INTRODUCTION
DUST TO DUST.
Three years passed since Ireland's lands had been stepped by Hellboy and his friends.
Three years passed since a fight that would decide the future of the human kind happened.
Three years passed since all the magical creatures cried the death of prince Nuada and his sister Nuala, who had always been loved and admired by every single creature that lived in the woods.
Three years passed since Anung un Rama made the decision of abandoning his previous life to focus on his future family.
Three years since everything ended. The world was never cornier and quieter.
For three years, earth seemed to have lost all its magic and mystic that humans tried so hard to ignore before.
But that was about to change.
The place where that battle had once happened had now become a mere and dusty tomb, where the golden army rested, asleep and abandoned just like what remained from Prince Nuada's body, forgotten by everyone…or almost everyone.
One large and slim hand gently filled itself with the grains of dust that were once Nuada's body. The grey substance ran through the hand's fingers, like it was mere water. Twelve eyes calmly blinked while staring at the small pile of dust as a small smile spread through the creature's face.
"It is always painful to watch such a noble species turn into mere dust, Nuada." A voice that sounded more like a whisper said, as if speaking to the pile of dust.
"Alas, we all must face our death...eventually." The winged being tilted its head slightly to the left while smiling widely, revealing all of its teeth into a disturbing grin.
"I am your death, Prince Nuada." The being spread out its black wings, looking like a true biblical creature.
Yet, it was hard to tell if it had either descended from heavens or crawled out of hell.
"And I am here to give you a second chance. I am here to…"
"Hey, Friend! Friend!" A small raspy voice shouted, echoing through the whole gigantic room.
That sudden sound interrupted the angel of death and made all of his eyes widen in surprise…and then narrow in disgust when realizing who it was.
That deficient and annoying troll kept thinking that they had some kind of friendship going on.
He saw him as a friend. But the Angel saw him more of an annoyance than anything else.
"Friend, I brought you some food. I was hopin' I could trade ya for one of those interestin' jars of yours if…"
The troll stopped talking when realizing that The Angel was on the top of the stairs (which he couldn't walk over since he lacked legs) and his eyebrows quickly furrowed in curiosity.
"Whatcha doin' up there?"
The winged creature calmly kneeled down and filled one of its hands with Nuada's ashes again.
And even though the answer he gave to the troll didn't satisfy him, the legless being spoke no more.
"Re-writing destiny."
The Death Angel blew the dust out of his hand, making it slowly swirl in the air, almost as if it was only smoke and soon, a small hurricane of ashes would be spinning and whirling in front of the angel who now stood up to his feet while rubbing his hands in expectation.
The feathers of the Angel's wings seemed to move with the wind produced by the twister as well as its clothing, yet none of its twelve eyes seemed to blink.
The troll watched the scene with a horrified expression as the small twister gained the size of a person.
Two pale hands would reach out from the hurricane and try to open a passage from between the swirling ashes, like they were curtains that kept him from seeing what was going on on the other side.
A head would come out from the small tornado and suddenly a whole extremely pale body would stand out from the dust and ashes, breathing heavily while letting the head hang from its neck.
Once the pale being stepped out, the twister of ashes seemed to vanish into thin air and silence would spread through the room.
All you could hear was that third figure breathing heavily, coughing and gasping for air as it fell on its knees.
The Angel of Death gave a small chuckle while removing the dark cape from his back and gently covering the naked and coughing creature with it.
"…Yeesh…! It smells like death in here!" The troll said while looking up at the two figures with disgust.
The Angel rested both of its hands on the other's shoulders titling its head to the side while grinning at the new arrival as if it was a small newborn baby.
"It is only natural to smell that way once you've opened a passage to the other side."
The troll only then realized, as the other two came up to their feet, who the pale and long haired being was.
It made his lower lip tremble in a mix of fear and shock.
"Holy mother of all trolls…"
The legless troll whispered as he slowly seemed to roll back in horror.
The pale man glared at him with a focused and cold look that was familiar to the legless creature.
Too familiar...
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Prince Nuada."