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- And then the Priest uttered an incantation. Harry felt a stinging in his sinuses and turned to see that the Cenobite was leaking a dark, ominous ooze that was so potent it was dissolving the asphalt upon which it fell.
- The black ooze was a dark blood that ran from the wounds Harry had inflicted in the demon. The blood followed the lines of the scars on the Cenobite’s face—down, across, down, across—until the drops cascaded down his neck and forked off toward each arm.
- The blood dance held Harry’s gaze for a long moment, long enough for the power accruing in his adversary’s hands to reach critical mass. The Priest flicked his hands toward Harry and a few stinging flecks of the black venom broke loose and burned Harry’s gun hand.
- An idea formed in Harry’s mind, and before he had time to rethink it he advanced toward Pinhead, taking off his jacket. As he did so, Pinhead unleashed another burst of his murderous mud that Harry quickly dodged. Harry was determined not to give the bastard a third chance.
- -The Scarlet Gospel, BOOK TWO, Chapter 9
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