Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 30

(Grace died in part one of my fanfic. So, in part two, in hell time works differently. Grace has spent over a month in hell and for Kirsty it's been a week. Grace isn't a Cenobite in this story. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the hellraiser universe, everything belongs to Clive Barker. I hope you like it, and I will apologies for spelling and grammar mistakes.)

Channard Institute

"Kirsty, come to daddy." A man wearing her father's skin looks at her. But the voice belongs to her uncle Frank.
A scream fills the room as Kirsty bolts up from the bed. The scream dies down in her throat as she looks around the unfamiliar room. Where is Steve?
"Ah, you're awake. Good." A man said.
Detective Ronson, sits on a plain wooden chair, which is the only piece of furniture in the room.. the walls were bare save for a piece of primitive art on the wall, and on another, a circular barred window looking out.
Detective Ronson stands up and walks to the front of the bed. He rests his hand on the bed metal frame and smiles a perfunctory smile.
"Tell you what- we'll make a deal. I'll tell you what I know, then you tell me what you know. Okay?"
Kirsty is still re-orienting herself. She blinks a few times and then focuses on the detective Ronson's hands gripping the bed.
"Okay...?" He repeats.
Kirsty looks up at the Detectives face and then around the room.
"Where am I?"
"You're in The Channard Institute. It's a psychiatric hospital. But, hey, don't feel judged - it was the nearest place to bring you. Remember? You and your boyfriend?"
"Steve..."
"Don't worry. He's okay. We sent him home a few days ago. Jeez, what a story..." He puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it. "...what was it, kid? Smack? Angel dust? Don't tell me acids back in fashion?"
"What are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Oh, excuse me..." He reaches in his jacket pocket and shows her is I.D. badge. "Detective Ronson. Homicide. I'm this districts slash and dash expert. Made a career of the nasty ones. That's why I was at your dad's house. Jesus, what a mess."
Kirsty s eyes prickle with tears. She looks away from the detective and sobs loudly.
"Daddy..."

55 Lodovico street

Officer Cortez shifts some unpacked crates to allow a closer look at the shriveled and deformed corpse of one of Frank and Julia's victims.
"Jesus..."
Officer Cortez prods at the corpse with his night-stick, attempting to turn it over. A stream of maggots pours from the mouth and the cavity that used to be its throat.
Officer Cortez jumps back in disgust and knocks against one of the several wardrobes in the cluttered room. Another corpse flies out at him, as decayed and flyblown as the first.
Officer Cortez draws his gun and empties it blowing the corpses head off, scattering flesh, mucus and bone - but no blood - everywhere before realising it is already dead. He realises what he has done and lowers his weapon sheepishly.

A young woman, no older than twenty leans on the door frame watching the Officer in amusement. The cenobite behind he chatters its teeth in laughter, clapping its hands in amusement. She smiles as the Cenobite buries its disfigured face in her neck and shoulders, purring happily. Its teeth sink into her flesh but leave no marks. She doesn't flinch as she can't feel any pain or the gentle touch from her mate.
One thing that bothered her, apart from being dead, she was just a soul. She had no body to use to help he feel what her mate was doing to her. She couldn't feel her mother's embrace or the kiss her mates offer. But strangely she could feel their emotions and they could feel hers. Words only could do so much.
Someone clears their throat behind them. Both turn to look to see who it is.
The Auditor stands awkwardly in the hallway. "Prince. Princess. I'm sorry to bother you but the meeting is starting, they require your attendance." He says to the Cenobite.
The Cenobites teeth chatter in anger, cursing as he had been disturbed. It was its first time alone with his mate and the Angels wanted him.
"Leviathans order. All Cenobite to attend. Even God has got off his throne to come down, along with Jophie. Lucifer is angry of course.."
The Cenobite hisses in anger at Jophie's name. She wanted to take Grace's body to heaven, without the permission from God, Lucifer and Leviathan. If Leviathan didn't intervene, Grace would be in heaven. So a meeting was called.
Chatterer turns to Grace and then back at The Auditor. Its teeth chattering away.
"She isn't allowed to come."
"Go..." The cenobite stops talking. Grace gives him a smile. "I will be fine. I just...haunt earth for a bit."
The cenobite tilts its head to the side. Teeth chattering as he speaks.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry..."
It chatters its teeth.
Grace laughs. "You do worry. Now go...the quicker you get this meeting over, the quicker you can see me." She watches her mate slowly walk down the hallway and into the gateway of hell.
The Auditor slowly walks over to her and bows his head. "Princess. The Engineer is almost finished with your body. It's marvellous what it can do without using the box. With your new look, he's happy to do what he's doing. Your mother approves as well."
"I'm glad. Since I can't go to the meeting can I see Kirsty?" She asks.
"You can. You have unfinished business with her. It's the same the other way around." He tells her.
"How do I..."
"Just think and you will be where she is at."
Grace closes her eyes and thinks of Kirsty. She opens them and she stares at the building in horror. Why is she in this place.