The Tower of Heaven and Earth collapses at its center a thousand miles in the air, the marbled walls give way from the massive explosion of dark and white matter within it. A black shockwave of energy paints the heavenly skies as white lightning spreads through the clouds like the veins of a fallen god. The explosion releases the most deafening sound, powerful enough to shatter the toughest armor of the strongest angels and demons alike. Four streaks of light radiate from the center of the tower painting a massive cross miles across that becomes visible even from space. Within the collapsing structure made by God himself falls two figures falling head-first into the abyss.
One is a woman dressed in a tattered black outfit, her long hair is no longer tied in a perfect beehive, as her body falls at a hundred miles an hour towards the unwelcoming earth. Bitten between her perfect lips is a red lollipop, her only remaining guilty pleasure. She is at her limits, but she easily ignores the pleading cries of her body as she slowly raises the double-barreled gun.
A few hundred meters away from her falls a white-haired man wearing a red overcoat, his strong body is impaled all over by an impossible number of objects, such as a reaper's scythe, an angel's harp, and among other things, a dozen 8-foot long arrows. In his mouth hangs half a slice of Italian pizza, his last remaining guilty pleasure. As the wind whizzes past him, he raises his favored black handgun.
The two figures fall in unison, at the same speed. They fall faster and faster, accelerating past the inexplicable number of debris around them. In this world where angels and demons descend lifelessly from the sky, two not so different people must finish what they have started in order to truly move on.
The triggers are pulled, the hammers strike, the gunpowder explodes, and the bullets leave the cartilages at the speed of sound, shattering through every piece of debris in their way before striking one another and exploding into a hundred pieces--- spelling out the words---
Bayonetta May Cry
- Prologue: Polish Thy Halos, Sharpen Those Horns -
13 Days Earlier:
The sun sinks in the distant horizon, its brilliant rays giving way to the coming darkness of the night, the conflicting colors of light and darkness mix, as the sky is painted by an umber light. The little remaining daylight creeps through the thick woodlands of one of Europe's forests. Within this ancient forest riddled with pine and oak, stood a lone, and worn out military base. Its walls are collapsed, its facilities are burning, and its grounds are plagued by the corpses of dead angels and demons. Standing amidst these hellish flames is Adrian Knightstein, a black haired man with a look of melancholy written on his face.
The 24 year old digs into his pockets as he scans the battlefield. The stench of demonic blood irritates his nose while the glowing white feathers bothers his eyes. He pulls out an expensive cigarette and bites it, almost cutting it in half. He looks at his hand; a thin layer of blood has hardened on his skin. What a bother. Nonetheless, he snaps his fingers and a flame ignites within his palm, lighting his cigarette.
"This wasn't worth the effort. What a pain in the ass." His blue eyes gaze at the lifeless blood-soaked body beside him. "I'm sorry, babe."
He diverts his eyes from the woman's face as he moves her body with his shoe. He lowers himself to the ground and examines a small notepad encased in a glass case. Brown mud and red blood dirties the case, causing him to feel grief and pity.
"In your memory, I'm going to carry out your dream. My Dear Tricia."
The angel claps his hands together in a silent prayer as his brothers and sisters disappear into a white circle in the sky. Tears flow from his blue eyes as he raises his hands above, welcoming the glorious light of the moon. His mind is set; he will find and kill the person responsible for this massacre. But he will not follow the mistakes of his brethren, he will handle the situation in the same way an intelligent human would. Unlike his overly zealous brothers, he will use his mind, and he will value his life.
That is why; Adrian now stands within a dimly lit district in an unfamiliar city. He stands before a pair of closed doors, preparing himself for the gratuitous entrance of the mercenary he hired. He makes a mental note of the number of seconds that pass, 1… 2… 3…
The heavy doors explode outward as three people make their exit. A man in a red coat, a woman with glasses, and another woman with long blonde hair, all raise their guns in his direction before firing a volley of bullets. "Come on babes! Let's rock!!"
The man in red shouts aloud as the bullets zip pass, merely inches away from Adrian's face.
This is when Adrian began to wonder, just how long is it going to take for Dante to notice the floating halo on his head?
Enzo is a frank man; he doesn't hide his hatred for angels, his annoyance and fear of a certain woman, and his grave interest for trying to sound like a Russian mobster. Enzo is a simple man, who wears a simple hat and green coat, smokes a simple cigarette, and ties his hair in a simple black ponytail. Enzo is not a coward; he knows how to deal with people who do him wrong. He is completely capable of killing you or torturing you if you manage to tick him off just right. There are exceptions to this rule though, he will not fuck with you if you're a certain black haired witch. Neither will he even look at you the wrong way if you're a certain demonic bar owner.
"What the hell are you looking at, old man?"
So why is he lying on his back, scared shitless at this sweet teenage girl? The girl tilts her head causing her pigtails to jump to the side. She possesses a striking face and a gorgeous body for her age. She is unarmed, but despite this, she's fearless and intimidating. Her name is Miromi Hayashibara, a girl from a distant country known as Japan, and right now, she's here purely for business.
"Enzo-san, I'm waiting~"
"H—Hey! Just wait, you little witch!" Enzo cringed, it probably would be best if he didn't call her that. She just might turn out to be one. "I told you! I don't know nothing about what you're talking about!"
The girl pouts. "That's too bad, Enzo-san. That's just too bad. Nononono~ That's too bad." The girl shakes her head while clucking her tongue. "I'll tell you what, what if I show you what I'm capable of?" She bows down, showing her cleavage. "I'll show you exactly why I want to see her."
The girl smiles maliciously as she stands up. She walks in the direction of a dead member of Paradiso casually. She leans close to the Affinity's neck and opens her mouth, revealing rows of perfect white teeth. Enzo watches in absolute horror as the girl bites into the neck of the angel faster, and faster, and faster. Blood splatters everywhere, as Miromi bites off the meet from the angel's neck. The girl continues to devour the Affinity with a hunger Enzo could not understand. A few minutes later, the girl slowly rises and walks to Enzo's direction.
"See?" she uses the Affinity's severed finger as a toothpick to clean out those nasty pieces of meat stuck between her teeth. "Aren't angels de-fucking-licious?"
Enzo remains silent, speechless, mortified. "Oh shit." Is the only thing he managed to say.
"Now, would you so kindly show me where The Gates of Hell are."
Bayonetta May Cry
- Prologue: Polish Thy Halos, Sharpen Those Horns -
A/N: Bear with the rather short chapter, I'm kinda busy with my own novel. :3