Bayonetta&Alex-20 (I'm gonna say that Bayonetta and Alex were 15 when Jeanne sealed them away.)

Jeanne-22

I have a system planned out for them aging. 100 years would have to pass for them to age 1. It commes with the witch time.

Bayonetta and Jeanne demons+summons: Normal

Alex demons+summons: Original

Expect new weapons and angels. and people. and enemies. alot of new.

Chapter 1

The streets of Vigrid had been strangely quiet for the pass few months. No mysterious volcanic activity, or strange storms coming from nowhere. Bayonetta sighed in bordem as she sipped her mojito on the stool at the bar of The gates of hell. Even Enzo had taken notice of the strange quiet. And that was saying something.

"What's the matter darling? Bored as I am?" Came the drawling voice of her (surrogat) sister, Jeanne, from behind her.

"Oh I think I might be more bored than you! Where are all the bird brains?" The dark haired witch asked, turning around.

"Word below is," Rodin's deep voice said. "The angels have a new target. some boy a bit younger than Bayonetta."

This caused two elegant eyebrows to raise on Jeanne and Bayonetta.

"Oh? So they've bored of me have they?" Bayonetta teased as she slid from her seat. "And, where is this so called target of their's?"

"Actually, you might catch him down town." Enzo's nasally brooklyn accent sounded from the corner. Jeanne turned to him.

"And how exactly would you know this?" she asked.

"I just got a call for information on a new guy in town. appeared from nowhere in the middle of the park!"

"Works for me. Shall we?" Bayonetta said as she sashayed toward the front door. Jeanne hummed in agreement as she followed.

"And Enzo, darling, we'll be taking your car." She added as the door closed.

"WHAT?!"

~At some park~

Alex felt like shit. he'd been running from these bird things for the passed few months. He had no idea who he was, besides his name, or where he came from. All he knows is he's some sort of freak if the screaming when he walked into the park was anything to go by.

He sighed as he leaned against the tree he was currently occupying. He felt his eyelids droop as his drowsyness caught up with him. and just as he closed his eyes... He suddenly rolled forward into a cartwwheel/handspring that landed him on his feet away from the scorch mark, smoke rising in the exact spot where he'd been.

"Goddamit!" He cursed, looking around but not seeing the familiar dog/avian hybrid thing.

He heard a growl behind him and gasped before everything seemed to slow down except him. There was a loud ticking sound coming from seemingly nowhere and everything was engulfed in a purple hue. The scarlett haired male (Yes I made him a red head. And no, not a ginger. There's a difference.) turned slowly, yelping when he saw the creature sent to kill hi mere inches from his face. (ok, you gotta remember. He has no memory besides his name. His body and subcncious acts on pure instinct right now, so witch time is automatic with him for the time being. Later, he will be able to do it at will.) He scarmbled back and took off running. a few seconds later, time returned to normal. He heard the snarl and whining of the air and quickly dove to the ground as a fireball sailed over him, slamming into an fuel truck. It exploded and the remains effectivley cut off his path to escape.

Gulping, he turned slowly, gasping in fear when he saw that the dog had brought friends. There were about 8 or so of the bird warriors he had grow accustomed to. He yelled out, flinching back and raising his arms when the dog roared and charged towards him, the other soldiers having cirlcled him. As he waited for the enevitable, the ticking resumed and his head jerked up. He cheered, seeing the giant frozen in mid air before rushing passed it quickly.

The man didn't even look back as he ran passed the trees and frozen figures of people. He yelped when he tripped over a bird caught in mid takeoff from being fed.

"...ouch." His voice was muffeled from his position face first on the ground. He sat up, rubbing his nose before he heard an all to familiar screech.

"Oh, for the love of!" He scrambled to his feet, his back hitting a tree as one of the spear-wielding angels, since that's what they reminded him of slightly, flew towards him with a raised spear. He yelped when he heard a loud pop and the anngel's head suddenly exploded, splattering him with blood. A woman with black hair in a bee-hive hairstyle, a black catsuit, and a curved body stepped in front of him, shielding him from their sight. He was ver intimidated by the large red pistols in her hands. He was slightly confused about the ones on her feet, but something seemed familiar about it.

"There you are boys! And here I thought, you'd forgotten all about me." Her voice held an accent that wasn't from around the city actually, it resembled his own.

The angels screeched in what he could onnly assume was fury and charged at her. She chuckled, flipping into the air with a deep 'Ha!' and spinning rapidly before landing ontop of the dog. She smirked at the angels and grabbed it's tail. The beast gave an odd squeak before she grunted and spun, the dog picking up off the ground as she swung it at the angels and threw the canine like one. The man of the two gave a startled yell as he jumped to his feet before kicking off the tree and fliping over the flying bunch. In slow motion, you could see the hand of one that was desperatly trying to grab onto something, barely scrape his body before the ball of feathers and armor broke through the tree.

The red head grunted as he landed in a crouch position. 'how'd I do that?'

"That's what we'd like to know."

His head snapped up as he stood quickly. There was another womman with the black haired one. She had platinum blonde hair and wore a suit similar to the other. Her's matched her hair color though. "I said that out loud?" He asked noone in particular.

Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Now tell us, why are they after you? And how can you see us while we're in Purgatorio?"

"Purga-what?" He asked confused.

"Purgatorio. The world me and her are in right now. That's how we fight the angels." She informed him. He tilted his head cutely. Jeanne would forever deny she thought that but when he asked, "how'd you get there?" She knew something was wrong.

"I think he's like you Cereza." she muttered to her sister, who tilted her head towards her. "No memory."

Bayonetta took a good look at the red headed male. The man in turn also took a good look at her. He gasped as he was hit with an onslaught of umbra, the Lumen, The Laguna, Cereza... "Ceraza..." He whispered, opening his grey eyes.

When Bayonetta looked into his eyes, she gasped as the final traces of her memory fell back into place.

_Flash back_

A small boy ,about the age of 5, with red hair to his waist and a pair of glasses giggled as he ran through the gardens, hiding from his sister.

After a moment, a small girl with waist length black hair styled in two braids that hung over her shoulders ran into the gardens. She also wore a pair of glasses and She carried a patched up cat doll with a bell on the tail.

"Alex! Where are you?" She called out, looking through a bush to try and locate him.

"Alex! Did you forget? Today's Jeanne's first test! We're going to miss it!"

Alex Gasped and stood up. He had forgotten today was their best friend, Jeanne's first test. As heir to the throne, Jeanne had to take many tests and lessons to make sure she was ready for anything when she took the crown.

"Come on Cereza! we have to hurry! I don't want Jeanne to be mad at us!" He rushed from his hiding spot and grabbed her hand and they rushed back into the temple.

_End flashback_

Bayonetta gasped as she came back to the present. She felt two hands on her shoulders and saw they belonged to each of her siblings.

"Alex!" She wrapped her arms around him, stepping out of purgatorio and engulfing him in a hug, which was returned.

Jeanne followed, half smiling and silently berrating herself. How had she forgotten Alex?! He was her best friend alongside Cereza. She should have remembered him after the hold on her mind broke.

The male of the trio pulled away from his sister and turned to Jeanne, taking her in a hug too, which she returned with a quiet, "I'm sorry." He smiled and pulled back.

"It's not your fault." his voice was soft as his grey eyes glittered.

-At the G.O.H-

The newly reformed trio was giggling quietly as they entered the bar. They were reminscing on the times and had gotten a discussion rolling about the trouble they pulled as children.

They explained the situation to Rodin and he shrugged and said, "Welcome to the family."