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I'm back once again for another round with our favourite cenobite.

Going to try and make this a longer one (attempt at least).Enjoy!

Please feel free to review constructive criticism is all good.

ANGEL TO HER

Looking towards the tall black-clad figure standing by the window in her dimly lit apartment, Kirsty could see why he had been made the leader of the cenobites.

His very presence commanded authority along with a voice that made others tremble with fear.

He was still every inch the soldier at heart.

It had only been ten minutes ago that Kirsty had handed the photograph to him.

The photograph of a brave, handsome army officer.

The photo of him.

He had stood and stared at it for what seemed like forever, trying to let the image in front of him register in his head and in his heart.

Pinhead had always believed that he had been a cenobite since the creation of hell and always would be.

But looking down at this picture of his former self helped to stir up old memories long forgotten.

Memories of war, trenches, endless horrors and violence he wished he hadn't remembered.

And memories of happiness, fun and joy before the war.

He had been human, had a life, one mostly filled with pain but a life nonetheless.

Kirsty had watched him while he took the photo from her and looked at it.

She could see in his eyes and the way he had tensed up that he was remembering.

Ever since she had found the photograph at Channards house, she was a little unsure if the man in the picture really was him, it is hard to tell when someone has pins covering their face.

But the one thing Kirsty could recognise was his eyes.

When she had seen the picture for the first time she saw Pinheads eyes.

Looking at him now she knew she had been right, she wasn't sure why she had recognised his eyes or why she was still staring at him.

'So do we have a deal?' Kirsty asked warily.

Pinhead slowly lifted his gaze from the photo to face her, looking deep into her eyes.

He was being given a second chance to get his life back and Kirsty Cotton was the one offering it to him.

Kirsty Cotton of all people!

He was dumbstruck.

Kirsty watched him take one more look at the photo before looking back to her again; she couldn't believe she had actually made the great cenobite leader speechless.

For the first time since she had known him, Pinheads voice was quiet and soft as he uttered the words…

'We do'.

-TOBECONTINUED-

Well there you have it first chapter up.

Not 100 sure what direction this story will take but im sure ill come up with something.

If you have any special request for the story then let me know!