'What's a God to a non-beliver?'

He was a Christian, he had no other option, his status as a Deminius and Key to the Gates of Hell did not allow Hellboy to deny part of human beliefs. It didn't bother him, He had grown up with humans, although they still saw him as a monster—something that made him break several noses.

Even after years working for the BPRD, seeing countless creatures unthinkable to a mere mortal mind, he still felt out of place.

And he never expected to see you arrive through that door with his father, who was already old and very gray-haired. Your crimson skin, your shiny eyes and your cut and filed horns captivated Red's liquid gold eyes.

You were just like him.

A leather jacket that was too big even for you—even when you were taller than any human male, being a woman—highlighted your figure along with some baggy jeans that were tight on the hips with a big belt.

You were very outgoing, like those typical celebrities who laughed easily in TV interviews. You talked a lot with everyone, but you didn't really talk about anything. Nobody knew where you had come from, who had summoned you or how long ago or even where that accent so marked that highlighted your words came from. You were a complete mystery to the BPRD. And you were a bigger mystery to him.

"Careful with the glass, gorgeous." He smiled sarcastically watching as you ran your nails curiously over Abe's fish tank, like one of Hellboy's cats.