Author Note

To all of you who followed me for Bayonetta stories, I am sorry to tell you that they have all been deleted. All of them. They simply got too ridiculous. So I am starting a new project. It is just Bayonetta, no cross over with others. At least not for now.

Prologue

A taxi slows down to a halt in front of an apartment block.

"We're here," the taxi driver said.

"Thank you," a fifteen year old boy in the back seat said as he fumbled in his pockets, "wait for it."

He pulls out his wallet and pays the driver before getting off the taxi. He walk to the back and takes out his luggage. The name "Loki Jefferson" is spray painted on both. He waved the taxi goodbye before taking his stuff inside.

"Man," Loki muttered, "this is difficult."

The apartment block seemed old and run down on the outside. After entering, Loki saw it was old and run down on the inside. Despite the obvious age of the building, it is still kept clean and tidy. A receptionist at the desk, a middle aged woman, looks up at him.

"Hey love," Loki said, "name's Loki Jefferson. Renting the a room in this building."

The old woman frowned, "Don't call me love. You're too young to be a playboy."

"Eh?" Loki blurted, "A playboy?"

"Don't play dumb," the woman said sternly, "your pretty words won't get you out of paying rent."

"Come on," Loki said, "I just want to keys to my room."

The woman looked at him suspiciously as she handed her the keys.

"Thank you," he said.

Loki then took his stuff into the elevator.

"A playboy?" he muttered to himself, "Me?"

He looked down at his black trousers, letterman jacket and pendant. He then glanced at a mirror in the elevator. Spiky brown hair and dark brown eyes stared looked back at him. A nice firm body and a bishie face were a nice addition.

"I ain't half bad," he smirked as he fingered the golden pendant hanging around his neck, "looks like a decent start for my vacation in the human world."

Sound odd? Because Loki isn't human. Not a regular one at least. He was once the good half of Aesir, the God of Chaos who ruled over the human world, using the Eyes of the World. In the distant past, Aesir pitied the naiveté of humanity. He split his powers into two, the Left Eye of Darkness and the Right Eye of Light. But in doing so, Aesir split himself into Loki and Loptr. Then shit happened. In short, Loptr is gone and Loki remained. The Eyes of the World have been erased, so there was no need for the God of Chaos. Thus, Loki reincarnated as a human to take a break in their world.

"What are you doing?" asked a voice incredulously.

Loki snapped out of his self-admiration and looked at the speaker. He is a man of Asian descent, indicated by his shaggy black hair and dark brown eyes. The man is quite tall, almost a head taller than Bayonetta, which is very unusual for an Asian. He wore black military style trousers, leather shoes and an open jacket with a white shirt and red tie. He too dragged a ton of stuff.

"Um, nothing," Loki replied as he glanced at the level indicator, "huh, sixth floor."

"Yeah," the man replied, "I thought I had room 606. Turns out it was 909."

"Ah," Loki nodded, "okay."

The lift stopped at the seventh floor. Loki gathers his stuff and walks out.

"Well," he said, "see you around."

"Yeah man," the man replied, "see ya."

The elevator door closed.

"What a weirdo," Loki muttered, "thank god he lives two floors above me."

The good half of Aesir then smirked, "Pfft, I am a god myself. I can deal with anything the human world can throw at me."

A piercing scream filtered out from behind a door.

"Hawa?" Loki managed to blurt before the said door, 703, burst open and a girl runs out.

The girl wasn't looking in the direction she was running, because she crashed right into Loki and knocked him over.

"Ugh," Loki moaned as he sat up, "what the fuck?"

"I am so sorry," a woman came out after her, "she just had a nightmare."

"Eh?" Loki said, "I'm fine."

"It's not a nightmare!" the girl sobbed, "It's real!"

"Now, now," the woman coaxed as she hugged the girl, "there are no such things as demons. Right, sir?"

"Ah," Loki quickly nodded, "of course not. Not in this golden age of science."

The woman pulled the reluctant girl back into the room.

"Man," Loki shook his head as he unlocked the door to his room, "I take back what I said. The human world is tougher than I expected."

A few minutes later, Loki lies down on his bed.

"Finally, I got all my stuff sorted out," he said, "I have a few hours to kill. May as well explore the area."

He sits up on the bed, "But first, the problem with the demon."

Jumping off, Loki creates a glowing blue seal. Walking through it, he vanishes from sight. Only a reflection in the mirror betrayed his presence. For Loki hard entered Purgatorio, the dimension parallel to the human world. His hair turned silver and his eye ice blue.

"Let's get this party started," he grinned, "right, boys?"

He jumps out of the window, grabs onto the ledge and swings up. Loki then lands on the wall of the building, standing on the vertical surface s if it was flat ground.

"Alright punters," he said, "I've got a busy schedule, so make it quick."

A strange creature flew towards him. It is primarily purple and red in colour, though a few streaks of others are present. It has a large eye in the middle of three fang lined mandibles. The demonic bad hissed at him. Loki smirked as he takes out his phone. He points it at the creature, as if taking a picture. An app opens, displaying an image of the creature on a background of parchment. The title said "Fury, Gatherer of Rancor". A block of text read:

"A demonic bird that gathers in Inferno's Johnson Forest. It possesses the wings of a bat, head of the Dragon, and tail of a snake. It visits the bedroom of hysteric humans nightly, caws in their ears until they weaken and die, then they devour their flesh. There are some who have tried to escape from its curse, but its terrifying cyclops gaze ensnares its target as if it were petrified."

"Yo nigga," Loki said, "you got nothing better to do than pick on some little girl?"

The Inferno demon opened its jaws wide and growled.

"Come at me, bro," Loki smirked.

The Fury charged at Loki. Loki smirked as he simply jumped to the side. He simultaneously pulls out a blue and gold card from his pocket. A blue aura gathered around them. The Infernal turned around, ready to attack again.

"Too late, punter," Loki grinned, "this was one bet you shouldn't have made."

He flicks the card at the demon. Upon impact, the Fury shuddered before disintegrating into red powder.

"Another notch on my tally board," Loki congratulated himself, "man, that wasn't even hard."

Red portals open in the ground behind him. Turning around, three more Fury's emerge from them. Loki smirked as he takes out several cards.

"Let's party!" Loki exclaimed as the demons charged.