I do not own Hellboy or the character of smexiness Nuada the brilliant and delicious creation of Guillermo del Toro. I simply write is all.

Though ages had past and she was little more than wisp of memory, he remembered her perfectly. She had been in all sense of the word, beautiful. Her dark brown skin, the color of earth, her eyes a burning amber, like the golden leaves of a crisp autumn. She had been a warrior for her people, a leader, and all that she done she had done for them. He remembered her hair, how often after their first meeting he would come to know its feel, its scent. He could remember all the scars she had received from her more dangerous hunts, he remembered with a bittersweet fondness of how he liked to kiss the long gone pain away. All these years he waited for her return as she had promised, but he knew that she could never be returned to him. Her soul was as far gone from him as the stars were from earth. Their passionate lovemaking, the hungry kisses all of it was stolen from them. She had been one of their own, she had been a jewel of her tribe and still they had taken her from him. They denied the love between he and she, and called her a demoness for it. How he fought for her, how he had bled, but in the end they had taken her away. He could hear her tortured screams from within the tent, the crack of the whip and other tools of death. He could also feel her mind within his comforting him as only she could. As she cried and screamed she sang sweet promises in his mind. Even now when she knew she was reaching the end of her life she promised that she would come back to him.

'Nuada, one day I will find my way back to you, one day we will be together again'

'Rameska, do not leave me here alone'

Even as he could hear the screams become garbled moans and harsh sobs he could hear the beautiful notes of her mind's voice

'Seek solace in your sister, your family, I know you will find a way…dear, dear Nuada. I love you'

Then there was only silence.

From that moment onward Nuada could not stand the scent of humans. He could not bear their nearness. He could only hate, and it was a far better feeling than the one he would no longer allow himself to feel. He did find solace in Nuala. She could never be his Rameska, but she was not human and so he loved her for it.

But he knew that Rameska would never love him again, not after what he planned to do to her kind. She had hated wars and had ever been the diplomat as well as warrior. After all, a princess in those days had to be both.

'I know you will find a way…'

"I have my love, though I know it is not the right one," and it was in that moment he plunged his blade through the heart of an innocent young human boy.

Let the war begin.