Years has passed since Hellboy and Katherine stopped the dreaded Nimue, separating her body once more and sending her back to hell where she belongs. Things have been great for B.P.R.D... for a while. Daimio and Alice left the B.P.R.D to focus on t...
Through the dark, stormy clouds, below the heavens, which lies the coasts of Scotland, American troops begin to move in towards the mainland through the harsh rain. Accompanied by Professor Broom and his associates. Stories and rumors have floated around them for months, even years, with the whispers of the great and mystic Grigory Rasputin has been helping the Nazis to open a gateway to another world. Maybe even Hell itself. If the rumors were true, Broom and his men needed to stop Rasputin before he unleashed Hell on Earth. With the help of the great Nazi hunter, the Lobster, together they sought out to find answers to the rumors. Broom internally feared they were too late as they draw closer, they could hear Rasputin's voice call out in ancient Latin as he stands before the alter, wearing a dark cloak as he holds an ancient book before a large machine.
While, in fact, World War II was over at last, Germany was defeated...but that doesn't mean it's the end for the Nazis. For their Führer's image, the world must burn. In the right moment, the Nazis always have one last trick up their sleeve.
Covered by the large work lights, dozens of Nazi soldiers swarmed among thick stonewalls and archways. German soldiers swiftly assembled a large steel machine as a spindly Nazi in a black leather with his face covered with an odd gas mask. His name tag read: Kroenen.
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"The freak in the gas mask..." An American solider mutter, deeply disturbed by the sight before him. Broom cuts him off with a swift raise of his hand as he looks out towards the Nazi group with binoculars.
"Karl Ruprecht Kroenen, one of the Reich's top Scientists. Head of the Thule Occult Society." Broom lowers his binoculars and looks towards the solider, "And one of the most deadliest swordsmen in Germany." He adds as a glimmer of steel shines from Kroenen's sleeve, nearly blinding their sight.
Suddenly, Grigory stops and places the book down, turning towards a smaller altar that was littered with headless doves. He stands drenched, naked under his cloak as he bends down to take a crude, wooden bowl in his hands that was full of blood from the doves. A symbol of innocence slaughtered. He dips his fingers into the blood and begins to draw a cross over his chest, a mockery of the Almighty.
"If Kroenen's here..." Broom's frown grows as disturbance fills his eyes at the possible outcome of this being's presence. "The rumors are far off..." He looks towards the soldiers and his associates. "It's worse than we can ever possibly imagine."
Chills filled everyone's soul; it wasn't the harsh weather that sent that cold shiver down their spines. It was death itself. They all turn back as soldiers begin shouting in German and Kroenen grunts out a signal to flood the machine with more lights. He reaches and throws a switch. Dozens of gears begin to respond to the command as steam pistons thrust copper rails upright, lifting two mighty metal rings that was flooded with lights. The lights covered an ancient sacristy lined with eroded stone saints.
