The Young Bloods.
A drabble I wrote on a random headcannon I had about kids entering Hell and a new character that might be introduced in the fic.
In Hell there is a variety of residents within, most if not all have committed great sins that had lead them to their damnation, but what if the innocent got caught in the crossfire? A question that had been debated and fought on amongst the Cenobites. It was primarily the children of the sinners, caught between their parents opening the box and being dragged into Hell, or else wandering in after before the portal closes.
Before the Hell Priest took his reign of being Leviathan's favored son- children were seen as nothing more than dead weight that came with the victims. So very few were taken in by the cenobites, most were disposed of quickly and used as fodder. But The Hell Priest had swiftly put a stop to it.
When he first entered Hell, it was due to him opening the box on his own. It was an obssession, a promised sweet relief of the fear and hatred he was forced to endure so he wouldn't become a "faggot", according to his father as he left him with marks.
Now those marks seemed to be neuance compared to what he saw. He was placed within what appeared to be a cathedral, groups clamoring about as they awaited their fates. Some were his age, young boys and girls huddling together around him as a tall, heavily pierced figure watched over them from behind. Across were older children in cloaks, adorning piercings and ornate scars across their skin. They weren't panicked like his group, instead they casually talked among themselves as if they were in a school yard.
Suddenly, a voice drenched in authority bellowed out to be silent, along with hushed voices scolding them amongst the elders. A tall woman with her throat open walked down the aisle, gazing at them to make sure that none stepped out of line as the Hell Priest cleared his throat.
"Our spiritual lessons shall begin just shortly, but amongst you are new bloods who had recently arrived within Leviathan's domain."
The voice sent a chill up young Darren's spine, this whole place was large and frightening to a young mind.
"Leviathan has chosen your lot to enter, and for that you should feel honored. But also, it is a great responsibility that should not be taken lightly- that is why you all be taken in by masters. Now come forth before them."
Suddenly, Darren's group was herded by the tall cenobite up to the podium, standing before the vast groups of cenobites and young bloods as they watched in curiosity. He pushed himself past the other cowaring children to hide behind them, crouching low in his childish attempt to not be seen by the monsters coming forth.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Face."
Pinhead said, giving the actor a polite smile. Face chuckled in reply, wearing a rather cheery mask. "I believe we have spoken about it before, but I feel as if my internal clock is ticking- something is missing in my life."
The Hell Priest nodded, before suddenly frowning. "This isn't merely adopting a pet, it is molding the next generation of potential cenobites and working through the traumas that they bring with them from their past lives."
His tone was serious, ever cold as frost drifted from his mouth. Face sighed in return. "And I am very aware of that, Hell Priest-"
He was cut off by a cry of fear, a boy backing into the podium as Hunger attempted to come close. Suddenly, his arm was roughly grabbed and he released a scream. Face had enough as he made his way down and got in between them, glaring at the skeletal cenobite. "That is no way to handle children! Have you gone mad and forgotten the most important rule?"
Hunger rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Have you forgotten not to get into my or anyone else's business, thesbian?"
Out of spite, Face scooped the boy into his arms and quickly etched a knick into his cheek with a nail as the child cried out in pain. Blood seeped out as it felt hot and sticky against his cheek. "Oh whatever, that boy will grow to be a bloody jester like you!"
The Hell Priest had enough as he slammed his hands down upon the podium's surface. "That's enough out of both of you! Hunger, Face, leave this place at once! And since the boy had received his first mark by you-"
Face had suddenly realized what he had just done, and the new responsibility he had taken.
"You, Face, are now his mentor and guardian."
Pinhead grabbed his shoulder, glaring into his eyes. "Do not make me regret giving you this responsibility."
"And that's how I received this annoying scar?"
Darren smirked as Face rolled his eyes and lightly smacked him behind the head. "It is a worthy mark, the first and most important you will ever receive!"
"And it's hard to conceal with make up."
His reply earned him a glare, before Face sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Oh you hush now, you are almost a star like your father and you should be proud of it!"
They walked out onto an empty stage, bodies suspended from the rafters as there was gore on the floor. Darren's silver piercings glittered in soft lighting. "Just wait yet, my dear, your greatest performance is coming yet."