A/N: Here I go with another attempt at a Hellboy story, only this time, it's the sequel to Until You Love Me. I think I'll try to keep it in Nuada's perspective for the most part, but there will be some OC moments and other canon characters. So for those of you who have given me a second chance, here is the first chapter to my sequel…

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Nuada stood in a green field, his breath coming in rapid bursts. He did not know how long he had run with the body of his fated mate. All he knew was that it didn't matter; nothing mattered until his heart was one again, healed of the grievous wounds inflicted upon it by the last noble act of his love, his little angel.

Soon…Nuada thought, laying her down on the soft grass. Soon I shall be free of this mind numbing pain…Soon I shall have the love back that she so selfishly sacrificed herself to change to memory…I am not satisfied with this new form of love: memory. I must have the real thing for the memories I have of this little angel are few in number and so grow duller in my mind in its grief…

He pulled the covering off of his little angel, her wings flattened against the ground, spread like a pillow under her body. His eyes smoldered with longing as he looked at the pale features of the woman who had captured his heart, had shared it for a time. What Nuada saw brought forth an odd ache in his chest, echoed dimly through the bond he shared with his beloved sister.

Brynn was paler than he remembered with a tinge of blue on her lips, the lips that he had kissed no so long ago when she was alive. Her body was still covered with burns, but they no longer bled. Oh how Nuada wished he could return her to the unblemished form he had found her in. Even his kiss could not heal the wounds of the dead and for that Nuada felt a flash of anger.

"If you had been a full angel you would have shaken these trifling wounds off and rested in my arms, little angel," Nuada commented, kneeling by her side. "My little warrior…how quick to fall after such a triumphant kill…Not just anyone could kill a fallen angel of death, but you succeeded where your friend and I failed and for that I congratulate you."
The breeze stirred Brynn's hair, the dark tendrils brushing lightly against her face. Nuada closed his eyes for a moment, hearing the wind sigh his name. It was almost as if Brynn's spirit had become part of the wind and was trying to comfort him.

"Little angel," Nuada said, touching her wing, the soft feathers the only part of her that remained unblemished, but this one was bent at an odd angel. Nuada flinched at the memory of Brynn's pain and her overwhelming sadness at the loss of a piece of her. "Do not fear, I shall reunite our hearts soon. The creature of which I seek is just beyond the hills, in a place of old memories hidden away from the human world." He hesitated. "Bethmoora has changed from the beautiful memories that I have shared with you. It has become lifeless and cold since the Indestructible Army was hidden away there. The Army that I would have commanded to destroy everything that you held dear, the repulsive creatures of humanity…"

He sighed, wondering why he was speaking to her. She was dead and couldn't possibly hear him, but looking at her, Nuada convinced himself that she was just sleeping. She was in a deep sleep where she was completely closed off from his thoughts. It felt almost natural to talk to her, it felt right.

"Of course, things have changed slightly since I have met you," Nuada continued, rising to his feet once more. "My view of humans has softened, but do not doubt me, little angel. I do not love humans. I despise them with every fiber in my being, just as I love you. Do not think that anything you may say or do will change my view. It is so deeply ingrained in me that I cannot turn my back on it." He scooped her off the ground again, lightly covering her face with the covering once more. "But you, my little Halfling, are the only thing remotely human that I shall ever love."

Nuada…

The wind sighed his name once more, but Nuada ignored it as he continued walking. He felt new strength enter him as a ray of sun broke through the gray storm clouds that had blanketed the earth when Brynn had died. His eyes turned to the ray as it warmed him and the kiss of a soft rain curved down his cheeks. It was as if the sky mourned the loss of another angel – it had been centuries since an angel had died and now the heavens had something to mourn over.

Not for much longer, Nuada thought, making it over the crest of the hill to see the scattered rocks of the entrance to Bethmoora. Very soon, the sky will rejoice again.

An ugly creature scooted into view and bowed his head. "Good day your highness! What can I do for ya?"

"Open the way to Bethmoora, friend," the dark prince ordered, looking down at the goblin. "I must meet with the Old One."

The goblin nodded and pulled out a wooden trinket, blowing into it. Nuada scarcely looked at the rock creature that opened the way to the land of his birth before he walked into the darkness.

"Good luck to ya, your highness!" the goblin called after him before the door closed.

Luck had nothing to do with it. Nuada knew what he wanted and he knew that he would get it, no matter what the price. He could not bear the pain of living without the other half of his heart and he knew that the Old One would do what he wished.

Nuada stepped through the blackened remains of Bethmoora and into a separate chamber. A woman with wings stood there, moving about on the floor that depicted the future. She turned at the sound of his light breathing and smiled from underneath her tattered cloak's hood.

"Prince Nuada," she hissed in a raspy voice. "I have been expecting your arrival."

"Then, old friend, you know why I have come," Nuada said, moving to stand in front of the old creature with his precious burden cradled in his arms.

"To save the life of your fated mate, yes I have foreseen this," the Old Angel of Death stretched its double wings, "let me see her…."

Nuada laid Brynn outside of the woman's circle and removed the covering from Brynn's face. The angel hissed and drew herself forward, lowering herself onto her knees. A hesitant, dried hand reached out as if to touch Brynn, but Nuada raised a hand to keep her back.

"Such a pure creature, burned and lifeless…" The unseen eyes of the woman looked at him. "You failed to protect your fated mate, Prince Nuada. What makes you worthy of another chance?"

"I have but tasted love, old friend. I crave more from the woman that lies dead at your feet, the one who did not shrink in fear at the cruel thoughts that pass within my mind. This woman saved my life - as worthless as it is – and showed me compassion I thought humans did not possess."

The angel stood, towering high above Nuada. The eyes on her wings opened and stared at him, scrutinizing him. "You speak like a lovesick youth instead of a prince who has hardened his heart against all humanity. What makes this girl, who is tainted with the blood of a human woman, worth your time?" She held up a bonelike finger. "I seem to recall that you swore to kill your fated mate so that you would not be led astray from your mission to destroy all humans."

"The humanity in her is a flaw that I have attempted to overlook, but her angelic blood…" Nuada shook his head, knowing that using eloquent words would not help him here. "Old friend, I have fallen in love with this perfectly imperfect girl and I desire to have her back in this world."

"Are you prepared to remove the girl from her place in Heaven, a place where there is no pain and only happiness?" She smiled slightly. "And what of your unborn child?"

Nuada swallowed his grief and held his head high. "I wish to bring them back, no matter where they have gone. I wish to have my heart back." He looked up at her. "Will you fulfill my wishes, old friend?"

The angel spread her arms and wings. "I shall, Prince Nuada."

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Brynn smiled softly as Noemi danced around her, putting flowers in Brynn's dark hair. Everything was felt peaceful here, Brynn couldn't view herself any place else, except for her dark prince's arms. It didn't feel like Heaven without her mate here.

"Mommy, you look sad," Noemi said, plopping herself down in her mother's lap. "Mommy , what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about your father," Brynn murmured, wrapping her arms around her daughter, holding her close. "I don't know how long it has been since he lost me."

Noemi laughed a light musical laugh. "Mommy, you've only been here for ten hours and you've already lost track of time? You're silly."

Ten hours? It felt like more than that, but Brynn would never admit it. She missed her dark prince, her Nuada. With each moment that passed without him, Brynn felt her sadness grow. She wanted him to be here, holding her in his arms and whispering a song to her in the lost language.

"Mommy, King Balor is coming," Noemi announced before hugging her stomach. "Mommy, I don't feel so good."

"What's wrong?" Brynn asked, instantly worried about her child.

She was slammed with a bad feeling that took her breath away. Brynn felt chilled from within and struggled to reclaim the warmth that had held her in its embrace since she had made her choice to stay in Heaven. Brynn hugged her child tighter, trying to ease her daughter's pain and fear.

"Balor!" she exclaimed at the sight of him. "Balor what is happening to us?"
The old king looked weary, almost sad as he looked at the two of them. "You're being pulled back to Earth, Brynn. My son has visited the Old One and has sent for you to come back to your body." He looked at the child clutched in Brynn's arms. "I'm afraid things aren't going to be easy for you, child. Your father has consulted evil and evil will taint your blood when you return to Earth in your mother's womb."

"Mommy!" Noemi wailed, tears running down her face. "Mommy! Don't let him take us away from here! Mommy don't -!"

"There is no other choice," Balor said as the world spun in Brynn's eyes.

Brynn screamed as she and her daughter fell from Heaven. Brynn didn't know when it had happened, but Noemi was suddenly no longer in her arms. She looked wildly around, but all she saw was a whirlwind of colors, rushing around her.

"Noemi!" Brynn screamed for her daughter who would not answer her.

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Nuada knelt on the dusty floor with Brynn's head lying on his lap. It warmed his heart to see that her wounds had healed, leaving healthy skin in its wake. Already he could see the changes that Nuala and Abraham Sapien had warned about.

Faded black lines spread out from her chest and curved around her arms, encircling her entire body with swirling designs. Her wings, he noted, were healed, but a second glance at them horrified him.

The beautiful, white wings of the angel were tipped with crimson. It reminded him of blood and Nuada wished it would fade away. He could not stand to see the stain of blood on such a gentle creature.

"She is returning to you, Prince Nuada," the Old Angel of Death creature hissed in her raspy voice. "Brynn McKae shall be different than you remembered and your unborn child…will be stained with the evil of darkness…"

"Old friend, why must you hurt me so?" Nuada asked, tearing his eyes away from his love's pale face to look at the creature. "Why must you alter the pure spirit of a child?"

"It was to be," the woman stated, turning her blinded gaze on him. "Your child was pure until you called her back to this world of wickedness and pain…bringing her to this world where her grandfather fell to the Devil's cunning was a wicked thing to do, but it must be, Prince Nuada. The darkness of the dahlia absorbed by your fated mate is now infecting your child." She laughed lightly, the rasping of the wind passing through her lungs. "Did you think that there would be no price for bringing the dead to life?"

"No," Nuada whispered, looking down at his love once more as he felt the faintest touch of her thoughts. "I knew there would be a price, old friend. I had simply hoped…"

"You hoped for a dream," the woman stated, coldly using his words against him.

Had he been so cruel to Brynn in telling her that? She had simply wanted to help him be rid of the hate he had held onto for far too long and he had turned it back on her. How could he have been so cruel to an angel?

She's half human, Nuada reminded himself. The part that I hate the most about her…but what excuse is that when I admit that I love her? It does not make sense to me…

"She returns…" the woman rasped.

Nuada was taken aback by the fear, the grief, the anguish of Brynn's thoughts as she reentered her body.

"No!" Brynn screamed, her eyes snapping open as she sat up. "Noemi!"

What have I done?

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A/N: So, it's kind of short, but that's my style. I hope you liked it and can give me some advice for later chapters. I'll be watching Hellboy while you read this, so feel free to make any comment. Thanks! ~ Scarlet