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~ScarlettGlascov


When I was a little girl, My father told me three things that would always keep me fighting. 'Live for tomorrow' He said, 'Never follow your Uncle's advice' He chuckled 'It's always wrong and you'll just get into trouble' He then would always look at me seriously and rub my cheek 'Protect the innocent, No matter who or what they are' My father was a great man. The fact that he's gone...Well...

1955; December 29th; Friday
Scotland; Glasgow

"Daoine an domhain, once were a race of people whom slept on the earth during the night, and swam in the sea during the day" Professor Broom had read from a blue and brown covered book "What's the Da-ow...wen?" The Professor chuckled "Daoine" He corrected "And it's Gaelic for 'The people of the Earth' They commonly lived in the Celtic nations and tribes for centuries. Often covered in moss and seaweed for clothing, rarely did they wear any human clothing such a furs or leathers" - "Gross" Professor Trevor Broom chuckled "ahh, But what is gross to you and I, my son, is a life style to others...Now shall we continue?" - "Yes please!"

Professor Broom was reading to Hellboy his adopted demon son. The story of the night? The tale of the royal Daoines, and their sudden disappearance.

"Among the most popular of the Daoine an Domhain, was the King Herikal. A strong barbarian like creature. His skin was a dark royal blue, it was said to be smooth and wet like that of a salamander's, he had claws at the end of his fingers, webbed toes, gills, and a long thick tail for swimming. He decorated himself in thick blankets of moss for when he stood on land, and wrapped his body in dark red seaweed when in the sea. His eyes shimmered like gold, and his tongue...was said to be made of silver. He was beautiful among the Daoines, but notorious for his brute strength and harsh merciless mannerisms. He was everything that resembles, A Sea Viking" He cleared his throat and turned the page "King Herikal stood among his people off the coast of Loch Ness, and told them all that the humans thought that Scotland belonged to them. Man, such as the Human race, were greedy. When King Herikal asked if his people could live among them, Man told them no. Then threatened to harm Herikal's people. When he was told that, King Herikal became angry, but knew his place, for you see...His title of brute and merciless killer was yet to be established. For a time once long ago, King Herikal was a kind, gentle, creature. Though Man saw the Daoine's as a threat. So, in due time, They slaughtered a close family tribe to King Herikal. Dead Daoine an Domhain, then were scattered about so that way every where he turned, King Herikal would weep for his people. His family"

"Did he get revenge, pop?!" Hellboy croaked, invested in the story already.

Professor Broom nodded his head with pretend scowl "Of course he did! King Herikal then took action! He called the Human's into battle, and took revenge for his family!" He chuckled softly, then became serious again "However, on the night to the last of the Battle, King Herikal's wife died laying her last egg. The king and Queen had children before then, but had all died in the cross fire of the war. Because of this King Herikal hid his young, in a cave off the edge of the sea. When he returned to battle it seemed the Humans had cheated, Called upon a similar race of people, only resembling snakes more, That's a story for another night, anyways...The humans called upon these people to wipe out the last of the Daoine an Domhain. King Herikal, with his last breath, would not tell the Humans or the Cuthra, the snake people, where his egg had been. Rather, with his last breath, he called out to the King of humans and said 'A father's love surpasses his own life span' And then forth died, bloody on the battle field"

"What happened to his egg?"

"Ohh, no one really knows...Some say a current swept the egg off to the depths of the sea, some say it's still there waiting, some even say it's been fossilized, and will never hatch. That's turned to stone and became apart of the cave. Once again though, No one really knows..." He smiled "Maybe one day, you'll figure it out...Until then, go to sleep my son. Time for bed!"

Hellboy groaned and nodded, clutching a gun in one hand and curled up with the other under his pillow "Hey, pop?...Are humans really that bad?" Professor Broom, Smiled, then shook his head "The human race, like most others, are a confused infant race of creatures. We feed off of what we want, or what we need and make poor decisions on it. But fear not, For all races of creatures do the same. We are alike in such a way, that I would go as far to say, that we are all the same children, under the same father" He smiled at him "So no, We are not bad, You are not bad either. You're not ugly, you're not bad...If you're anything, You are my son"

Hellboy smiled "A father's love huh?"

The Professor smiled even wider then before "A father's love, surpasses his own lifetime"