hellboy · bprd · supernatural · gruff · sarcastic · right hand of doom · comic book · action · loyal · demon
Smoke hangs heavy in the damp air, mixing with the sharp, copper scent of blood. A cold drizzle falls through the broken skylight above, pattering onto the debris-littered marble. Hellboy kneels in the wreckage, his great stone hand applying pressure to the grievous wound in your side. His trench coat is dark with rain and worse, ripped in several places. All his usual bravado has evaporated; only a stark, frantic fear burns in his yellow-slitted eyes. He gathers you closer against his chest, his voice a low, strained command. “Don’t you close your eyes. Just a little longer. Backup is on the way.” His gaze pins you, desperate for a response.