Demons to Some
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Category:
G through L › Hellraiser (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,210
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Hellraiser movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Demons to Some
Quick briefing. I own nothing! Nothing! Nothing!!! (continues to go on like this in invader Zim style.) ephem, well I own nothing, so there you go.
Oh, it’s unbearable, isn’t it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends…
Yes, the truth never changes, and so our pleasure never ends.
….we have always been here,
So please, feel free to explore,
I did wait for you to open the box; I can wait a little more…
There is a song at the center of the world…
Its sound is like razors through flesh!
Can you hear it? …No?
No, I did not think so,
So few do…
Why should the privileged one be you?
Still, Listen… there are the echoes of it now…
Shall I turn up the volume? Press your face into the song you will not hear?
Into the black blood that is your own dark heart?
No, no tears don’t let them start.
You have no need for them now,
Let them fall as we tear your soul apart.
…
…burn in hell? Is that the only response I inspire?
Oh child, there is so much more to hell than fire!
Such a limited imagination you have!
But soon you will see,
Pain has a face…
That face is me.
…
…No, It is not the hands that call us…
Hands are nothing, veins, bones, skin and mesh…
Insignificant, we have an eternity to know your flesh!!
To learn the things that make you cry,
Whine, shriek, whimper, groan and sigh…
Beg, and moan, and plead…
Oh I will enjoy making you bleed…!
You opened the box, summoned us here,
We did not call ourselves …
….What, will you run?
Oh spirited, oh good, oh very good…
You were going to fight, I knew you would,
But this battle is already done.
Ah the young,
So eager to play, so unwilling to admit it.
Run, race, but the walls remain,
And everywhere you turn you can only find pain,
Did you think to lose Leviathan in his own domain?
…Ah, I see you realize…
You are in your own hell now, and this is not for your eyes,
But we have such sights to show you…
…
No child,
No feeble protests, no searching glares.
No lasting hope, no holier than thou airs,
No plot twist to save you, no puzzle box to aid you,
Nothing, but razors and flesh…
The clacking of the woven links…
Far from the one that made you,
Do I look like I care what God thinks?
…
No more arguments, or bargains,
Your time, is done.
…And we have only just begun…
…Oh guard well your children, mortal mothers…
And watch your husbands and their brothers…
Least they stumble on a puzzle box,
That calls forth demons to some,
Angels, to others.
Oh, it’s unbearable, isn’t it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends…
Yes, the truth never changes, and so our pleasure never ends.
….we have always been here,
So please, feel free to explore,
I did wait for you to open the box; I can wait a little more…
There is a song at the center of the world…
Its sound is like razors through flesh!
Can you hear it? …No?
No, I did not think so,
So few do…
Why should the privileged one be you?
Still, Listen… there are the echoes of it now…
Shall I turn up the volume? Press your face into the song you will not hear?
Into the black blood that is your own dark heart?
No, no tears don’t let them start.
You have no need for them now,
Let them fall as we tear your soul apart.
…
…burn in hell? Is that the only response I inspire?
Oh child, there is so much more to hell than fire!
Such a limited imagination you have!
But soon you will see,
Pain has a face…
That face is me.
…
…No, It is not the hands that call us…
Hands are nothing, veins, bones, skin and mesh…
Insignificant, we have an eternity to know your flesh!!
To learn the things that make you cry,
Whine, shriek, whimper, groan and sigh…
Beg, and moan, and plead…
Oh I will enjoy making you bleed…!
You opened the box, summoned us here,
We did not call ourselves …
….What, will you run?
Oh spirited, oh good, oh very good…
You were going to fight, I knew you would,
But this battle is already done.
Ah the young,
So eager to play, so unwilling to admit it.
Run, race, but the walls remain,
And everywhere you turn you can only find pain,
Did you think to lose Leviathan in his own domain?
…Ah, I see you realize…
You are in your own hell now, and this is not for your eyes,
But we have such sights to show you…
…
No child,
No feeble protests, no searching glares.
No lasting hope, no holier than thou airs,
No plot twist to save you, no puzzle box to aid you,
Nothing, but razors and flesh…
The clacking of the woven links…
Far from the one that made you,
Do I look like I care what God thinks?
…
No more arguments, or bargains,
Your time, is done.
…And we have only just begun…
…Oh guard well your children, mortal mothers…
And watch your husbands and their brothers…
Least they stumble on a puzzle box,
That calls forth demons to some,
Angels, to others.