"Sorry, but I don't fuck with angels."

Hellboy would claim prematurely at his divine adversary. His guns in opposition to their weapon of choice.

•••

Arousing with a groan the morning after. Yellow eyes began to observe his surroundings–clearer than before–not-so-humble abode of the harp player.

Shifting his attention to his company in the large bed. One mission to retrieve the rogue angel for the B.P.R.D. led to the cambion being bedded by said angel.

"–Well, damn."