Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 34

Grace groans as she dodges another ghost that tries to attack her in the hallway. Why do the ones she wanted to ask about Doctor Channard always seem angry and wanted to lash out at her. It wasn't her fault that they were dead and wandering the hospital hallways.
Many of the ghosts were patients and staff. They walk around looking lost and confused. Some asked her what their names were, to repeat what they were doing. Most of them were disfigured that she barely recognised them. She didn't recognise her friend Missy. She believed Missy had escaped the hospital and gone home. Her fingers were burned and flakes of skin hung on the bone. Missy mumbled repeatedly about puzzles and couldn't solve them.
Doctor Channard had told Grace that she had gone home, she was well enough to leave the hospital. Grace thought it was weird that Missy didn't say goodbye to her and Tiffany. Why would Doctor Channard lie to her?
Another ghost caught Grace's attention. It was a mother searching for her daughter. She had a huge hand print bruised over her mouth and nose. White thick foam leaking out of her nose and thick clumps of vomit and whatever chemical it was pouring out of her mouth as she talked. She was the mother of Tiffany.
Grace continued down the many hallways, either side where doors, some open, come closed. She walked, passing rooms and looked in as she walked by. She paused outside the door. Crystal, a long term patient of the hospital was sitting in the middle of the room on a chair. She was sitting naked on the chair, her legs wide open to see her vagina. She was fucking herself with the end of her hairbrush. She was the hospital's nymphomaniac.
Grace doesn't know what to feel. It isn't the first time she saw Crystal fucking something. It was usually the staff.
When she died, Grace saw things that she didn't see whilst being alive. The amount of Cenobites roaming the hallways just to be nosy.
The Auditor was one of them. He liked to visit hell to see what the humans are like, what sins they possess. He always found things fascinating, new tools he would 'borrow' to punish someone in hell. She found it amusing the amount of things he had in his office. She found an 1893 tin opener and he told her he opened someone's skull with it.
He bowed his head as he stood in front of Grace. Grace rolled her eyes, and they continued down the hallway in silence, watching the patients play a game of Candyman. The Auditor chuckled at them. They turned a corner and opened the double doors. They watched Tiffany being dragged to a room by two interns. One was tall and plump and the other smaller and thinner.
"Huh. Interesting." The Auditor said cheerfully.
Grace frowned. "What is?"
"They have to drag her back from the mirror room everyday. But they fail to notice she has a bit of a mirror in her socks."
"Ah, I wondered why her socks were bloody. She told me she gets nose bleeds."
"AH! Funniest thing I've heard."
"Well...why is she collecting bits of mirror then?" Grace asked.
"I don't know."
Grace narrowed her eyes at him. She knew he was hiding something from her. His glasses couldn't have anything no matter how much he covered his eyes.
"How's the meeting going." Grace asked curiosity.
"It's going well with the amount of screaming I can hear."
Grace sighs. "Let me guess... Jophie."
The Auditor laughed. "Correct. She is screaming in rage that you don't belong with us. Saying she could be a better mother than Nikoletta. I swear, your mother is going to slit the bitches throat. Something I would love too see." He says cheerfully. "But we know that can't happen."
"And the others?" Grace asks nervously.
"The Hell Priest is hard to read, but Chatterer, he wants to pour holy water on the bitch and watch her burn in hell. He said he wants her to look pretty, just like himself."
Grace gasped. Her eyes widened in shock. "He said the 'P' word."
The Auditor tilted his head to the side and stared at Grace. She shifted uncomfortably. He studied her.
"He told you then?"
Grace nodded. "Some of it. He told me he framed his mother for his father's murder."
"Do you know why?"
"Yes. His father sexually abused him from an early age." She told him.
"His mother was no saint. She beat the shit out of him. Do you know why, Grace."
Grace shook her head, unable to speak.
"She beat him because he was beautiful. Rumors are with the Cenobites, his looks could rival Jophie."
Grace looked at the auditor. "Is that why she hates him?" She asked.
They continued walking. "Did he tell you anything else?"
He was sent to an orphanage, they were told they were useless to society. He had a boyfriend called Seth. He prayed to the Goddess of Love for affection. At the age of twenty-five, he and Seth became male sex workers to earn more money. The people who he slept with always told him he was pretty. And he started to hate the word. One day, one of his clients asked him what his deepest desire is, and he replied 'to be loved.' A couple months after, he met the same client, he asked the same question. He replied 'to be ugly.' He told me the client handed him the Lament Configuration. He served the God of pain and desire..."
The Auditor nodded. "He did bring us fresh flesh then. All of them are very bad sinners. Some of them believed we had beautiful men and women to give them pleasure or something to desire....continue if you like."
Grace lit a cigarette. "He said he met his ex, Seth, four years later. He was blind. Seth told him that their old pimp punished him for J... Chatterer leaving them. They had sex and they were about to open the Lament Configuration together. Seth backed out, and told... Chatterer....that he hated him, that he didn't love him at all. He left... Chatterer on his own. He opened the Lament Configuration...that's all I know." Grace said, as she smoked her cigarette.
Grace knew it hurt the Chatterer to tell her of his human life. She could hear it in his voice when he chattered his teeth. Seth was the Chatterer's first love. But to have a life like he had and the abuse he suffered was heartbreaking. To be lied to by your partner was hurtful. Grace wanted to hurt Seth for what he did to the Chatterer, but she didn't want to hurt him. She would let the Chatterer continue what he's doing. But she understood him, they both had similar pasts and heartbreak.
Humans say that angels can never hurt them, that it's the demons that can. But humans are just as bad as both sides. Humans cause so much pain that Cenobites." The Auditor says. "I was there...the day he was made into the Cenobite he became. We all heard the bell, and we all knew who summoned us. We Cenobites were grateful for the gifts he gave us that we had chosen him to become a Cenobite. When the gateway to hell and earth opened, we were...shocked...and angry when we saw. He was on his knees, naked, of course. He stared at Jophie with so much love. He thought she was a Goddess. We watched her pour liquid on him. She looked at us with that smirk. She picked him up by his throat and threw him towards us... As he landed by the Hell Priests feet, we watched him burn to death. Leviathan tried to heal him as much, but he was disfigured. With a decision, we chose for him to become a Cenobite, we thought it would heal his face. As you can see, it didn't. He's the only Cenobite to remember his human life. The only Cenobite to survive holy water."
Grace thought she hated her father frank with a burning passion. But Jophie was on her shit list. How could an 'angel' do that. They were no better than the Cenobites.
She stopped walking as she spotted Doctor Channard talking to one of the staff. She noticed he seemed agitated.
Grace looks at the auditor. "What do you know about Doctor Channard?" She asked, curiosity.
He smirked. "I've been waiting for him to come to my office of course. Let's just say he needs to be judged.."
Grace gulped. "Is it that bad?"
"Come to my office and we'll go through his file."