Disclaimer - I plan to continue this story, this is just an introduction. I don't know where I'm going with it, really, but I was really in the mood to write something Bayonetta-y. The quality of my writing, I feel, is sub-standard in this piece and I'd appreciate any help or criticisms about it. Thank you! (also, if you're the owner of the cover image for this story and you would not like it featured, please contact me! Thank you!)
Time froze; a blade ran through the witch's hair followed by a sigh of relief. The transformation begins. She nudged the engraved flowers in her glasses and readjusted her posture, releasing the tension in the atmosphere that held all objects upright. What was once hers smashed on the floor, leaving behind her previous hairstyle to disperse across the floor like bees. A new woman stands in the desolate bar, surrounded by curious drinks—unaware of her design. No mirrors, reflections or guidelines accompany her here. She just assumed the back of her ankles wouldn't tickle her so much now that two metres of her hair is missing.
Welcome, Cereza.