Well, here it is, the first chapter of "Bond", a Hellboy fanfic. Ok, the title's not that great. I'll have to work on that.

Anyways, remember, this is a Christian story. In other words, there will be, so called, "religion" mentioned in this story. Do not say that I didn't warn you.

I wanted a different spin on Hellboy. Ok, I wanted my spin. Who doesn't want their own spin in a movie? Anyways, I decided to add a few more characters… or, maybe a lot.

I liked Nuada as a mysterious and driven character, even though I did not care for certain decisions that he made, obviously. I then read a few Nuada stories here on . Some were very good and others… well, everyone has their own tastes and favorite types of literature. That's the way it has been and always will be.

As I read, I started coming up with many plot lines. Some of them I liked and actually tried to write. Others, I would just get a huge writer's block and quit. I thought about it and then found my plot.

I do not own Hellboy or the characters from the comic series or the movies. I do, though, own my OC's. Please ask if you want to use one or two of them… if you're even interested, which is unlikely.

Now that I've prattled on about stuff that doesn't affect you in any way, let's get on to the story.

1955

Oh, you better watch out,

You better not cry

You better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Clause is coming

To town

Professor Trevor Broom turned off the radio, sighing. The snow was falling gently outside the window. He stood, picking up a few books and walking through the small bunker. Hellboy sat in front of the TV, engrossed in the "Howdy Doody Show".

"My son," groaned Broom, picking up two other books, "will you turn off that wretched puppet? Brush your teeth."

He walked around another pile of books, sitting on the floor, in order to reach the large, wooden box. Carefully, he placed the books inside.

"Don't call him a puppet."

He looked up, slightly confused. "I beg your pardon?"

"Look," said Hellboy, pointing towards the small screen with his stone hand, "he's not a puppet. Howdy Doody's real. He's real!"

Broom only tied his robe and walked to the TV. "Well, Mr. Deedee Doodoo will have to say good night."

He turned off the TV, much to his "son's" disappointment. The red boy held his toy even tighter to himself, as if hoping that it would offer him a form of sympathy. Of course, that did not happen.

"And remember," reminded the professor, bending at the boy's level, "you have to be asleep when he comes down the chimney."

The strange youth looked from the small stove to his "father" with skepticism. "It's not even a chimney, Pop."

"Oh, he has his ways," he assured, smiling.

"Then, I want to wait up! Watch him do it!"

"Nonsense," rebuked Broom, straightening.

Hellboy sighed. "Okay. I want a story then."

He crossed his arms. "Oh, no, no, no. No stories tonight."

"Just one," pleaded the boy. "And then I'll go to bed, right away! Then… I'll brush my teeth! I promise!"

Broom didn't know exactly what made him smile. It could have been the boy's determination of staying up later than needed, his hesitation at the prospect of brushing his teeth, or the fact that his son was so strange, that he could not say no. Whatever the reason, it all led to his opening of the mysterious box and removing a blue, felt book.

Hellboy's eyes lit up at it, as if receiving a new toy. He stared towards the strange symbol on the cover, curiosity evident in his youthful face. He made himself comfortable beside the stove, as Broom sat in his chair.

"Very well, then," he said, opening the book. He murmured a moment, as he flipped the pages. "Ah, yes, there."

He cleared his throat, beginning the tale.

It is said, that at the dawn of time, man, beast and all magical beings lived together in a great forest and garden, so called Eden. But man, tainted by sin, was thrown from Eden, given a promise of redemption and a kingdom of Heaven to come.

Many magical beings became jealous of their Maker's pity on man. In their pride and greed, the magical beings marched to battle against man. The blood of many an elf, ogre, goblin and all magical beings was spilled in their war with man. And King Balor, the one-armed king of Elfland, watched the slaughter in dread and despair, for he had been told that man had waged war on the Nymphs, the more peaceful creatures of the Earth.

But one day, the master of the goblin blacksmiths, offered to build the Elf King a golden, mechanical army, seventy-times seventy soldiers, who would never know hunger and could not be stopped. Prince Nuada begged his father to agree. "Build me this army", the king said.

And so, a magical crown was forged that would allow those of royal blood to command Golden Army, if unchallenged. "I am King Balor, leader of the Golden Army. Is there anyone who disputes my right?" And in his throne room, no one challenged his word.

"But, wait," interrupted Hellboy, his mouth full of toothpaste. "What if someone could challenge him? Would they have a fight?"

"Well, most likely," answered Broom. "A challenge must be answered. But do you want to hear the end of this story or not?"

"Yes, please," mumbled the boy, brushing his large teeth.

"Right. So-

The world was changed and the next time the humans marched against the magical beings, they felt the earth tremble beneath their feet and saw the sky darken with monstrous shapes. The Golden Army had no remorse, felt no loyalty or pain. Thousands were slaughtered, whether they were man or friends of man. Queen Nada of the Nymphs pleaded with King Balor to listen to reason and remember the Maker's covenant with man.

The King of Elfland's eyes were opened and his heart grew heavy with regret. He offered a sacrifice to the Maker and then called a truce with man. He ordered that the crown be divided into three pieces, one for the humans and two for himself. In exchange, man would keep to their territories and the magical beings would own the hidden realms. This truce would be honored by their sons and the sons of their sons, until the end of time.

But Prince Nuada did not believe in the promises of man. It is said that he went into exile, vowing to return the day his people needed him most. Hundreds of Dark Elves and ogres joined a cult that vowed to bring the end of man. However, this cult was found and destroyed by Nephilim, giants who were born from the sons of God and the daughters of the earth. Their remains are cursed and their offspring given a seal, that would alert any nation of a dark child in their midst.

So, the Golden Army lay dormant, locked inside the Earth, waiting. And there it is to this day, awaiting the day the crown is made whole again. Silent, still and indestructible.

Broom smiled, closing the book. He stood from the bed, while Hellboy pondered the last word.

"What does it mean," he attempted, "i-industrable?"

"Indestructible," corrected Broom, turning to his son. "It means no one can destroy them. Go to sleep, my son."

Hellboy pulled out his toy gun, adjusting himself, but then looking up. "But it's just a story, right, Pops?"

"Is it now," he asked.

"Yeah, those guys, they can't be real!"

Broom smiled, wryly. "Oh, my son, I'm sure you will find out."

Hellboy took a moment to consider it, but then turned on his side to fall asleep. Broom sighed, closing the curtain.

He walked to the box, placing the book back in its place. His eyes looked towards the bedroom, as he sighed again.

"I'm sure you will find out."

1955, just outside of Paris…

The forest was silent. No owl flew in the night sky. Not even mice dared to leave their nests. Snow petals fell quietly to the leaf-covered floor, the only source of sound in the area…

that is, until it came.

It was darkness. Its presence brought a cold wind upon the forest. Its cloak hid its features, only its glowing eyes visible from underneath the cowl.

Another pair of footsteps approached, tentative. The second visitor was light, his hair bright and his skin a pale white. His one hand gripped a spear, as his other held a sword.

He slowly approached darkness, his caution obvious. Darkness was not to be trusted. It deceived and played tricks on light. It waited, silent.

"I was told that you wished an audience with me," said Light. He lifted his chin. "I am here."

Darkness chuckled, lowly. "You still do not trust me, after all that we have been through, together?"

"If I recall, our last encounter was our reason for our dislike of each other."

It cocked its head. "Our dislike is only natural, born within us. You seek day and I am night… opposite sides of the coin, as it were."

Light grunted, looking away. "You asked for me and I obliged in not killing you. Speak your peace."

"Very well."

Darkness moved to a tree, its shadows following. "Your time is coming, I have heard. If that is so, then I wish to be a part of it."

Light's eyes narrowed. "You would aid me in my quest?"

"We both seek the end to the human race… along with those who stand beside them."

He seemed to consider it, his face emotionless. His opposite waited, patiently.

"And your terms?"

Darkness paused for a long moment, before whispering, "I want her."

Light's head tilted to the side, wearing a fake mask of confusion.

"Do not mock me," it growled, its eyes flickering under the cowl. "You know where she is and I want her!"

He shook his head, slowly. "You cannot. She is bound to him."

Darkness began to grow in size. "NO!"

The roar echoed across the forest. The trees shuddered, their bows wishing to enfold in their trunks. Light only stood, gripping his weapons tighter.

"You have become cold, Light," it hissed, mournfully.

He looked distant. "Perhaps…. I do not agree to your terms." He turned away. "Goodbye."

"ELF," snapped Darkness, moving forward. "You have your weaknesses as well! Do not forget that I saved your pathetic life! You are indebted to me and I will summon you. When that day comes… you shall have no choice but to bring her to me."

Light lifted his head, his back towards Darkness, and the moonlight before him.

Author's Note; Reviews, if you please! I know it is only a prologue, but I want to know what you think.