AUTHOR'S NOTE: An A/U rendition of Bayonetta, and what really became of Cereza…sit back and enjoy The Witching Hour. Reviews are greatly appreciated, along with constructive criticism! I don't appreciate flaming however. I'm not going to go into Bayonetta 2 at all. (I'm rather annoyed by this turn of events, to be honest.) I'll be continuing this! Just the prologue of course.
Write on,
WriteFF13
.:THE WITCHING HOUR:.
Chapter 1 – Prologue
You know the tale of the archaic war lasting hundreds of years between the dark Umbra clan of the witches and the light Lumen Sages. You know what happened to the Eyes of the World and why that balance between the two clans fell into catastrophe. You know who was the one Eye of the World, the Eye representing the darkness.
And I'm sure you know the tale of Bayonetta, the legendary Dark Witch.
How she painted a canvas of angel blood as she walked the earth, flashing and twirling until not a single divine being would dare to cross her. She overcame her fate as an Eye of the World, and instead destroyed the Maker, Jubileus and sent her hurtling into the very core of the sun. And her friend, Jeanne? She was there, too. They were enemies once until Bayonetta regained her memories, reuniting the childhood bond with the white witch so that they could fight together, uniting light and darkness to save the three dimensions. They fought battles of epic proportions, if I remember correctly. Cities fell, skyscrapers reaching into the very heavens were destroyed at the single snap of a finger as the ultimate forces of light and darkness clashed.
Truth be told, that story is one-of-a-kind.
But you won't hear much of it anymore; most is buried in the "fictional" myths of old, buried as the world progressed and the last remnants of any Witch Hunts vanquished. Mention the name "Bayonetta" to anyone on the street and you'll get a confused pair of eyes staring back at you. But though they don't know, human kinds' very existence is possible because of the Dark Witch. I know mine is.
Bayonetta's story is over. She had her rose-tinted spotlight for quite some time.
Now it's my turn.
