Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the centre of the world and its sound is like razors through flesh. You can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.
Save your tears, I'll reap your sorrow, slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.
after grabbing a Priest's hand, and causing the cross it holds to catch fire and melt the Priest's hand Thou shall not bow down before any graven image.
No tears please. It's a waste of good suffering.
Go on... but trick us again child, and your suffering will be legendary, even in Hell.
Yeah, Pinhead is a plethora of wisdom, man...
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