"And then-a movement at the other end of the room drew his attention.
Where, two moments before, there had been an empty space, there was now
a figure. It was the fourth Cenobite, the one that had never spoken, nor
shown its face. Not it, he now saw: but she. The hood it had worn had
been discarded, as had the robe. The woman beneath was gray yet
gleaming, her lips bloody, her legs parted so that the elaborate
scarification of her pubis was displayed. She sat on a pile of rotting
human heads, and smiled in welcome..."
The Hellbound Heart,
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