Hellraiser: I can't believe I beat the demon that was considered a Devil and lived to tell. Spiritually...

The dust of the collapsed cathedral settled as John Doe stood over the broken form of the Devil. Satan, the primordial Sin of Wrath, panted against the rubble, his crimson scales cracked and his legendary temper finally extinguished by the sheer, stubborn will of a mortal.  

The beast form had vanished leaving behind a human-like form with horns and red tail. Satan's army outfit was torn apart. He was shirtless and his pants were in tatters. One of his army boots were missing.

The Sin Of Wrath still couldn't wrap his head at the fact he's been bested by a person who he deemed beneath him.

Satan: I can't believe it...I actually lost to a meer human...

Hellraiser: Ya know. You're not so bad yourself. You put up a good fight. But despite your sin. You shouldn't let your anger cloud your judgement. 

Satan: I am the sin of wrath. Being angry isn't a choice I have in that manner.

Hellraiser: I could help keep you calm?

Satan: How? Those six idiots tried before. They gave up.

Hellraiser: I'll battle you as many times as you want to indulge your wrath. In return, you teach me everything you know. 

A fair trade. 

The sin of wrath, no longer angry at the moment. A moment of peace seem to form on his face. 

Satan: You won. By the laws of the Pit, my fire is yours. I will bind my essence to your shadow. A pact, John Doe. My wrath, your command.

Before they could complete the pact. As the dark energy began to coil between them, the very air of the underworld curdled. A pressure a thousand times heavier than Satan's presence descended. The sky split open, revealing a barbaric being of ancient, monochromatic cold—Satan's father, the Progenitor of Darkness. Amon. 

The Hellraiser recognized him through Satan's memories. He is the same demon whom had slaughtered so many innocents and his own kind ten thousands years ago.

Amon: Pathetic Satan! To be bested by a creature of clay is a stain on our lineage! 

Satan:.....

John had noticed the Sin Of Wrath gone quiet. He held a look of defensive reaction where despite not moving with hyper-vigilance. 

He looked exactly...like an abused child whom had "shut down", scared of concurring the wrath of his father.

Amon: I DIDN'T RAISE A FAILURE!!!  HOW CAN YOU BE SO WEAK TO LOSE TO A HUMAN?!!! YOU USELESS BRAT!!!

The Progenitor raised a hand of shifting fire voids, intending to strike or worse. Erase his son from existence for the shame of his defeat. He struck with the force of a holy gauntlet, a blow meant to pulverize Satan into cosmic dust.

He didn't expect a punch to hit him in the face.

John Doe had moved faster than a thought. With a grunt of effort, he delivered a brutal, unceremonious brutal punch directly into the elder demon's barbarian jaw. The impact sounded like a mountain snapping in half. The Progenitor recoiled, stumbling back through the dimensional rift, his divine composure shattered by the sheer audacity of a human physical strike.

John stood between the two entities, adjusting his collar and looking up at the elder demon with bored, narrowed eyes through black sunglasses.

Hellraiser: He's with me now. And I don't like people touching my things.

Satan looked up from the dirt, a strange, flickering light—something like admiration—igniting in his eyes. He had spent eons fearing his father's shadow, only to see a man in a dusty red suit kick that shadow back into the void. 

Satan: That man...was my father. 

Hellraiser: *Solemn* know...

Satan raised an eyebrow wondering how he did he knew? 

Hellraiser: I'll tell ya later. Let's just say. I don't like seeing parents put their hands on their children.

Satan: I thought you was a nihilist. 

Hellraiser:....What do you mean?

Satan: You don't remember...? You are...an strange creature, Hellraiser. 

A dark smile tugged at his lips. No paranoia crossing his features.

Satan: But you...had bested me and beat my father. I actually desire a strong human. pact it is, then. I think I'm going to enjoy this. I will follow you without question.

Hellraiser smirked.

Hellraiser: You won't regret this Satan. 

....

Satan: Hmm... Hellraiser.

Iblis: My Lord? 

Satan: I am alright. Iblis...

Iblis: I have gotten word that you have lost to the human. Lord Amon was not pleased. I'm an atonished to see you have survived his wrath. 

Satan: Yes...thanks to the human. Though I didn't need his help. He still offered anyway. 

Iblis: I do not understand...He does not fear our kind? 

Satan: I wish I had an answer for that. But apparently. He does not. 

Iblis: What a strange human...

Satan had so many questions left unanswered.

Satan:....Why do I get the feeling he's more than that. Is this the work of his anamoly status? Just who is this man? Why do I get the feeling John Doe is not even his real name. Lucifer... don't tell me you didn't...

....

*Later*

After departing from the Sin Of Wrath, he walked through the stone labyrinth which did not hum; it breathed...An low rhythmic vibration that echoed off walls of flayed bone and cold obsidian. The Hellraiser's eyes held the void of a thousand lifetimes, walked the corridors where the air tasted of copper and ancient dust.

While John was not a Cenobite, though he bore their markings. He was a seeker, a man who had pierced the veil not for pleasure or pain, but for the architecture of the divine and the damned.In a chamber where the shadows seemed to bleed, he found it: a pedestal of scorched cedar, unbowed by the weight of eternity. Resting upon it was a bundle of vellum, bound in iron.

Hellraiser: I finally them... Solomon's notes.