I raise my hands in a desperate attempt to stop the bastard. But my arms fail me, and the Chatterer
closes in, his saliva getting in my eyes and mouth, his entrails coiling round my torso, his chattering
The Lead Cenobite laughs above me.
‘How lovely,’ – he drawls, as if savoring every syllable. – ‘Not to be able to see the eyes of your destiny. You’ve tampered with the things you have no business with, but the consequences are still yours to suffer.’
I realize that my legs are still working.
My knee shoots up. The demon tumbles forward, his wound smearing my face.
In the pale moonlight I see the Lead Cenobite’s pins twinkling; the descriptions of him carousel before
They were all wrong.
He’s no Devil.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
He speaks to me:
‘Still reluctant to go, I see. Too soon you’ll discover the foolishness of your acts, for the price will surpass your imagination.’
He moves his hand up and glances to my left.
A chain shoots from the darkness of the hall and hooks into the wall, blocking my path.
The wall starts to bleed.
I manage to get to my legs.
The Chatterer recuperates slowly. He seems to know – there is no hurry, I won’t run.
I look into the dark eyes of the Cenobite. He cocks his head and smiles faintly.
Surprised by my own actions, I fall on my knees. I taste salt on my lips – it’s not blood, I’m crying.
‘I’m willing to help. I’m just a cog wheel. I can take you to the people who pulled the lever.’