Prologue.

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"For you are the flesh of my lord Leviathan."

A sharp needle pierced through flesh and bone as she bit her bottom lip in pain.

"The essence of my soul given to repair your own damaged pieces."

Her teeth drew blood as she could taste its bitter copper. A pair of closed eyes threatening to give way to release a scream.

"You are my apprentice, turned daughter with the blessing of our lord Leviathan."

As the last needle was placed, a gush of blood seeped down her chin as she had bit through. Pinhead could only chuckle as he cleaned up the mess. "Forgive me dear, I often forget that you are new to the pleasure of pain."

He placed his lips against her forehead softly.

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