Author's Note: The second chapter introduces a third fandom, the 2005 Constantine movie.

Also, I know Abyss Goats don't bleed in-game but it seems really cool, so yeah. Also, since all three have slightly or majorly different requirements for second sight, some wrongness will be intentional.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and think about reviewing if you do, thanks.


Abyss

Moonlight gleamed off oynx fur, curling black horns and leather wings as a bipedal goat-thing swooped overhead.'What in hell is this freak ? I've gotta be dreaming.'

In disbelief, Hellboy heard himself ask, "Abe...is that a giant ass flying goat ?"

Relief filled him as he looked to see the familiar, half-circular grey streaks that went from the fish-man's forearms and disappeared under the short-sleeved black-shirt. Those streaks would cross the blue-skinned back and end on the mostly tan chest. While beneath the black-goggles those dark-blue/grey eyes would be assessing the creature.

Instinctively, the red-skinned demon threw himself into a roll to the right, grabbing onto Abe too, as a pentacle made of dark-blue energy appeared behind the goat's wings. They slammed into a building, the asphalt and dull-metal of the surrounding buildings brightened as a row of three unearthly, white-blue fires sprang up where they'd been standing.

Abe responded, "Yes, but I have only heard of such beings - it is an Abyss Goat. Its type is the highest member of the Goat Clan. From what I have read and heard these creatures rarely come to Earth these days."

'Goat Clan ? What's next...Goldfish armed with blades and bubble magic ?'

His thoughts made him chuckle, "Lambchop's Revenge, huh ? Well, how do we kill it ?" He got up, reaching into his beige trench-coat for the giant, four-round Samaritan.

The fish-man who'd still nearly been scorched reluctantly let go of him. The black-leather and glass apparatus around Abe's neck, it kept his body from drying out too quickly, and the black-leather gloves glowed in the fire's light as Abe unholstered his pistols.

"I honestly have never come across a verified method because they have incredibly strong magic. They kill almost all the people they cross only one in five survive an encounter. All that reported seeing them were either too traumatized and inexperienced or completely unknowing of magic to guess a weakness."

Said goat-thing summoned another pentacle as both he and Abe opened fire. White-blue fire engulfed him as Abe darted out of the fire's range. Bright-orange, slitted-eyes glared at them, not a sound left the Abyss Goat while its lava-like blood fell to the street. 'Not even the Whoppers ? Seriously ? Either its immune or its got one hell of a tolerance.'

From the roof above them there was a burst of twin-gun fire, it riddled the Abyss Goat just before a man with chin-length white-hair suddenly crouched beside him. In the man's tan-skinned hands were two pistols - one ebony black and the other, heh, ivory white. Strapped to the man's red and black duster was a six-foot sword.

Not even the blink of an eye later, the stranger had holstered his guns, leaped into the air, unsheathed the long-sword and started slashing at the Abyss Goat. Three streams of the lava-blood gushed onto the street before the man was hit by a front-flip and the accompanying wing-bone slaps.

The sword zipped past his head to embed itself into the wall with the screech of metal on metal. Of course, when he pointed the Samaritan at the goat's right-wing the black revolver decided to jam. Annoyed, he dropped the gun, reached back with his tail and pulled out the long sword. Powerful energy rippled as he transferred the sword to his hand and it felt like the spirit inside the sword...recognized him ?

'Something about that guy's familiar. So, who the hell is this guy and why's his sword know me ? He better not be one of Rasputin's or the Ogdru Jahad's goons. Damn that guy's dead for two years and he still won't leave me alone. If this guy is a goon, maybe he's had a change of heart. Yeah, right.' By the time the Samaritan hit the street, Abe had circled around the black-furred goat's back, re-loaded and started shooting the wings.

An unconscious smirk crossed his lips at his thought of, 'Even if I didn't love Abe I gotta, after all, he knows just what I wanna do and when.'

White-haired guy back-flipped and the man's face shocked him. The guy was way too young to have white-hair, at most, he was in his twenties or early thirties. Pushed the shock away as Abe's bullets stopped. It made him grin as the Abyss Goat fell and he rushed forward to decapitate it while quipping, "Bye-bye, Lambchop."

A second later, the Abyss Goat dissolved into a bunch of eerily glowing, red marble-like things. White-haired guy approached the Abyss Goat marbles and said marbles floated into the air and were...absorbed...by the strange man. It left him wondering even more who the guy was.

"You guys did a nice job. Name's Dante, Dante Sparda." Dante said as he turned, walked back and held out a hand.

'Sparda ? Father used to tell me about him as an example of what I could be. A shining example of why just because I'm a demon it doesn't mean I'm bad. If I existed before Rasputin summoned me, but I just wasn't aware of it could Sparda have sensed me or whatever ?'

Hellboy shook that hand and introduced himself, but still withheld the sword.

Abe wondered, "Sparda ? The legendary demon who abandoned his kind and saved humanity, Sparda ?"

Dante nodded, "Yep, that Sparda. So, do ya mind giving his sword back, Hellboy ?"

Now, he did hand the sword back then asked, "Aren't you supposed to have a twin brother, Dante ?"

As Dante sheathed the sword the bright-blue eyed man's face faltered briefly. "Virgil is...gone, he's been trapped in Hell with no escape for many years. I've tried to get him out plenty of times and failed on every single one."

That made him look to Abe who nodded and muttered, "Maybe we could help you." A bit louder Abe continued, "The BPRD has dealt with a man who can cross into Hell nearly any time he wants. Perhaps Constantine would be willing to help us out."

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows at Constantine's name. "Tall, pale, short black-hair, has Red King tattoos and lives in L.A., Constantine ?"

He agreed, "Yep, that Constantine. You know him then ?"

"A little bit, yeah. If he agrees it should be fun."

With that settled, Abe radioed in about Dante and the Abyss Goat. After they returned to headquarters it surprised him when Manning actually agreed to let them go to L.A. 'More crates, oh joy. Well, it'll be interesting to see how much has L.A. changed in the last few years.'