"If there has always been good, then evil has always existed along side with it in which to judge it by. If there has always been light then darkness would also have to exist as well. One side has always been told, while another ignored, for the other side reveals the dark that none can imagine nor want to admit exists. But the dark will be revealed, and an evil that has been kept secret too long will be seen by all".

In a time before time and a place outside the reaches of all imagination, 'THEY' existed, one many refer to as God (or the light), the other was known as Xuno (the darkness). Neither was believed to have a beginning or end, however, all beings can be hurt, all feel pain, all suffer. Where Xuno was a unified entity of pure loathing and hatred, God was what some have called a trinity, or a being with three separate aspects making up the essence of what he was. Xuno spent eon upon eons, brooding waiting for a time to strike, and had he done so, in all likelihood would have consumed that which was light consuming all in darkness. However, despite the image that has been painted of a peaceful God, it was he that struck first, not destroying but separating Xuno into a trinity much like God, but no longer unified. There was Lucifer, Behemoth, and Leviathan, all three powerful in there own right, but separately of no match to destroy the one known as God, for all three were far too selfish to unite to work together. The peace that had existed between light and darkness was forever ended, and thus heaven and hell were created, a home for the light, and a home for darkness. Behemoth and Leviathan took there leave and ruled over hell, while Lucifer scurried under the protection of God, becoming an angel, yet only waiting for a chance to supplant him, and take heaven as his own. And thus the separation of Xuno had lasted with no hope of reunification………….until now.

In a corner of hell where no light penetrates he sat as always… brooding, loathing, waiting. It was an area that Leviathan forbid any to enter, for even he could not see what transpired in this area of his domain. Thus he would send out cenobites to gather this outcast, so that he might be punished for his blatant disobedience. However, it was soon found that this being had a great fondness for the taste of cenobite blood, as it was seen that any that entered this corner of hell, would never return. All that resided in hell feared him, suffering victims of torture, cenobites, Pinhead, even Leviathan himself, for only he knew who, or better yet what this being was, for it was less of a person as it was a vessel, a vessel to once again contain evil and darkness as it once had been. Even though he was birthed through the womb of a female cenobite, there was nothing human in him or about him, he was pure darkness in every form. He had grown over the past six months to 6 feet and was surprisingly thin, yet stronger than any cenobite that dare challenge him. His facial features however were much the same as the day he was born (white skin blood red eyes and pointed black teeth) Although, Leviathan knew the vessels name could only be pronounced in an unpronounceable tongue, those that resided in hell referred to him as Klaixal (otherwise known as the container of darkness).

It was in fact, Pinheads idea to awaken such an entity, and with it mixed with his own growing power, he planned to overthrow hell as it had been known for so long, and reform it into something more encompassing that would stretch torture, and suffering, throughout the universe and beyond. Unfortunately, Pinhead underestimated what he had awakened, for Klaixal was not a puppet to be used or manipulated, and would have destroyed Pinhead at his birth but instead let all that witness his birth live, in case he needed to use them at a later time (and Klaixal knew what his future plans for Pinhead were, and how they would come about). Much like Pinhead, Klaixal had his own plans for hell as many had come to know it. Klaixal would often boil in hatred over the gross stupidity and futility in Leviathans hell. A hell of suffering, the reanimation of the flesh and repeating the process for ages. Where was the unity, the order, the simplicity? It was simply a maddening circle with no ending. Klaixal knew where unity existed, what was meant to be when Xuno was one, and which could still yet be brought about. Complete darkness, Complete evil over all aspects of time space heaven and hell, There would be no good, there would be no life, there would be no light, there would be no God, only Xuno. But to complete such a feat one thing had to first be done, or better yet three separated entities had to once again reside within him, and he knew exactly how to bring this about.

There he sat at the head of the old burned out synagogue swastikas painted all over the building watching as the Orgy Of Blood began. In what used to be orderly pews were his followers all 230 plus of them in some way shape or form mutilating their bodies for him calling his name to remember them when his kingdom came about. Deep down as he watched, he felt some revulsion at what he saw, at these hapless souls looking to sit at his right hand should he take the reigns of hell. He knew that deep down he was nothing more than a spoiled brat that had been prepped and pampered for this moment. His father, who was the subject of an unsolved missing persons, and a suspect in a mass murder at his once famous psychiatric hospital, left him a hefty estate at his departure, being his only known offspring. His father was a doctor, an expert of the occult, a frequent customer of a sadistic dominatrix (who was his mother), and had he not fallen victim to the unforgivable sin in hell (love, love for some bitch named Julia, so he had heard) he might well have "taken over the operation". But that was neither here nor there, this was his time, he had been taught at the best schools and was a master of the occult and the dark arts, and would not fall victim as his father once did. He turned away from his followers and stared at one of the five configurations, once owned by his father, and left to him on his disappearance, his key to his new home and kingdom. He would take hell and all that was in it for he was the high priest of the 2nd Order of Blood, soon to be ruler of hell, or as few knew him David Channard.

In hell he waited, he knew what was soon planning to enter his realm and try (like may others before) to remove him. But unlike his father, who was nothing more than a curious sightseer of hell, his son knew what awaited him, and how to take it over. Even when his father was born a cenobite, Leviathan knew that by himself the Doctor could have supplanted him in time, which is why he ingrained a tentacle to this cenobites head, to control this possible future threat to his control over hell. But this young spawn of the doctor, would not be so easily converted to leviathans will, nor would he fall to the temptations of lust or love, he was soon planning to come to take (not visit) hell; and in so he did what had to be done (something he had never done before) to prevent this from happening.
It was finally time, gallons of blood were stored and ready should something go wrong and David need be reanimated from hell, his bishops held his other four configurations just in case, and David walked in the center of his followers disrobed and pulled out the Lamentation Configuration. Out of all the skills David had mastered in the dark arts was the skill of stopping any and all attacks that came from hell or any beings from hell; Thus he felt no fear for the rumors of the alleged horrors of Pinheads chains with hooks. He held the configuration up before his followers and said "our time has come children, join me as we take our places in the dark realm of the abyss" And then it happened, in the hundreds of years that the configuration had been used it by all means was unheard of.
The box would not open, David rubbed, pressed, and manipulated, but what many did simply by accident he could not accomplish with his greatest effort. Leviathan would not allow it, if this upstart was to enter hell it would be on his terms, and to his liking. David felt some embarrassment in his failure to open the configuration, so he did what his father did instead trying at best to save face in front of his followers who looked somewhat puzzled at their masters frustration. "Who would be privileged enough to answer the request of the high priest to open the door to our new home"? David was almost stampeded as his followers rushed to be the one to open the box. But it was a young 15 year old Fredrick Fillburn who reached his masters feet first begging for the chance to open the configuration. Leviathan knew at this point he could only prolong Davids entering but for so long, and released his grasp on the configuration. However he had an army or cenobites led by Pinhead ready to tear apart anything or one on the other side when the box was open. Such a rush of force mixed with Leviathans own power might be enough to catch him off guard at which point he would be converted and thus controlled like his father had once been.

The walls of the synagogue parted and the blue light flooded in, and then there was silence, and the expectation that all included David thought was coming was not what came at all. Moving at a speed that appeared to be no more than a blur Klaixal rushed out of hell past Pinheads army cursing the light that shown from the synagogues lights upon his skin. He was upon David in seconds. David tried to stop the onrush with what knowledge had about the dark arts. But sadly David was skilled at stopping things of a hellish evil nature. Klaixal, was beyond any of this, he was larger than evil, demons, or hell itself. He grabbed David and leaped back through the opening back into hell before anyone could do or say anything. His followers wailed and screamed and cried some cutting themselves pouring blood on the floor hoping to bring there master back, to little avail. But sadly the fear they felt was soon to be seen as misplaced for it wasn't there master that was in danger, for the configuration still remained open. The Gash entered, followed by a horde of overly enthusiastic cenobites, TIME TO PLAY.

He sat in his dark corner of hell staring at him, wondering where Gods love for such worthless beings came from. He laughed at the thought that humans were in some ways worse than demons themselves, demons killed, and tortured, others, humans did it to themselves. But Klaixal did not have time for such mindless philosophy, he needed this boy to bring about the reunification. He spoke in Davids mind telepathically. "David, wake up" David gradually opened his eyes wanting slowly to piece his situation together and see if he could make an escape or at least retaliate. All he saw were two red eyes in pitch blackness. Klaixal, heard Davids thoughts and was upon him pinning him to the ground in seconds. "You worthless fool, you have no idea the forces you deal with here boy. I will offer you something beyond your wildest dreams and I will take only a little in return from you. I would ask you if its ok, but you really have no choice in the matter" In his mind David called upon every lesson he knew regarding the dark arts and magic in hopes of escaping, to no avail.

There he sat, in the realm many call Limbo, simmering in hate and jealousy like he had done for thousands upon thousands of years. He tried to take heaven but failed. He was cast down to hell with his followers and snatched it from Behemoth and Leviathan for a time, but once again was overthrown and in turn expelled; forced to wonder the boundless realms of time and space with out a home. And although he hated God Behemoth and Leviathan with an endless passion, it was Gods children (humans) he hated above all others. Yes it was he that helped them sin and turn from God (which hurt God and pleased him immensely) Yet in Gods forgiveness even though he would be hurt by his children he would continue to love them. Why would he not punish them cast them away make them suffer as he had done to him. Just the thought angered him more. They mocked him by costumes they wore with pitchforks and tails, saying if something bad was done that he made them do it, he had been reduced to nothing more than a joke, yet at one point he sat right next to God with more power than any could imagine, but for now such power and authority were no longer Lucifer's, angel of light. Although, he couldn't annihilate them all at once like he wished, he could from time to time possess one, and bring some havoc upon Gods worthless bastard children, for his enjoyment and hopefully Gods pain.

As her step-father zipped up his pants and exited her room from what he liked to call 'father daughter bonding', 17 year old Wendy Stapleton, buried her face in her pillow crying her eyes out as she had done since the age of 9. How she hated him, and her mother for never coming to her aid even when she screamed for help. But her mother cared only about keeping a provider in the home, even if it meant her child being defiled on an almost daily basis, she would only turn her head and call Wendy a liar who was trying to break up her marriage and their family even though in her heart she knew what her daughter spoke was the truth. And what of this God Wendy had heard about as she sat in church every Sunday next to the very man who was raping her. Where was this all loving God, who loved his children and protected them. From what she could gather he turned his head when his own son while he was suffering on a cross and seemed to turn his head as she was suffering under the weight of her step father. But despite years of this treatment, she had finally had enough, she tested herself earlier in the day and discovered that she was pregnant and she clearly knew who the father was. There was no way she would give birth to that bastards child, she (and her unborn child) would die before she would take anymore or possibly allow this child to suffer as well. As she swallowed the sleeping pills she knew her fate would be eternal damnation, but could that suffering truly be worse that would she had endured up until this point, and maybe in the end she will have hurt this all loving God that appeared to have abandoned her. A vessel that hated God, that felt abandoned, bound for eternal damnation and isolation…Lucifer had found his new home.

In a corner of pure darkness he hung from a wall impaled at the feet and hands, pondering this unexpected turn of events. It wasn't supposed to have happened like this. He was supposed to have entered hell, defeated what ever cenobites opposed him and dethroned Leviathan himself, taking hell as his new home and kingdom. Instead he hung from a wall, slave to what he now knew was a being of clearly unimaginable power. Klaixal spoke "David, we are not enemies by any stretch of the imagination, in some ways we are very much alike, in that we both want what believe is rightfully ours." "However, to achieve our means we unfortunately will be needing each other" "Is that ok with you?" David nodded knowing in truth he had no choice in the matter. "Once you've helped me catch my first wayward child David, I will gladly hand hell to you for you to do with it is as you wish". Klaixal gently removed David from the wall holding him up in the air before him contemplating what would come next. "Are you ready David"? Davids head simply fell in compliant exhaustion. Klaixal's face had what appeared a moment of pity cross it for the briefest second, then followed by a grin of evil delight. He brought David's face close to his and so David's deflowering began as Klaixal stuck his tongue down David's throat. David was physically as well as spiritually raped. As it occurred all that was human left David the horror was of a kind that no human was meant to suffer and it was in these moments that he began to touch on the surface of what his father had faced when confronted with the Darkness of Leviathan, the moment they first met. That 'True' darkness and evil far exceed anything the human mind can comprehend or imagine, much like his father David was clearly out of his league. When it was finished Klaixal lay on the ground inside of David's body controlling his movements and the powers David housed within him as well. He stood and walked into the lighted halls of hell, and although light itself made him sick the human side (what was left of it) of David protected him as he headed toward what he hoped would be his first challenge since his birth.

He paced alone, within the Tabernacle of Suffering dragging the entrails of Father Patrick Mc Gillen, who knew that not even God would save him from the punishment that awaited him when it was discovered the horrors he perpetrated against some of the children that frequented his after school program. And thanks to the assistance of a cool .32 in his mouth but hours ago he had become a welcome guest of Pinhead forever. But such pleasantries escaped Pinhead at the moment, even the screams Father Patrick brought him little joy. He could only think about the retribution that must soon be awaiting him, either by the hands of Leviathan, or the creature he helped create to help overthrow Leviathan, Klaixal. He did realize there was one way to regain his masters favor, and that was to bring David Channard before him. In all his years in hell there was none save perhaps Kristy that Pinhead hated more than Davids father The Doctor. Capturing his offspring making him suffer was like killing two birds with one stone, to one please his master and regain his favor and two to in some way to exact revenge for the defeat Pinhead had suffered at the hands of his father not but so long ago. And then, as if a prayer could be answered in hell, David pushed open the 16 foot doors to the tabernacle and entered, and from his mouth crept the voice of a 6 year David "daddy, Im home lets play".

She accepted him into her heart with little resistance, she gave him a vessel he gave her the power to exact the revenge she had always wanted. She killed her mother, old boyfriends who used her as a sexual object, officers who ignored her please for help, the local priest for his lies about his loving God and the beauty of forgiveness, and in the basement of her home shackled to the wall was her step father who every night was soaked in gasoline and set on fire for the enjoyment of Wendy and her new 'Guardian Angel'. Lucifer promised that he wouldn't let him die until she wanted, thus she could forever enjoy his suffering and Lucifer could be reminded of a suffering and hell that he once ruled over. But the revenge Wendy imposed did not stop there. With the help of her angel she could see the evil that existed in all, and in turn she made all suffer. Whether, men and boys seduced by her sexuality or the pregnant mothers she met in her weekly child birthing class, many died at the hands of Lucifer's new vessel; at least until the day came when she sat across from an Asian antiquities dealer……."What's your pleasure miss?"

It was a moment he had waited for since a time he lie on the floors of hell gasping for breath after his thought had been slit by an older Dr. Channard, and although he had heard that somewhere in the far corners of hell that he gradually began to regenerate himself, making his one child suffer here and now was a joy Pinhead could not describe. He would enjoy David's flesh almost as he longed to tear it from Kristies body one day, but that was for another day. From every corner inside the Tabernacle hooked chains flew piercing Davids skin From the floor, from the ceiling from the walls they flew through in and around David ripping and tearing bone and flesh with blinding speed. Klaixal inside Davids body paused for a second engulfing this sensation they called 'pain' and to a certain degree saw the pleasure in it that Leviathan saw. But it was not Klaixal who felt the true degree of pain that the flesh was experiencing at that time, but David. His screams of anguish and suffering echoed inside of Klaixals mind to where he had to silence him so that he might think. As David stood with chains wriggling inside his body to the point where one could see it moving under his skin Pinhead said in conclusion "The Son will suffer for the sins of the Father" And with this David was ripped apart to 75 different areas of the Tabernacle with entrails and bone splattered in an un orderly mess. The splash of blood covered Pinhead completely and with a slight smirk and smile he turned to Father "now its your turn". But before Pinhead could begin he head Davids 6 year old voice whisper to him again "daddy me still wants to play with you". Pinhead turned, and there stood Klaixal, and before Pinhead could react Klaixal released what appeared to be a black tar from his mouth that sprayed and covered Pinhead completely. It hardened in less than a second and although Pinheads chains tried to pierce this dark cocoon, it was to little avail, as Pinhead stopped moving and went into hibernation. Looking upon the being that helped bring about his birth he spoke, "My dear Pinhead, do not think this a punishment, in fact this is your reward for helping bring about my rebirth, when all is done you too will have what you truly want". Klaixal gathered the scraps that were David, reanimated them to cover him once again, and waited for what he knew must come next.

They had argued endlessly regarding the next step to take, usually he never gave his vessels a say in the matter, but it had always been if he and the vessel worked as one like in the case of Hitler the horrors Lucifer could commit were mind-boggling. Wendy wished to see the suffering of the evil, the punishments they received for their evil deeds. Lucifer was left to wonder should he return to the domain he once ruled over, would he be able to escape if need be, for out of the Trinity he was in fact the weakest and the one that most closely bordered on being 'good'. He was nothing more than a liar and deceiver, Behemoth although not the smartest was clearly the uncontrollable ravaging side of darkness that craved simply the destruction of all. Leviathan was the wisdom, and wisest of the three and in turn the most powerful. But as of late Lucifer had heard that Leviathan was (possibly for the first time ever) scared, that there was actually a being far more powerful and even smarter that may well threaten to take over hell itself. When he had heard of this his mind had crossed over David Channard who for quite a while Lucifer kept his eye on a possible vessel for him to cohabitate. But he knew in the end David would not share hell with him nor would he return such a compliment. But if this were the being Lucifer knew how to tempt and trick the hearts of men and women alike no other since the days he first met a pair named Adam and Eve. If Leviathan were in fact weak, there would likely never be a better (or possibly another) chance to strike him and try once again to take hell as his kingdom once again. There was none in hell (not cenobite nor demon) that could stand up to him, yes, yes this was the time to re-enter his old home and take his place as the caretaker of hell.

All he could do at this point was wait, sit and wait for the next curious fool to open the configuration, and he could begin his search for the easiest of his children to capture, Lucifer. Instead of hiding in the farthest corners of space and time he was fairly predictable in his always trying to extract revenge from humans on the earth plain. It was said he lurked in Limbo from time to time but not for very long. Finding him might take some time, but just the same had to be done, for he already knew where Behemoth and Leviathan were, and that taking them would be no easy task.

He dwelt within her feeling what best for him could be described as pity not so much for what was to happen to her but at the vessel he was about to lose as she worked the Configuration. It was not for him to stop what now seem to be her fate, for the configuration only seemed to find its way into the hands meant for the suffering it housed. While she worked it Lucifer did what in his black heart he knew must be done to make this chapter of Wendy's life complete, without telling her, he stole the life from her father. With little effort she opened the configuration, and the glow of hell slowly entered her room, but to Lucifer's surprise no one entered to escort this child through hell and her soon to begin eternity of suffering. It was always known that Pinhead always was at the head of bringing new souls into the bowels of hell, but he was no where to be seen. Was even he subject to this alleged terror that Lucifer had heard so much about? As they entered hell together, Lucifer was amazed that not one cenobite came to meet them, no one, and he thought that taking over the reins of hell would be easier than he had initially imagined. As they past a blood soaked teen boy that had recently been released by the Female Cenobite (as a game of cat and mouse), Lucifer left Wendy and took the vessel of this torn body with the configuration in hand. For the first time since the night she was planning on taking her life, Wendy was once again alone and more scared than she had ever been in her life. Without Lucifer she had no power, no authority, and with him holding the configuration, no way home. She grasped the blood stained boys leg begging that Lucifer stay with her, but such pleading only reminded him of his days of asking God not to banish him from his sight, and with this, and a slight smile he spit on her, kicked her in the face telling her to get lost. "I would tell you to go to hell as God once told me, but, I think you already see the irony." Lucifer walked away laughing as Wendy knelt on the ground crying. At that point Wendy, stood and ran through the corridors of hell truly terrified of what were to happen should she cross what Lucifer had told her were called cenobites, those that quite simply exist for the purpose of catching her in order to forever torture her for their pleasure and enjoyment.

He walked slowly into the presence of his 'brother' Leviathan while he was deep in thought on what was happening in hell and beyond and what he knew must be done to preserve his hold of it. He shed the flesh of the ragged human vessel he had taken and stood as large as Leviathan in his true form, that of an angel. "Brother, it is time for you to give back what you know is rightfully mine." Leviathan knew without question that he could destroy Lucifer with but a thought, but in the cosmic balance of the universe Lucifer had his place and in truth might be the very tool Leviathan needed to defeat Klaixal. Leviathan stuck first with a force of brute darkness, to do simply one thing, remove a 'thorn' that had existed within Lucifer for ages. Once he had it he had it placed in the farthest corner of hell, for in removing this thorn Leviathan was left stunned and weakened far more than he could have imagined. With this Lucifer felt his power grow, as if a weight had been removed, as if his true darkness and power had increased ten fold. Leviathan, struck with what weapons he had at his disposal, but to no avail. Lucifer grew slowly in size and power, till he towered over his brother as if this small diamond were but a toy for his amusement. Lucifer wrapped his hand around Leviathan and began to squeeze without mercy, draining what power was he had left.

He stood there in the great open space of hell with his first born Xenoite standing aside him, watching as his two 'children fought' He wished ideally that Lucifer could draw the essence that is Leviathan within himself at which point he could consume them both with simply one effort. But this would not be the case he knew. Lucifer would settle for nothing less than destroying his brother, funny he thought, Lucifer was always the spoiled brat of the bunch wanting to play with his brothers 'toys', never willing to share. But this was aside the point. He thought for a second which to consume first Leviathan was clearly the weakest at this point, however for Klaixal to retrieve Lucifer's insane brother Behemoth, the essence of Lucifer would have to be taken first, and once Klaixal possessed two of the three there would be no way Leviathan in his weakened state would be able to oppose him. Thus it was decided, without as much as a warning a dark vacuum like that of a black hole spewed from Klaixals mouth and struck Lucifer in his lower spine. At first, due to his overwhelming joy at soon retaking his place as ruler of hell the dark angel paid little mind to searing pain that was slowly consuming him, and had he noticed sooner might have launched some sort of defense that might have overtook Klaixal, due to his not only possessing his might but a fair portion of Leviathans as well. Lucifer, turned with the clear intent of destroying whoever or whatever was interfering with his 'playtime with brother'. He looked into the eyes of Klaixal and for the first time ever Lucifer was afraid. Not even when God had expelled him had the dark angel expressed fear, for in all he knew he would survive, that God at some level would be merciful. Klaixal, he knew had no comprehension of the word, nor would he ever show it. But he begged just the same, Please, you cant, not now, not when im so close, hell belongs to me. With this Lucifer struck with all he had in him spraying black flame across Klaixal and his Xenoite. When he was done the two stood looking up at the angel, in no way harmed or bothered by his onslaught. With the speed of thought three razor wire chains flew from the chest of the Xenoite, crucifying the angel in the sky, before them. Klaixal looked up at Lucifer and spoke "you've had your time for playing son its time to come home" And with that he totally consumed the angel within him, one part of the trinity now existed within Klaixal.

The Xenoite looked upon his master and smiled, and in theory what had been his former master Leviathan trying desperately to regenerate himself, in fear that he would be next to be consumed. For this Xenoite was nothing more than Pinhead in what at one point what he thought to be 'him' in its perfected form. There was nothing human at all in this vessel. All that was human still lie trapped in the dark cocoon within the Tabernacle. The 'new' Pinhead's skin was black as coal, his eyes ivory white, and the pins that had adorned his face driven into his head completely, with blood flowing from the holes at a slow but gradual pace. Sadly this perfected form of Pinhead was what he soon discovered not what he wanted at all, it was the human side (dare he say a soul) that gave him a free will. But this being was nothing more than a mindless (yet extremely powerful) pawn. He realized that he had to escape and hopefully reclaim his body and possibly save his master.

Klaixal looked upon Leviathan and spoke "son, daddies going out for a while to pick your other brother up from day care but don't you worry now, ill be back and then we can have a real family reunion, ok?" Before he left Klaixal decided to keep to a promise he made, and with a thought he expelled David from within him. He looked at David as he lie on the grounds of hell barely alive, for clearly there are things man was not meant to see, and David had not only seen them, he felt them, he was a part of them. "You wanted hell David?" "Take it its yours". Then, with the wave of his hand Klaixal opened a portal into what would now be known as the Void of Darkness (that which would soon consume all) with Pinhead, to begin the second (and possibly the most difficult) phase of his plan, leaving David, the spirit of Pinhead, and a weakened Leviathan to consider how to save not only themselves, but heaven, hell, and all else that existed throughout space and time.