenia, the cenobites began to argue amongst themselves, quarrelling over who the real members were in the Order of the Gash, Pinhead never took sides, for although Butterball, the Chatterer, and the Female Cenobite were his first and best Foot Soldiers of Pain, the younger cenobites were hand made, in his creation, which was no easy task. Finally, when the arguement consued to an all time high, and weapons were drawn, Leviathan finally took action. Telepathically, he told them that he grew tired of their constant warring and said that the only way to solve it would be to have an unholy melee. On one side, Pinhead and his original troops, on the other side, the cenobites created by pinhead himself. Leviathan took them to the far reaches of the Labyrinth, and informed them, "The battle that will ensue will be against Pinhead, the Female Cenobite, The Chatterer, and ButterBall, and The Channard Cenobite, the true cenobites. Their rivals will be Camerahead, Barbie, CD the DJ, the Terri Cenobite, the J.P. Cenobite, Angelique, and the Twin Cenobites, the Creations of the Black Pope." "Whichever side who is successful in defeating the other will be the true Rulers of the Labyrinth." "Let the war in hell begin!" "Hey fat boy!" JP told Butterball in a snooty tone of voice, "Keep on picking at that cut in your tummy and it's never gonna heal!" The battle for control over hell ensued. " Yo needlehead, ready for a close up?" Sneered Camerahead, in one fluid motion he commanded the chains of hell to rip thru Camerhead's body, and finally putting him away by sending one thru his throat. "That's a rap." Pinhead said calmly. Chatterer was having problems of his own, his daggers and sickles were no match for Barbie's pyrotechnic warfare, Chatterer held his ground though, and in the end it was a sickle plunged into Barbie's chest that helped fortify the ranks of the true cenobites. " So greedy, so putrid, so vile, it's a shame I have to get rid of you" Angelique told Butterball, she did a seductive dance and taunted Butterball to no evail, he drew a hook and a blade from his kit and fought for his position in hell, and despite being obese and never seeing, he moved quickly, eviscerating Angelique in one swift move of his arm. " Ya know I've killed women before, I've beaten them down, and yet they never learn, so get ready to become a statistic you jacked up bitch!" J.P. charged the Female Cenobite in anger and attempted to plunge the piston in his head down the split in her throat, but she fought back, ramming a meat hook into the top of his head. " Men can be so courageous yet so foolish." she said. Amongst all the carnage, the younger of the cenobites had time to regroup, they felt something that is hardly ever felt by the cenobites: fear, knowing that they were suseptable to death was a harsh and gritty thing to realize,and that made them even more desperate to win the battle that they were engaged in. CD the DJ, the Twin Cenobites, and the Terri Cenobite got there second wind and prepared for another round CD the DJ wielding a CD, the twins separating, and Terri's nails becoming long and sharp like thin metal blades, they circled their rivals, who showed no sign of fear or being intimidated. Pinhead got his twin daggers, Chatterer got his sickle with chain, Butterball got his chains with hooks, the Female Cenobite got her hook knife, already soaked in the stagnant blood of a rival cenobite, and the Channard Cenobite let loose the tentacles with sharp blades slithering around ready to strike anyone unfortunate enough to challenge him. "How would you feel about a game on cat and mouse?" Terri asked the Female Cenobite. "I'll swallow your soul for having such absurd courage." She replied. Terri tried to fight off the Female Cenobite, but she just wasn't as cunning, a vicious hook shot to the side of Terri's head was all the Female Cenobite needed as she made quick work of Terri. "Ah! another one bites the dust, but I think I'm in the mood for a double shot!" Channard yelled. The twins, separated and ready to fight, flanked CD and looked determined as ever to be the true keepers of hell. Pinhead commanded the chains of hell to hook on to both the twins, and he was about to finish them off when CD shot a barrage of CD's at the chains, thus setting them free, but it was short lived, for he fell victim to one of Channards tentacle spears. The Twins, knowing they were defeated, rejoined and tried to at least take Pinhead in a last ditch effort to ruin the hierarchy of hell, but they were both once again separated and torn apart by the rest of the true cenobites. "You have defeated the your younger and artificial counter parts, and for that you are now, and still the true members in the Order of the Gash." Leviathan bellowed.