Scrub...
Scrub him white?
Listening to Lake's suggestion, Hellboy immediately imagined a scene in his mind. He spread his wings, while two people scrubbed their glossy black surface with whitewash.
This...
The image was too beautiful. Hellboy did not even dare continue imagining it.
Lake could only sigh helplessly.
What could he do?
The three Angel Queens of Heaven had sternly rejected Hellboy's idea of becoming an angel. Anyone could enter Heaven—except demons. Even a half-blood was not allowed.
Lake could force the matter through.
As long as Lake remained firm, there was no doubt that no matter how tough the three Angel Queens of Heaven acted, it would be useless.
But...
It was not worth it.
Lake might establish a one-man rule, but he absolutely would not do so for Hellboy.
Fortunately.
The angels of light in Heaven were out of the question, but the fallen angels of the Underworld were possible.
Besides, judging by their appearances, the only difference between Heaven's and the Underworld's angels was the color of their wings at most.
But appearances could be changed.
After a coat of whitewash, what the mortals saw would be anyone's guess.
Hellboy shook his broken-horned head, looking somewhat dazed as he stared at Lake. "This... will it work?"
Lake said, "Why wouldn't it? After you're painted white, you'll be the most dazzling angel around. Don't worry. As long as you don't go to Heaven with those whitewashed wings while staying on Earth, I guarantee no one will cause you any trouble."
Hellboy opened and closed his mouth. "No, I mean, can the whitewash actually stick?"
Lake raised an eyebrow. "It should, I guess."
I'm not an angel.
How would I know?
Lake thought this while looking at Hellboy, who seemed about to say something else. He shook his