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[sub][color=red][B]Location:[/B][/color] [I]New Mexico[/I] - [I]Unnamed AFB, 1954 Day[/I][/sub][sup][right][b]Chapter #1:[/b][COLOR=red][I]A Father's Love - Memories from Home[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][sub][hr][/sub][color=red][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=red][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=red][I]The Hunt Begins[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color]
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Of all the things that had been built in this dark underground hole this chapel was the one thing that Father insisted be built within this concrete prison. He said that if we were to fight evil then we must have the presence of God in everything that we do. At the moment there were only Father and himself sitting down going through the daily prayers [color=red]Hellboy[/color] looked up at the figure of the hanging Jesus and couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy about it. He had seen the way the soldiers looked at him whenever they so happened to catch a glance or hear the things they would say about him. He must have been too long out of prayer when the stern but gentle voice of Father scolded him, 

[color=gold]"[color=red]Hellboy[/color], God is not one have His prayers unfinished. Why have you stopped?"[/color]

The pause quickly became long and uncomfortable as [color=red]Hellboy[/color] slowly turned to his father,

[color=red]"[color=gold]Father[/color], am I the Devil?"[/color]

The genuine shock on Professor Brooms face actually caught him by surprise. One would think that having a child that looked like he did would raise the question a bit sooner than it did with the professor. 

[color=gold]"No [color=red]Hellboy[/color], you are not the Devil! Who on earth would put such a terrible thought in your head?[/color]

[color=red]"I see the way the soldiers look at me and I can hear what they say. They think that I am some sort of monster...I didn't do anything to them. Why do they hate me?"[/color]

As hard as he tried to stop them tears began streaming down the crimson child's face and a sob built itself from a whimper as Professor Broom quickly embraced his ward in a tight hug.

[color=gold]"[color=red]Hellboy[/color] people hate what they do not understand and fear what cannot be explained. We all have the choice to be the boogeyman in the scary stories, but if you truly believe yourself to be good then you let your actions make them see. All you need to concern yourself with is that God has a plan and purpose for you and that I love you very much my son."[/color]

Hearing the Professor call him his son was the last straw, as [color=red]Hellboy[/color] broke down into uncontrollable sobbing. He never missed a service after that day...taking what his father said to heart. God must have a plan...he simply must.
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[Sup][COLOR=SILVER]November 12[SUP]tH[/SUP], 2019- 21:20 |Ellowyn's Tomes - Troll Market, New York[/COLOR][/sup]
[Indent][Color=gray][i]'What a weird time to think about that.[/i]

[Color=red]Hellboy[/color] walked through the Market lost deep within his own mind as the residents of the community parted like the Red Sea for him. Paying no heed to the mass of creatures [color=red]Hellboy[/color] pondered over the vampire that he just ashed in the alley not twenty feet behind him, particularly the fact that a [i]vampire[/i] was looking for information about the [color=green]Ogdru Jahad[/color]. He had been doing this a very long time and most vampires tended to keep to themselves and their underground but understood agreement with humanity, so why was this [color=white]Deacon Frost[/color] wanting to get his hands on this book. Looking down at the book in his stone hand he inspected more closely. The worn leather cover was beginning to tatter in some places, it's binding made from thick leather strings and pages had to be from papyrus or some other paper like substance. The writing on the inside, however, was the most concerning. Like he said to ashy in the alley it was pre Sanskrit, the Old Language, and while he couldn't read most of it certain words stood out. [Color=green] Ogdru Jahad, Hand of Doom, End of Days[/color] and the rest were lost to the ages. The fact a vampire, who by most accounts stays within their lane and feeds when in need, is looking into the [color=green]Ogdru Jahad[/color] did not sit well with [color=red]Hellboy[/color]. 

Returning to Ellowyn's with the idea to get some answers, perhaps the old elf would be able to give him more info. 

[color=red]"Hey Elly, thanks for the heads up. Ya did good to lemme know…"[/color]

[color=white]"Don't flatter yourself devil. I care little for your praises, no one needs to know about the old dragons. They should stay locked away where they belong."[/color]

[Color=red]"And ta that we agree. Speaking of, I need to know what's in this book. Whatever this vampire was looking for in here was enough to brave the Market. Can ya translate this for me?"[/color]

[Color=white]"I am a merchant, not a scholar. This job is more suited for another. Is there not another soul that you can torment with your presence?"[/color]

With a long drawn out sigh [color=red]Hellboy[/color] stared at the book as a moment of silence grew between the two. Yes there was someone else who could translate the book. But to do so would bring up a great deal of mess that he wasn't willing to deal with. [Color=lightblue]Abe[/color]. The BPRD and him were not on the beat of terms and to get to [color=lightblue]Abe[/color] he would have to deal with...Him. 

[Color=red]"Yeh Elly I do. Just don't feel like dealing with them at the moment. [I]Sigh…[/i] Well I need to figure out this vampire angle, what do you know about them?"[/color]
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