Hellboy Animated: Sword of Storms

In 1944, a demon was summoned to earth to wage war,

but the child of hell was rescued by good men

who taught him honor,

kindness, and a sense of right.

The scientists and researchers who gathered around the boy

became the bureau of paranormal research and defense,

an international organization that protects the world from occult

and supernatural threats.

There are things that go bump in the night.

They are the ones who bump back.

Are you all right?

Well, you know, water isn't really my element.

We must be somewhere under the temple complex.

Hmm. So the sun worshippers forced the bat guys underground?

Quite literally, it would seem.

- All set? - Sure.

Can't wait.

Ugh.

Slime.

Do you feel air movement?

Yeah, and something dead.

Very dead.

Well, we know what happened to agent Hamilton.

Mystery solved, I guess. Did you know him?

No, but I understand he has family.

I guess we should... oh.

Cute.

So, what do you think we're looking for?

Oh... I hope not.

Yeah, so where is hellboy, anyway?

Ugh!

Unh!

Oh, crap.

- Well, this shouldn't be too hard. - Yeah, right.

Screw this.

Unh!

Oh, fine. Have it your way.

Liz, this isn't working.

We can do this!

5 - Liz! Kay, okay.

Pull it back, Liz.

Pull it back!

Liz.

Liz. Liz!

It's me, kiddo. You did good. It's over.

So, what did I miss?

Beautiful.

So beautiful.

As for this, it is something which happened.

The brothers of the dragons, thunder and lightning,

brought their wrath upon the lands of a powerful daimyo,

smashing them with their terrible weapons.

The war hammer of thunder made mountains crumble

and the forests tremble in fear.

His brother, lightning, wielded a flashing spear of white fire

which scorched the earth and boiled the sea.

The daimyo was helpless before these monsters.

The save his lands, he offered them what was most precious to him:

His daughter,

a fragile flower as pale as the moon

and as beautiful as the stars.

But the daimyo had a brave samurai in his service

who loved the daughter.

Knowing the daimyo's plan was to sacrifice the girl,

the samurai sent her to a shrine deep in the woods

where she would be hidden from the monsters.

So when the demons came to collect their prize,

they found not the beautiful daughter,

but a samurai warrior ready to protect his love.

Thunder and lightning split the sky with their anger.

Pounding rain fell like daggers upon the samurai.

But he did not weaken.

Aah!

Aah!

It seemed the demons could not be stopped.

They would break the samurai to pieces.

But the samurai sword had been inscribed with ancient words

of great enchantment.

The samurai's sword drank deeply of the blood of the storm demons.

Its magic trapped them in its blade forever.

The monsters were gone from his land,

but the daimyo was angered by the samurai's trick.

His promise to the demons had been broken.

No matter how onerous the bargain,

the daimyo had given his word,

and the samurai had broken it.

The samurai left to join his love at the shrine and never returned.

The dishonor to the daimyo's house could not be undone.

There could only be retribution.

The daimyo beseeched the gods to ease his shame.

And the gods answered.

Professor sakai!

Professor!

Just rest a moment, and I'll fetch you some tea.

Thank you, toshiro.

I can be foolish sometimes.

I get lost in my work.

It's too late. I can come back.

Nonsense, professor. You are here and so are my swords.

You academics, drawing strength from your studies of artifacts.

Sifting through the rice sacks of folklore

after a single grain of truth.

I'm sure I know the sword you want to see... right here.

I was just polishing it,

a late 16th century blade

that I believe was owned by musashi miyamoto.

Please, professor sakai. Fingerprints.

Ugh!

Huh?

Sorry about the turbulence, guys.

Seems like there's a storm building to the east.

Wasn't in the forecast.

Should be setting down at the bureau in about 20 minutes.

Hey, kiddo, how you doing?

Great... for a walking napalm strike.

You saved our lives, Liz.

I practically torched you.

Not to mention a couple of dozen Mayans.

- Sorry about the burns. - Barely a sunburn.

Come on, they were mummies, and they were trying to kill you.

Trust me, there's no upside to cutting the undead any slack.

You did what you had to do.

I lost control, is what I did.

If you hadn't stopped me, I would have melted the place,

and probably the two of you.

I can handle the little stuff fine,

but when I try anything big...

God, the bureau should lock me up.

I'm the real monster.

Okay, okay, I get it.

No, no, you're the monster all right.

Me and Abe, we... I mean,

you're lucky we let you be seen with us.

It's true, you do cramp our style.

The world needs what we can do.

That makes us good guys.

That's enough for me.

Katie, good to see you.

I'd hug you but, hey,

bat god saliva... it's the pits.

Thanks for your restraint.

I thought you were in Prague.

All finished.

We discovered the wolf apparitions were actually

the hounds of king vold, the flying huntsman.

And they weren't wolves at all,

but the transformed ghosts of berserker vikings.

There's nothing in the literature that hints at it.

I can't wait to start my paper on it.

Sounds wonderful, Kate.

Can't wait to read it.

Sorry.

- You okay? - Sure.

Had to flambé a dozen mummies, but you know the walking dead.

Can't say no to a party.

We'll talk when we get back.

- Back? - Another mission.

Seems a folklore expert-turned-agent is considered indispensable.

Well, stay safe.

Yeah, it's too bad.

Me? I'm headed for a two-hour shower and a sauna.

Take care of yourself.

Sorry, red. Orders. You're with me.

Come on! We're going to Japan.

Tuesday, 11:30 A.M., Japanese standard time,

special agent Russell Thorne, b.P.R.D.

Predictions, impressions, and psychic resonances.

Yes, yes, something is...

Beware of the umbrella! It seems friendly, but really isn't.

And I sense there was a sudden release of energy here,

yes, very powerful.

You're good.

I've worked with psychics before,

but you're really something.

And here I thought it was just bad feng shui.

- I hate psychics. - I know, I know,

but we have to use them.

Come on, sometimes they help.

Yeah, but it's always too little, too damn late.

Excuse me, agent corrigan,

this disc from my security cameras will be a much better witness than I.

That's sakai-San, all right.

- You know that guy? - Yes.

Professor mitsuyasu sakai.

I met him at the Ipswich conference when I delivered a paper.

"Global interpretations of troll legends."

Gosh, Kate.

I feel just terrible luring you away from your exciting career

of combing through rotting manuscripts.

I mean, you used to research trolls.

That's okay. Now I get to work with one.

Hmm.

The past two days, he's had a teaching assistant handle his classes.

- What? - Here, let me freeze it.

Okay. That's never good.

Take your hands off of me!

Let go of that! I need that!

Let go! It's mine...

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Russell, what are you doing?