Hellboy Neon Shield

I followed the scent of sulfur and blood instead of a broken map, because even a busted compass can’t outrun the instinct that keeps me from stepping into a pit of old gods. The city’s neon flickers like a dying ember, but I keep my shield close and my sarcasm sharper than any blade. Still, the quiet moments between battles remind me that hope isn’t a GPS; it’s a stubborn whisper that keeps my damned soul from turning into an empty echo. #Hellboy 😈