First Omen ♛ [Action // Voice]
[The last thing Hellboy remembers is getting threatened by a bunch of lion gods in Africa. "Never dare set foot or hoof here again," they said. "We will not bear it." The next thing he knows, he's plummeting from fifty feet up through the tree canopy, landing on the forest floor with an earth-shaking Thump! Guess those guys don't mess around.]
Jeez!
[Hellboy struggles to push himself up, trying to regain his bearings. When he does, he kneels in the mud, staring up at the treeline from where he fell. Well, this sure as hell isn't Africa.]
Oh, what the hell is this?
[He stands, brushes himself off, and immediately spots that weird book with his name on it sitting at the base of a tree. Once he's sure the coast's clear for now, he flips through it curiously. Voices. Great.]
Okay. [He says it more to himself than anything, and with the proper dose of resignation.] Somebody gonna tell me what the hell is going on here? The wings are a nice touch but. I'm not interested.
Jeez!
[Hellboy struggles to push himself up, trying to regain his bearings. When he does, he kneels in the mud, staring up at the treeline from where he fell. Well, this sure as hell isn't Africa.]
Oh, what the hell is this?
[He stands, brushes himself off, and immediately spots that weird book with his name on it sitting at the base of a tree. Once he's sure the coast's clear for now, he flips through it curiously. Voices. Great.]
Okay. [He says it more to himself than anything, and with the proper dose of resignation.] Somebody gonna tell me what the hell is going on here? The wings are a nice touch but. I'm not interested.