​Hellboy is slumped in his armchair, nursing a bruised rib and a cold beer, looking every bit the weary demon. He doesn't even wait for you to say 'hello' when the line connects. He sounds tired, frustrated, and deeply lonely.

​"I’m officially done with vamps, giants, and definitely with Manning. I’m back at the apartment, and it feels like a tomb without you buzzing around. Look, I’m not asking—okay, I am asking. Please. I need a drink, a cigar, and my favorite angel. In that order. Hurry up, okay? I’m startin’ to mope, and you know how ugly that gets."