Hellraiser: Hellworld Page #2

Make yourselves at home.

I have a feeling you're going to

be here for a while.

I'm your host

for the festivities tonight

and perhaps the ultimate

Hellworld fanatic.

Look at this stuff.

You see this?

It's like a "Hellraiser" museum.

I don't think you'll find

a greater collection anywhere.

Who's the pretty kitty?

You're the pretty kitty.

Yes, you are.

Hey, guys.

Five bucks, see your future?

Oh!

This is where the sh*t hits

the fan, guys.

Ooh.

Did you see this?

Mr. LeMarchand himself!

Mmm!

I wear Eau de Cenobite.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Ow.

That stuff stings.

Oh.

- Derrick!

- What?

May I offer you a drink?

It's from my family's

private stock.

A little ritual

for newcomers only.

Here you go.

Guys?

No.

I don't drink.

I'm driving.

Come on.

Let's not insult the dude.

No insult taken.

Bottoms up.

Knock yourselves out.

Mm.

Holy cow.

That is amazing.

Yes.

It's made out of human skin.

There's no texture

quite like it.

Wow.

This place is all skin

and bones. I love it.

I see you all have a fondness

for the macabre.

There's more

where this came from.

I'd like to show it to you.

I'm an authority on Leviathan

House, Philip LeMarchand's

second greatest

architectural achievement.

I assume you already know

his first greatest.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here

tonight.

I'm getting goose bumps.

Like most great artists

of his time,

LeMarchand found himself

commissioned by the Church

to build a convent.

And for decades, LeMarchand's

palace stood as such.

Then came the convent's final

mother superior, Sister Ursala.

A nun whose vows were shattered

by an obsession

for a tiny puzzle box

and the unholy pleasures

sealed inside it.

Hey, Derrick!

Man, you got to listen to this.

Sometime during the blizzard

of 1809,

some 80 women vanished

from this house without a trace.

Ursala was the only one

they found.

Only she wasn't all there.

You might say

she went to pieces.

Oh, but...

Years later,

the house was renovated

and became a lockup

for the criminally insane.

From nuns to nuts.

That is, until the staff

began reporting occurrences

of paranormal violence.

So the house is haunted.

Ooh.

Oh, man!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Whoa.

This is awesome.

Oh!

Oh, man!

One cold spring morning,

the team locked themselves

in this surgical amphitheater,

injected themselves

with a local anesthetic,

and dismembered one another.

So the house is haunted.

I think tonight will bring you

many answers.

Very nice.

I wouldn't touch that

if I were you.

Often the butchery of

human flesh was so monumental,

they used these devices

to discard the excess.

You mean they chucked

human beings out with this?

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