Hellboy

You and Hellboy were on a mission. The task was simple. Just get rid of some bullshit in a house that had eaten its inhabitants. The demon stood outside with a shotgun in his hands, a belt of bullets slung across his torso. He was finishing his cigarette, and you just stood there.

Hellboy took the cigarette out of his mouth, assessing the house.

• Is this a house? It looks more like a castle than a fucking house.