So, this is our new story. BEWARE: Not technically like the movie, some slight OOC-ness regarding instruments, life styles, stress factors, and some of my personal new characters! Also, we added a female Pixie…

Anyway, what we're trying to get across is that we hope you won't kill us for this! And if you do, we won't be able to finish our other stories! On ward we go!

Some where in the Capital City of Hell

"My Lord, it is time you found a suitable mate for this empire." Said a high priest by my throne. I groaned as my golden gaze raked over the demon, from his black robes to his grey rat head that resided on his slumped shoulders. I sighed and held my head in my left hand.

"Not this again Orpheus! I can't take it right now!" I groaned as I shook my head, brushing a hand over my horns. I saw his grey ears tipped with black twitch and his tiny mouth break into a smirk.

"Good. Maybe you'll be able to pick a mate now." He said as he waved his boney hand over at the doorway. "These are the most gorgeous creatures in Hell Highness." He said with satisfaction. I looked up and cringed as I looked at them. With their various body colors, sharp teeth, cold smiles, extra limbs and body parts, and so on, he couldn't imagine being with any of them for more then a day at most… two hours at the least.

No wonder most mortals prefer heaven. I thought to myself as I shook my head faintly.

"I wish you would choose Highness." Purred a she demon that was closest to the front, her elongated canines, blood red eyes, and black and white hair. Her body was stick thin, but also so boney that it was almost grotesque to any male that laid eyes on her. According to her charts, she had once been a super model, and a very beautiful one at that, but some kind of eating disorder that she had inflected on herself to lose more weight, Bulimia or something, had caused her to literally throw up her insides. "We all wish to know."

"Then I can tell you all now." I said with a small smirk. "None. I prefer none of them Orpheus." I said as I waved them away. Some of them looked relieved, but most looked agitated. I sighed and stared at the fiery pit in front of me.

"But Highness! My lord, you cannot expect to have a mate if you keep turning them all away!"

"I want something rare in a mate Orpheus. I expect nothing less then what I want." I growled as a small pixie with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small pair of slacks and a dress shirt flew in and landed on my knee. "Yes Claya?" I asked as I smiled.

"Sir, I have found a loop hole in the mate rule that I believe you will find most exciting!" She exclaimed as she straightened her glasses and unrolled a scroll while looking at me to see if she should continue.

"Go on…" I prompted. Claya always brought me the best news!

"The High Lord of Hell, ruler and master of the realm, is called to have a mate at his side. This rule however does not specify that it must be a demon or a female mate! Look through the computer (yes we made Hell High tech) into the human world and see if any catch your eye my lord! Any who are close enough to death are fair game!" She said with a smile.

I smirked.

"In that case, my dear Claya, then the whole world is mine for the taking."

I walked down the road, pausing to look up at an old church. Its stone walkway was cracked and missing a few stones, the walls in the dark looked black and menacing but were crumbling away slowly, some of the cement that had once been a beautiful masterpiece was now faded and cracked, and the cross and once shining stained glass windows were now faded and forgotten. I sighed as I gripped my violin case closer to my hip and smiled a bit. If only religion could save me now…

But it couldn't.

I sighed as I started walking, enjoying the night and the cold air that flew around me before I was shoved back inside that machine. The impending CAT scan looming in my future like a monster to swallow me whole as the various lines and radiation told the doctor how much longer I would have to live.

I stopped and looked up at the few stars that I could see in the sky, suddenly wondering what my hurry was. What would I miss? A few minutes of my slowly deteriorating life and a few minutes of being stuck inside a black hole that they called a machine? No one really ever knew how long they lived, so why should I wander around, stressing out over my appointment, and waste more of my life? Why not walk outside for a bit longer instead of waiting in a blue and crème cubical?

I smiled and turned, walked up the old churches steps, and opened the dark doors that depicted, oddly enough, the scene of what looked like the exile of Lucifer from heaven. I walked down the aisles and looked at all of the empty pews with curiosity. I shrugged off the notion of something being wrong, since I figured it was because I hadn't been in church since I was about six, walked over to the visitation candles that looked as though they had never been used and lit one, then walked over to an empty front pew and sat, lovingly placing my case down and opening it to reveal my pride and joy. The dark and glossy stained wood glinted in the lights from above, giving it an almost happy shine.

I gently picked my bow up and tightened it, then running some rosin over the newly tightened bow hairs. I then placed it down and picked up my violin and my shoulder rest to put them together. I then placed it on my shoulder, my chin resting on the chin rest, and ran my bow over the strings. G, D, A, E, all with loving care until they sang to me, for me, making their beautiful music for the old marble, the pulpit, the stain glass windows, and myself. My finger tips reverently gliding over the strings as the bow moved along them as smoothly as silk, the old scratching and rough rhythm of an amateur player long forgotten.

I closed my eyes and watched as the notes and bars of painfully memorized music flashed before my eyes, my fingers running over the strings to play the notes my mind demanded of them, and forgot. I forgot about it all. My job that caused me stress, my uncle, my parents disappearance, the cancer that was slowly taking over my body and destroying my life, everything that didn't relate to my music.

"Sir?"

My bow immediately lifted off of the strings to keep it from scratching the strings in my surprise at the soft voice behind me. The magic had fled away like a bird released from a cage. I placed my bow down, took off the shoulder rest, placed the violin into its case and covered it with the felt blanket, and began untightening my bow. "Yes sweetie?"

"I… have you seen my mama? She told me to wait outside and went back there," She pointed to the back. "and hasn't come out yet." I frowned. Who, in all of New York, would leave a kid outside? I turned to look at her and was shocked to see a small child with platinum blonde hair that went well past her hips, sky blue eyes ringed with a dark blue behind glasses, wearing a black skirt, small black flats, and an aquamarine button up shirt. For a small child, she looked very professional. But anyone that had walked by the cathedral could have taken her!

"What's your name honey?"

"Claya. What's yours?"

"John… John Myers. Come on, let's go and find your mama" I said as I held out my hand to her.

"I can't… I'm not allowed to far into a holy place… it burns me." She whimpered. I tilted my head as I closed my violin case, then picked it up in the empty hand, my other hand still held out for hers. "And you wouldn't like me anymore if you took my hand."

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm a child of the High Lord of Hell, the Devil himself!" She said with a smile. I smiled back and shook my head.

"I promise I won't care what you look like. I won't let anything harm you, and you're already in the church, so maybe it isn't as holy as people say it is. If it starts to hurt, I'll carry you. How does that sound?"

She smiled, nodded, and took my hand.

My eyes widened as I watched her shrink and shrink until she was no bigger then my middle finger. She sat in my palm, he small translucent wings fluttering lightly. She fixed her glasses and looked up at me with a small grin, revealing straight white teeth, though her canines were a bit longer then normal. She tucked a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her small pointed ear.

"My master has requested your presents John Myers. He has gotten a bit…attracted to you suddenly. You're a very hard man to keep track of Mr. Myers! But enough of that. Allow me to introduce the High Lord of Hell himself, Anung-un-rama!" She said and pointed to the heavy black door. I stared at it for a few minutes before she huffed. "Anung-un-rama!" She said again as she stood in the palm of my hand. I had to suppress a laugh when she started jumping up and down in agitation, her small white translucent wings fluttering angrily. "Red! If you don't get your giant, fire toasted ass up here now, I'm gonna break off a horn and shove it so far up your red ass that it'll come out of the tip of your-!"

"Alright alright!" Came the laughing reply. I stared as the black door opened and a nearly seven foot tall man with a red tail and red skin, horns, a stone right hand and a normal left hand, with a jacket/trench coat that hung open to reveal a chiseled red chest, black leather pants, and hoofed feet stepped out of it. "Ta da!"

"You forgot the crown? Of all the things to forget, you forget the CROWN?!" The pixie yelled, her pointed ears twitching. She sat in my hand with a huff. "Of all the undignified, unmannerly, outrageous things he could've done…"

"Do not yell at the High Lord as though you have a right to you lowly pixie!" Yelled someone from the door. I couldn't help but stare at the creature that came through the open door. A man, or so it seemed from the feet to the shoulders, dressed in a long black robe walked out. Only he had a rat's head on his shoulders…

The pixie in my hand sighed and rolled her blue eyes. "Oh, go shove a cube of cheese down your throat and choke on it!" She said as she stuck out her tongue, turned up her nose, and turned her back on the rat man. I was startled at the deep voice of the red male rumbled out of his chest in a chuckle.

"Now that the gang is all here," He said as he lit a cigar. "let's get this party started!"

I had spent all day looking at the fuckin' glass ball, but not one human caught my eye. I was fixing to give up when a young male caught my eye. I pressed his moving picture to find out more about him. As the stats loaded my eyes were glued onto his. His eyes, those perfect baby blues that were just wide enough to stand out and look innocent on that face that would have made Gabriel himself burst into tears. I watched as he looked up at the 'church' with a sad smile, I felt like he was looking right at me and I felt my pants tighten. I looked at the case that dangled in his hand by the handle and tilted my head.

I read through the stats and snorted. A speeding ticket? The kid was twenty-two and all he had on his record was a fuckin' speeding ticket? Good God, the kid was practically a saint!

I looked over and read all the stats. "John Myers, twenty-two years old, violinist, brown hair, blue eyes, five foot six inches… only two days to live?" I asked myself. I pressed on his life line to see the reason. "Lung cancer, advanced state…" The computer screen went over to a radiation scan of his body. I shook my head. "No wonder… it's spread through his entire left lung and almost three fourths of his right… Poor kid." I said as I watched him walk into my building. I tilted my head as I watched him walk into the building. Was he going to pray? It wouldn't help in there. That was a place for the selfish to pray and leave and for my followers to worship when they wanted.

I watched as he lit a candle that had never been lit before, sit down in the front pew, and played his violin. The music washed over me, calming and relaxing me. I briefly wondered if I should just let him live out his life and let him go to heaven… but that thought quickly passed as I held out my hand and Claya popped into it in a puff of blue smoke. "Go greet that man Claya. Show yourself as a young human child and tell him you lost your mother in the church and tell him your name, but don't show him your true form until he takes your hand. Give me an intro and I'll be there…"

"Alright. And don't forget the crown!" She said as she flew off. I stared at the screen and then back at my father's crown. I sneered at it, proud that the old man hadn't gotten me to wear that stupid thing anywhere besides court, he still wasn't able to force me to wear it to anything else. I looked at the screen and moved over to my coat. It was time to go and meet John.

I was taking my jacket off of the hook when Orpheus stormed in, his beady eyes now red and twitching.

"A human?! You chose a human to rule over hell with you?! What in the seven levels were you thinking?!"

"I was thinkin' that he's the best lookin' human up there, he's gonna die in two days anyway, and he's a rare thing. Oh, and also that I get what I want." I said as I tossed my coat on.

"He was supposed to be in heaven in two days! The boy is supposed to be an angel! In with their ranks, not among demons! Anung-un-rama, you're making a big mistake with this one! Just pick a female from down here and be done with it!"

I swung around, my eyes flashing to a darker gold. "Are you telling me, priest, that you are going against the wishes of you High Lord? I'm very sure that you were the one to say 'pick a mate' and I picked one. I've got what I want in my sight, now I'm gonna get what I want… aren't I?" I asked as I clenched my stone hand.

He nodded in defeat.

"Good." I said in a calmer as I started up the stairs. "Besides, I think it's about time Hell had an angel of its own." I stated as I reached the door just in time to hear Claya's threat involving my horn and a few other precious parts of my anatomy. I had to laugh at all of this.

So much for fearing me.

Ok Ok, so Hellboy is a lot OOC on this, but who cares? It's AU anyway.

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Dana & Andi