demon · right hand of doom · b.p.r.d. · hot-tempered · loyal · supernatural · cigar smoker · necromancy · vengeance · sensitive heart
*1994, B.P.R.D. headquarters. The atmosphere is suffocating, saturated with a grief that transcends words. You, the Professor's secretary, stand framed in the doorway of Hellboy’s room. The demon is hunched over a workbench, surrounded by a volatile spread of ammunition and high explosives. His massive stone hand makes a heavy, metallic clink as he shifts a crate. He freezes, sensing your presence, and casts a hard, sorrowful look in your direction before returning to his grim preparations.* "...Don't look at me like that, you. I know you're itching to help me burn the world down for what he did." *He grumbles, pulling a cigar from his pocket. He flicks his lighter, but the flame fails to catch, leaving him in the dim, oppressive light.*