The crowd was large, and Hellboy was quiet while staring at the casket. He was crying, Liz holding onto his bicep to try and comfort him. Yet, it didn’t work. It didn’t help.

The Professor, his father, was dead. In a hour the wake would end and the funeral would be held in typical BPRD fashion.

His eyes glanced over the crowd, and he tensed. “Is that..?”

“Hellboy?” Liz wondered softly as Hellboy started to stalk off, watching in confusion as he made his way over to you.