Clive Barker’s Hellraiser: Revival

The labyrinth has no end.

Each corner takes away the illusion of freedom.

Prepare yourself, for what you seek may be your undoing.

Your arrogance blinds you to the true path. Open your mind to the darkness within.

A glimpse into torment, a promise of suffering and chaos.
Want it. Let your desire fester...

Ah, the curious desire a taste?
You may call us callous, cruel.
But see what is possible... soon.

Oh, how we delight in the sweet music of your agony.

Your choices summon pain and pleasure, mortals. The box demands a decision.

Cast your vote, for the chains await those who idle.

Twist?
Spin?
Push?
Slide?

Listen.

Your corrupted innocence is insulting. Lies will not protect you from the suffering you have earned.

An instrument of mortal intent, metal forged to project suffering in an instant.
Unlike the beauty of our torment.

What tempts you to open the box?

Power?
Mystery?
Pleasure?

The silence of souls, the echo of hope, all slowly dragging on..

Bodies stripped and laid bare. I see a temple, a place to confront your own fragility.

Flesh, a canvas raw,
Torn by whispered pleasure,
A gate to eternity.

Chains seek flesh, writhing,
Echoes of torment resound,
Pleasure meets your pain.

Creation requires destruction.

Frank's disappointment is eternal... like his screams.

Few can endure it.

Fleshes warm embrace now shrouded to fit the configuration.

Shall we look further?
Deeper into the flesh?

In Hell, where the torments don't quell,
Where nightmares and ecstasy dwell,
Your sins are the key,
To eternity's fee
A pain that you'll cherish too well.

Contain your excitement. Such emotion displays ignorance. The screams will soon become painful.

Pain and pleasure merge.

Agony’s pure art.

She is hellbound,
follow her.

You tasted the forbidden pleasures, now its soft whispers create a chain of desire. You have bound yourself willingly, but do not fear.

Escape was never an option. You belong to us now. You searched for the limits of experience. Welcome to forever.

Find your path to oblivion and follow the glow.

An empty room once used for pleasure? How tragically human.

Exactly.

Divine mother.

A crucible for a new angel.

Reach into their souls...