Repeat I own nothing, but my Oc
It was a few days after Red and Liz's latest fight and we were getting a new agent, some guy from Washington that the higher ups sent, Johann Kraus...me and Red didn't like him, not that Red liked many people, he sounded German and with our shared past German's made Red nervous and me terrified, not that I'd tell anyone, but Red seemed to always know.
The new guy Kraus was coming down the lift and we were all required to be there to greet him. I hid halfway behind Red and Liz with only my wingtips really showing. The lift shuddered to a halt and there on it were about a dozen agents and then a walking tin suit came forward with a very heavy German accent. Imagine a old school deep diving suit only the helmet is made completely out of clear glass and filled with a deep white smoke.
I didn't like him and I wasn't going to go anywhere near him and no one could make me, though Manning may try, not even Abe and Liz. Luckily enough for me I wasn't a real agent, at least not one in the field, so I didn't go on their little missions unless it was dire and they needed all the help they could get.
I heard that Red, Abe, and Liz were going with Johann to find the Troll Market, it made me laugh a little knowing that the reason no one had found it was because regular people weren't meant to. It was supposed to be hard to find because many magical creatures went there to sell and buy wears and they needed to be safe from discovery and slaughter. Any of them would have known this from me if they had simply asked, but few realized how much knowledge I really knew, it was strange an ability I found in my teen years if I wanted to know something all I had to do was ask myself and I would know, not even Abe knew though I suspect he's guessed at it.
Sometime in the night I awoke to the deep dread one might feel before the plunge into a dark abyss. I had to go to Red, he needed me, I just knew it. It was all to easy for me to change clothes and strap my weapons onto my person and escape the facility undetected unlike Red. I wore grey leather corseted breast plates, silver vambraces, and loose flowing pants with dark soft leather boots on my feet and a hidden dagger in the right one. My swords rested on my hips in there sheaths. I looked like an ancient warrior ready for battle.
I flew deep into the city too high for the mortals to see, but low enough that I could see everything. It wasn't hard to find Red all I had to do was go towards the screams and the giant forest god that was ravaging the city in it's pain and confusion. It was a creature of the ancient world, it did not understand, it wasn't meant to be here, it was meant to be released into forests that had been devastated by fires or deserts in need of life.
Hellboy was fighting it, well more like dodging the blows it tried to deal him, a baby wrapped safely in his arm as he climbed up a hotel sign.
"Brother!" I called as I dive bombed towards him tucking my wings in to gain speed and then flaring them to hover just above him
"Tweety? What the hell are you doing here?!" Red yelled at me pissed beyond all reason
"I knew you needed my help. You can't kill him." I called back calmly
"Are you nuts?! Go home! I've got this!" Red argued
"No please you can't he doesn't mean it! He doesn't understand!" I tried to reason
"Ange I gotta do it." Red replied morosely
We could both here Krauss yelling at Red to shoot the confused gentle giant in the head, to kill him.
"Ok Red, just give me the baby. He doesn't need to see this." I said holding my arms out dejected
Red passed me the baby and I flew down to Liz on the ground landing lightly on my feet my wings automatically pressing tight as they could against my back only ruffling slightly at the crowd around us made me nervous. This would either go wonderfully or terribly, the humans would either except us as their protectors or condemn us as monsters and I had a feeling the first would never come to pass.
I saw a man, pale as the moon dressed in black with a blood red sash, talking to Hellboy. I could tell from here that he was not human, he was asking Red something about hesitating. I knew why Red hesitated, it was for me and for them and his own morals, he knew this was the last of this creature there would ever be, knew that he wasn't evil, just lost and confused and in pain, but knew if it wasn't stopped people would get hurt. As Red took his final aim I turned away and shielded the child's eyes, though he would never remember this day or me or Hellboy, someone so innocent shouldn't be exposed to something so horrible.
I heard the shot, listened to the last forest god's groan of pain as he collapsed against the building it had been attached to. I couldn't hold it in anymore as I watched him fall and die. His green blood pouring from his wound creating life all around us and a soft bed of grassy moss under our feet. I wept sobbing lightly tears falling from my eyes the sorrow proving to be too much for me to take. Never again would such a beautiful creature exist to bring new life were there was none, never again would they replenish a spent forest or the endless sands. It was almost too much to bare.
The city watched as the head opened flowering beautifully as white seed down floated around like small fairies. The baby gave a slight whine as Red climbed down and came over to me and Liz and a woman finally snapping out of her shock came racing towards me.
"My baby! My baby!" She yelled frantically as she pushed threw the crowd others calling for me to give it back as though I had stolen him out of his mother's arms
"Your child is fine ma'me here." I tried to sooth her as she practically ripped the child from my hands and held him close as others yelled asking me what I had done to the child as if I would harm one so innocent
This did nothing to calm her or the crowd they were afraid and that made them angry. They began to yell at Red as well, noticeable as he was towering over all of us.
Liz came to our defense yelling back that we didn't hurt anyone, that we had been protecting them all along, helping them, but they would hear none of it. They were to afraid, too set in their ways to accept others who were so different from them, they would never understand. They began to throw rocks and some had crowbars and poles in their hands ready to hurt us and the police were pointing their guns at us. A few rocks hit me from those with better aim and one scraped my arm harshly causing a gash to open and bleed. One hit Red in the face causing a small scratch and Liz lit up her hand still firmly clasping Red's and the people fell silent again in shock.
We escaped eventually and retreated back to the Bureau, but the damage was already done. I left to my room without a word to anyone, I had nothing to say, there was nothing to say, I wasn't cruel enough to tell them I told you so and the grief was still too near to talk about the other events that had happened on this day. After bandaging my arm I lit a candle for the lost forest god praying his soul find peace with his ancestors and family that awaited him in the next life.
Nuada's POV
I had seen many things in my long life, war, genocide, more blood and darkness than could fill any amount of lifetimes. Tonight I lost my oldest friend and mentor to that demon, the foolish creature who somehow believed that he could change his nature and protect those hollow creatures and still belong. I unleashed the forest god upon him in my grief and rage, but he surprised me. An Angel came to him, spoke to him, and carried the child away to safety and most surprising of all when the opportune time came for the demon to kill the god he hesitated with his gun aimed at the god's head.
"Demon what are you waiting for? This is what you wanted isn't it? Look at it the last of it's kind. Like you and I, you destroy it the world will never see it's like again. You have more in common with us than with them. You could be a king. If you cannot command, then you must obey." I asked appearing next to him my curiosity peaked
"Damn. Tweety's gonna kill me." The Demon muttered as the H he was standing on rocked again and he fired
I watched as it died bringing with it new life and the fear and awe of the humans upon it's death, but there was another besides myself and my sister who felt the sorrow of it's passing. The Angel whom I had seen before stood, at first with her head turned away from such violence and shielding the human child in her arms from witnessing it, a pure creature such as she would not be able to look, but after the shot she turned and watched and then she wept heavy racking sobs shaking her frame the sorrow at the death before her too much to bare.
When the Demon rejoined her and the woman the human's fear turned to anger and hatred, just as I knew it would. They threw harsh words and stone and another woman tore her child from the Angel's arms as though she could hurt it. Ignorant hollow creatures to think an Angel, a being of purity and light, could harm one that they consider innocent. And then the Angel was struck, a gash poured her blood onto the ground thick and red with a sheen of shimmering silver. How dare they?! To harm an Angel was a great offense and the punishment for such a crime was equal harm or death.
I watched as the Angel fled with the Demon and his friends and my sister and followed them. I needed the final crown piece and I would have it and more.