I seriously love Bayonetta. If you haven't played the game, drop everything and play it now. Or at least, go on youtube and look up the anime movie Bayonetta: Bloody Fate (which should tell you everything you need to know for this story).

Because seriously, who doesn't love a badass supernatural witch kicking divine booty? She's sexay and she knows it be-atch! Lol

Anyway, if you are still ready this, here's how this piece works:

These are going to be a series of oneshots to flesh out the backgrounds of various Bayonetta characters (ex: Rosa, Balder, Rodin, Jeanne, etc.). I will try to stick to the history given in the game as much as possible, at least for the oneshots that go with canon. Eventually, though, I would like this entire drabble series to be a prelude to a bigger story that I'm working on (yes, I know, I should really finish my other stories first but… I've been bitten by a rabid plot bunny).

Will everything stay canon? Tbh no. Canon does not give me that freedom I need with some characters. And I will probably introduce a few characters not from canon (because really, Jeanne and Bayonetta were not the only witches to have ever existed, same with Balder and the Lumen), and I eventually want to have rising action leading up to the rebirth of the Umbra coven, with Bayonetta and Jeanne rebuilding their clan.

If you are still reading this, thank you. I hope you enjoy. Bayonetta is a fantastic world, and it really deserves a bigger fandom.

And so we start at the beginning: the meeting of two forbidden lovers.


Rosa

"In your wickedness, you have broken the ancient commandments, and crafted a bond with one of the light."

It was never supposed to be possible. Witches were supposed to be incapable of loving anything but the sisterhood. Men were mere playthings and witches fed off their lusty souls. Their bodies and souls belonged to the coven, their ancestors, and sisters in arms. Witches were tainted by the dark demons that they commanded, touched by Inferno.

And yet.

And yet.

One witch did fall.

Rosa had always loved flowers. Her sanctuary was a valley nestled high in the Alps of middle Europe. Every spring she secluded herself there, watching the wildflowers bloom in the light of the sun and moon. Their scent wrapped around her like a blanket and clung to her skin, and colorful petals entangled within her hair.

In this way, she appeared more like a woodland nymph than one of the great Umbra Witches. Like most witches, Rosa had dark black hair, which gleamed indigo under the light. Her skin was smooth and peach-colored; her face was oval with gently rounded cheekbones. She had light blue eyes that were almost gray curtained by thick lashes, and her pink lips were always curved into a soft smile. Rosa had always been different from other witches. While she was just as fierce a fighter as her sisters, unlike many witches Rosa was a kind soul. She did not fight unless necessary and never preyed upon mortal souls like so many other witches did for sport. She would rather spend her leisure watching nature flourish.

One early morning while Rosa was resting among the wildflowers, she sensed another divine presence approaching. Her eyes flew open and they stared at each other.

The morning rays bounced off the gilded armor, scattering golden light across the meadow. White and gold plating, along with the familiar crest of a rising sun upon the breastplate, told Rosa all she needed to know. It was a Lumen sage- the eternal rivals of the Umbra coven. He was a pale young man, tall and lean, with eyes like the sky and hair as golden as his armor. Neat curls swept away from his face, revealing arching cheekbones and thin lips.

His eyes were sharp like a hawk, studying the woman before him. The Lumen recognized the Witch Watch gracing her chest immediately; though without the artifact the sage would never have guessed that a witch stood before him. The Umbra was not in the customary battle uniform, but wore a dark blue dress with loose sleeves and a slightly flared skirt, a wide brown belt cinched around her waist for shape. Long indigo hair was pulled into a half-bun-ponytail on top of her crown, tied with a single red ribbon which tangled among the flower petals in the cascade of black that reached her ankles. She was staring at him, clearly just as surprised as he was at the other's presence.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was soft but unwavering, surprising the Lumen by her lack of hostility, which would have been expected between the rival factions.

Rosa resisted the urge to shift nervously as the sage regarded her curiously, bright blue eyes boring down upon her. His voice was surprisingly deep when he spoke, despite how young he looked. "I did not realize that others knew of this place."

Rosa tilted her head as she studied his words. "ah. So this is your sanctuary as well?"

Her continuing friendliness seemed to confuse the young man as he nodded stiffly.

"Well I'm not against sharing." The young witch held out her hand in greeting. "I am Rosa, Witch of the Thorn."

There was an awkward pause as the Lumen simply stared at her hand. Then, rather hesitantly, the sage slowly raised his own hand to clasp hers in a handshake.

"You are… very kind… for a witch." He rumbled haltingly, still confused by the amused light in the witch's –in Rosa's – eyes.

Rosa smiled sweetly at him. "I get that a lot."

The blond man continued to stare at the Umbra, who was nothing like how the other Lumen sages had described her kind.

"So what is your name?"

He ever so slowly returned her smile. "I am Balder, of the Lumen Sages."


Please review!

Oh, and I forgot the disclaimer earlier… I DON'T OWN BAYONETTA (unfortunately)

Lots O' Love,

~Lilithia