Disclaimer: Hellboy and his associated characters and stories do not belong to me, but to Mike Mignola and Dark House Comics

This is my first attempt at a story guys, so please be patient with me!!

Prologue

Abe Sapien has always been an avid reader, not to mention an extremely fast one. To date he's read almost everything in the scope of the world's folklore knowledge and library base; of course, there is always the occasional bit of local curiosity that Abe finds anew and begins to read, but it would be much faster to name the things Abe hasn't read than to name those he has.

However, there is one text of a particularly significant and ancient nature that he will soon stumble upon that will be the most important book he will ever translate and commit to memory: The diary of Catherine Tanner-Trimaine, Hellboy's human mother.

Chapter 1

The members of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense are all aware of Hellboy's path of arrival into this world. Professor Broom witnessed him pass through the portal created by the Nazis Occultists in 1944.

Later, after his adopted father's death, Hellboy would learn that there was a bit more to his tale. An old priest informed him that his birth mother, Catherine Tanner-Trimaine, was a witch and on her deathbed she was claimed as a bride by a powerful demon by the name of Prince of Sheol.

The confusing bit is that this love pact between demon and witch occurred 300 years before Hellboy crossed over into this world. The only explanation Hellboy ever got for how that was possible was that his spirit was waiting to be born at the right time, which would not come until the night that Professor Broom witnessed the portal open on December 23, 1944. Confusing or not, this new revelation about his origins just put more fuel on the fire that Hellboy would have to try even harder not to let someone use him to begin the new apocalypse.

Unfortunately for Hellboy, these worries ran through his head pretty regularly and they were really starting to piss him off.

"Maybe I'm more human now that I have a real reason to kick my dead-beat demon of a dad's ass? What do you think kitties?" During his more private moments, Hellboy was not one to pass up a chance to brainstorm with his cats.

"MEOWWW!" The all black cat that was one of Hellboy's favorites seemed to respond.

"My old man's a dick, huh baby?!" Hellboy said as he picked up the black cat and snuggled it next to his large angular jaw speaking in the most cute and cuddly voice possible. He couldn't help feeling sorry for his mother. What must it be like to be called a witch? Would the woman of his dreams be called a witch too for loving him, a half-demon, even after all he'd done for this rock of a planet? Hellboy had to push those thoughts from his mind as the double-bolted security door to his room swung open. It was Manning. His balding head, deep-set ogling eyes, and black fed suit made him seem a little bit like a reanimated corpse in the dimly lit entrance-way of Hellboy's bedroom.

"Alright, some locals in northern Scotland ran into some possessed librarian or something and we have to go check it out. It looks like a two hour job, plus plane ride, all-in-all I hope to have your ass back in this bunker before nightfall to prevent any more chances of screwing around. That clear?" The level of nonchalance and lack of a 'how are you' from Manning's mouth partly explained Hellboy's response while still holding on to his all-black feline companion.

"He's an asshole too baby?" Hellboy said sweetly into his cat's ear, but not quite loud enough for Manning to hear.

"Did you say something?" Manning never understood Hellboy's feline fetish. He just wanted to have Hellboy's entire room steam-cleaned, the cats shaven, and Hellboy taken to get a full manicure and plastic surgery work-up. Everything would be so much neater that way. But, deep down inside, even Manning had to admit that he had a sort of perturbed affection for Big Red and his testosterone fueled lifestyle.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready." Manning remained standing in Hellboy's room and looked like he intended to watch him get ready or make sure he wasn't going to sneak out of a magical trapdoor during the duration.

"Do you mind if I get some privacy? I mean I know you like to watch, but COME on." Hellboy was just poking fun at him now, still Manning had no sense of minding his own beeswax. After an eye-roll and shoulder shrug, Manning left the room and partially closed Hellboy's steel door.

"Well, kitties, Manning's organized, I'll give him that, but Christ he is always in my freaking bubble." Hellboy said as he sauntered into his bathroom. He took off the pair of specially designed boxer-briefs he was wearing (complete with tail-hole and size XXXXXL). He mused over shaving down his rapidly growing horn stumps, stretched, scratched his ass, and hopped into a lukewarm shower. Hellboy knew he must seem more touchy than usual, but he also thought that everyone should cut him a little bit of a break. He just found out his birth story, his adopted father's death was barely a year behind him, and Liz who he once had a crush on was now dating his best friend, Abe. Granted, he was a happy to see Liz and Abe so happy together and he really did have only friendly feelings for Liz, but, all of this served to remind Hellboy of just how lonely he felt.

Chapter 2

After throwing on his signature skin-tight leather slacks, tight white muscle shirt, leather duster, weapons holsters, feeding the cats, and nodding to Clay who was in his usual post outside of his bedroom, Hellboy met the rest of the crew in subbasement fifteen's second de-briefing room. Through years of practicing and training, Hellboy knew this would be where this case's debriefing would be held. This room was used specifically for low-threat level, and basically boring as fuck case preparations.

"So we get in, figure out what the deal is with this person and why she's freaking out the locals, assess a diplomatic solution, and leave?" Hellboy at least hoped that John Myers was asking a rhetorical question so the team could finally get this case over with.

"Yes, that is the standard operating procedure for this type of situation. It appears that the apparition, or ghost, is not actually hurting or threatening anyone but keeps repeating that she has some sort of book reservation that needs to go to its proper owner." Manning said as he glanced half-heartedly at the case file that was clipped to his neon green clipboard.

"Well, it at least sounds interesting, if a bit on the typical side." Abe mentioned as he nodded his head to Liz who was sitting very close to him. Hellboy noticed how bright her face looked when he came in. She smelled a bit different than normal too, almost like she was in love? Hellboy smiled sadly to himself. He had never really had deep love for someone. He had puppy love for Liz for a while, sure, and the love of a son to a father, as well as the love of a best friend with Abe, but a true connection still eluded him.

"I still don't understand why we need a full team if this is just a standard type of case?" He liked the guy, but Myers could really be thick-skulled sometimes.

Manning smiled before he responded. "Well, we want to be sure that if things go awry we have the team necessary to handle it."

Hellboy could feel Liz nudge him under the table as Abe slide a folded piece of paper to him. He made out that half the scrawled writing was Abe's and the other half was Liz's. From reading what the note said, it was clear that Abe had read Hellboy's thoughts for a moment:

Myers isn't dense red, he's just brown-nosing. That first sentence in the note was clearly written by Liz. The second and last sentence read: I happen to think that Myers has a bit of a crush on Manning. Hellboy grimaced at that. He supported each person finding his or her own form of love, but yuck. Myers? And Manning? Hellboy's reaction must have been more noticeable than he thought because Liz seemed like she was trying desperately to stop herself from having a seizure as she held in her laughter at Hellboy's grimaced reaction.

"Is there a problem back there? Are we clear on the mission?" Manning raised an eyebrow as he gazed towards them.

"Crystal clear, Man, crystal." Hellboy gave a snide thumb's up, which Manning and Myers interpreted as sincerity.

"Well, since you're so excited, Off to the Hangar!" Well, at least they are both as dense as lead. Maybe Myers and Manning are a perfect couple but definitely not the best looking Hellboy mused.

Chapter 3

She must complete her task or master and mistress would be very upset. She loved her mistress and master equally and hated not to do them honor by doing exactly what they asked; she must find the child, but how could she when she was bound to the old ruins? Further, she had no way of knowing exactly what he looked like. It had been over sixty years since the gate had opened. Would he look very much like his father?

The old librarian haunted the ruins day and night for years and still no one came. Finally a few children would venture to the ruins and play games late at night, though none like the destined child she sought. They even took to taunting her one year. Why did master and mistress care so much for this plane? Even she, just a bookkeeper of a great civilization long since dead and forgotten under the sea, could not understand the ways of this world anymore. She remembered only fragments of her only life. Her mistress had been re-incarnated many times, waiting until she was finally strong enough to reach her long lost love who had been furtively banished back to the other plane of existence from whence he came. Now at least they were both together there for eternity. Now, the faithful servant of the woman now known as Catherine Tanner-Trimaine, although the librarian knew her thousands of years ago during her first life-cycle on this planet, will let the child know that he is not alone and that all hope for who he is is not lost.