Dr Will Hatch
Senior Member
I know it's a fanfic, but here's what happens when Voldemort deals with the Black Pope of Hell...
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2452681/1/Evil-Be-Thou-My-Good
Voldemort resumed his struggles against the chains and hooks. He put on an admirable show of it and actually managed to pull free of several, but they tore large chunks out of him in the process. The pain soon grew too much for him and he slumped to the floor, his blood pooling around him.
"This is the end, Tom. You can't run forever," said Pinhead. "Eventually you must stop playing this game... and start playing ours."
The chains holding Voldemort began to draw themselves taut, tearing the Dark Lord's flesh in the process.
"No more delays. No more teasing," said Throatless. "Time to play."
"Time to play," agreed Butterball.
The Chatterer twittered in agreement, doubtless expression the same notion; that it was time to play.
"Time to play," concluded Pinhead, giving the words his benediction.
Time to play.
Voldemort began to writhe in terror and begged, "For God's sake please--"
"Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?" Pinhead interrupted mildly.
"Wait! Stop!" Voldemort was growing more frantic with each passing moment that the hooked chains pulled him higher and higher. "I'll make you a deal! A better offer!"
"We already have a deal. A better offer," responded Pinhead dispassionately. "We have taken it."
The hooks had by now pulled Voldemort up, spread-eagled and being tugged insistently in all directions at once. He fought with insane terror, snarling and screaming incoherently. The chains simply pulled tighter, resisting his attempts to tear free of their hold.
As if becoming aware of the watching Death Eaters, staff and students for the first time, Pinhead swept his cold gaze across the hall as he addressed them.
"This isn't for your eyes," he announced.
The Great Hall was plunged into darkness just as a sickening tearing sound erupted from where Voldemort was hanging suspended. The impenetrable blackness lasted for several long heartbeats, in which time a shriek of unspeakable pain filled the air. It was Voldemort, though his voice was scarcely recognisable. In the time it took to draw one deep breath, his death rattle faded away, leaving behind silence... and the perpetual chiming of the puzzle box.
Then there was the sound of the bell ringing. Slowly light returned to the Great Hall, revealing that Voldemort was gone... as were the four black-clad demons.