Note: This is a story called Hellboy: Angels of Wrath that my sister and I collaborated in to write. Neither Mercedes or I own Hellboy or any of its characters. They all belong to Guilermo del Torro and the Dark Horse Company.

Hellboy burst in as Etain disappeared into thin air.

"Liz!" He cried, running to her side She looked healthier than she had in months. Color was returning to her cheeks and her eyes were bright with tears.

"I heard an angel," She said in awe, her hands on her stomach. "He told me to be safe and all of a sudden, the pain was gone!" Hellboy laughed and kissed her.

"That's fantastic!" He cried, holding her tightly to him. It felt good to know his girl was healthy. "I knew she would help." He said

"What are you talking about?" She asked. Quickly, he outlined the story of the trip to Scotland before Abraham burst in.

"Etain's in trouble!" He yelled.

"How?" Hellboy asked. "She just had to banish his spirit, right?" Abe shook his head.

"She wasn't strong enough to banish him alone, so she banished herself with him and now they're both in Hell!"

"Then she's fine. She's an angel."

"You don't understand; Angels that are stranded in Hell are transformed into revenge demons! If you thought Rasputin was bad, try a pissed-off former angel!" Liz pulled away from Hellboy.

"Is that the angel that saved me?" She asked. Hellboy sighed and got up.

"Alright Abe, how do I get there?"Abe pointed to an almost imperceptible fissure hanging in the air.

"All you have to do is break it with your right hand. It should take you directly to Hell." Hellboy rolled his eyes but walked towards the portal. It looked like a suspended strand of dark hair. Slowly, he traced it with his right hand. It widened, boosting Hellboy's confidence. He shoved his fist into the fissure. Immediately he was sucked into Hell. The mist parted at his every move. The light was dim and there was a strange feeling in the air, but Hellboy had a feeling of homecoming.

"So your Anung-Un-Rama." A small voice spoke up in front of him.

"What's it to ya?" He asked. The voice snickered.

"Testy little bugger. No doubt from Brooklyn?" The mist parted and a small gray shape made out of smoke hovered in his face.

"New York, actually."

"BOth with an overdeveloped sense of ego. What are you here for?"

"AHve you seen an angel around here? About so tall, with a face blank as a peeled potato?" He gestured her height halfheartedly midchest.

"Ah, the Angel of Wrath? She's over there." The shape condensed into an arrow. "But you'd better hurry. She's in a bad way." The shape swept around in a circle at his feet and dropped a sword. Etain's sword. It glowed in the darkness like a becon. "You'll need this to get out of here. Give it to Etain and she'll teleport you both out. If she hasn't been turned." The shape chuckled and dissaperated. Hellboy started walking in the direction the shape pointed, now and then seeing a shadowy figure writhing in pain. Eh lifted the sword high over head. The darkness rolled away. Slightly to the left in his circle of ligth a hand poked in. He walked towards it. The circle of light cut through the black fog, revealing Etain. She was lying on the ground, her limbs loose like a broken doll. He knelt down and gathered her in his arms. She was unconscious. Her neck was bruised and there was a hole in her shirt on the left chet area, but otherwise she was fine.

"Etain? Etain!" He shook her gently. When her eyes opened, he didn't even recognize her as an emotion crossed her face. Pure fear. "Where's Rasputain?" He asked. She stretched her moth in a mock smile. It looked like she was in pain.

"His sins caught up with him." Again, she looked so unfamiliar with her face so full of relief.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"My sins have been shown to me. I am forgiven." Her voice had a morbid note to it that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Well then, lets get you out of here." She shook her head.

"Without my sword we're trapped in this realm."

"You mean this?" He held up the sword. Her eyes widened. "Lets get out of here." She Looked at him in disbelief but complied.