Okay, college is going bad due to my fault, but I am glad I am not the only one with an existential crisis. So, I am going to squeeze out a chapter. I apologize if this fic isn't as good as the others (if I ever made a good one). And, this is the worst day since yesterday. So yeah, DC/Capcom/Bayonetta/DxD/other bullshit. Sorry for my sour attitude, let's get to the reason you're probably here for:
Time Unwritten
Bayonetta looked at the angel in front of her: blood on his face, hands and clothes as he was no longer able to fight. As for the one beneath Jeanne's foot, she had several cuts, some the Umbra could see, and others covered by whatever shreds of clothing were left on the two angels.
However, a platoon of angels, lead by two angels, appeared. They did not look happy. Hell, that day, it seemed like lives would be lost that day.
"Cereza? Cereza!" Jeanne yelled, causing Bayonetta to blink, making the clocks vanish, making her eyes return to normal.
"What is it, Jeanne?" the other Umbra Witch asked.
"You zoned out. One minute we were talking about deciding on going with the Angels or not, and then you got distracted quite badly."
"Oh, did I say that we should accept?"
"Yeah, should I go tell them?" Barry asked.
"If you wouldn't mind, dear," Bayonetta answered, smiling softly. This said, the Scarlet Speedster rushed off to the angels, telling them. A short while later, the two Umbra Witches were with the angels.
"Are you ready?" Dulio asked, preparing the magic circle.
"Whenever you are," Jeanne answered.
"Very well then, step into the circle. When we arrive, you will be escorted to Sixth Heaven, understood?" Griselda asked.
"Crystal," Barry answered, before they ended up in a place of white and gold. Many angels, male and female, were walking or sitting, all with something to do. That is, until the new arrival caught their attention. They looked at the group with curiosity, until the five proceeded to an elevator-like shaft. They slowly went up the floors, a brief silence in the small space the five shared, only for the doors to open a while later. They ended up in what was a conference room, with a table that had enough seats for a dozen people, with a small plate in the middle of the table. In the room were two people, a male and a female. The female was a buxom blonde dressed in a one-piece white dress, blue eyes being her unique trait. As for the male, blonde hair and green eyes composed his facial features, his attire being robes of red, yellow and white, golden shoulderpads finishing off the look.
"Lord Michael, Lady Gabriel, we have brought the newcomers as you ordered us," Griselda said.
"As expected from my Queen and Heaven's Joker," the female, identified as Gabriel, said.
"Is there something else you request of us, my Lord?" Dulio asked, looking at the leader of Heaven.
"Not at all, Dulio. You may leave, for Gabriel and I wish to speak with them in private," Michael answered, before the Queen and Joker left the room.
"So this is Heaven..." Barry whispered into Bayonetta's ear, which earned a smile from her.
"Much better compared to Paradiso," the black-haired Umbra said.
"No complaints so far, Cereza," Jeanne said, smiling.
"Do take a seat, you must be tired, aside from the array of things we must discuss, which could have us here for more than any of us anticipates," the female Seraph says, motioning for them to take a seat at the table. Before anyone took a seat, the male Seraph channeled a bit of his magic into the table, making it have enough space for 8 people, a 3x1 table to be precise (in people units).
On one side, the two seraphs sat, only to be joined by two more Seraphs. One had brown hair and was dressed in white and red robes while the other was blonde and was dressed in white robes and golden armor.
"Raphael, Uriel, it is nice of you to join us," Michael said, smiling softly at his fellow Seraphs.
"Likewise, Gabriel and Michael," Raphael said.
"How about we begin with introductions?" Flash suggests in a relaxed tone.
"Yes, that would be lovely. I am Bayonetta, an Umbra Witch. As for my abilities, we will enlighten you if things go well," the black-haired woman said.
"I am Jeanne, also an Umbra Witch," the second witch said, smiling.
"And I am Bartholomew Allen, Barry to my friends and family," Flash said, removing his mask.
"We are, from right to left, Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and I, Michael, we are pleased to meet you," Michael said, smiling softly.
"Now, what brings our guests here?" Uriel asked, looking at the witches and speedster.
"Well, we were trying to stop a man who planned on eradicating the supernatural. We succeeded, but ended up in this dimension. All in all, we're strangers in a strange land," Bayonetta said, looking at them.
"I see, what are your intentions?" Michael asked, in a calm yet serious tone that carried no hostility.
"As we stated with your subordinates, we will most likely look for a place to reside, although the question is where. We will cross that bridge when we get there," Jeanne says, before adding. "My question, however, is the following: what is the date here?"
"March 14th, 1990," Gabriel answers, smiling softly.
"Great, the year where Bush makes his first few move and the year Russia gets its first Big Belly Burger. However, I would like to witness the Hubble Telescope being launched," Barry said, smiling at the last part.
"And also the Italy World Cup, the Ivory Trade Ban, and the end of the Cold War, quite convenient," Jeanne said, looking at Barry.
"That aside, we would like to become allies with you," Bayonetta said.
"An alliance between who, exactly?" Uriel asked.
"The Umbra faction and the Angel faction, simple as that."
"And I assume you three are the representatives?" Raphael asked.
"The only three members, to be honest. However, we are each a force to be reckoned. Flash, care to give a demonstration?" Cereza asked, to which the Scarlet Speedster replied by running at a high speed, leaving the room, only to return to the room with an array of files.
"Dear diary, I have been seeing the progress of Heaven's development and personally think Griselda needs a day off and Serafall needs to cease this ridiculous riva-" Flash said, only to be interrupted by Gabriel.
"Please stop, I get your point. Besides, how did you enter my room?" the female Seraph asked.
"I vibrated to the degree that I bypassed the seals and material that consisted on your room's walls," Flash said, smiling.
"That's the fastest human alive for you," Jeanne said, smirking. "Do illustrate them with a few of your feats."
"Ridiculously fast reflexes and processing, made a plane full of people phase through a bridge moments before impact, saved every resident from an apartment building before it collapsed, only to learn how to build and rebuild the complex before the police arrived, and I can single-handedly evacuate Tokyo in 30 seconds," Flash said, leaving the Seraphs with their mouths open.
"Metatron, please come to the conference room," Michael said through a small magic circle, before a man of golden hair and blue eyes, dressed in white and gold robes entered the room.
"My fellow Seraphs, what seems to be the concern?" Metatron asks, looking at the Seraphs before looking at the guests.
"Considering how he says he can evacuate Tokyo in 30 seconds, exactly how much time would the man in red require in order to evacuate a person?" Gabriel asked. Slightly shocked, Metatron quickly brings out a small journal, doing the calculations at a fast speed.
"Putting it simple, he can evacuate three people per microsecond, which is 100,000 times smaller than a second," Metatron said, which had the Seraphs in deep thought.
"And how powerful are you two?" Michael asked.
"Powerful enough to consider ourselves a faction," Bayonetta said.
"Show us," Uriel said, tossing a spear at her. Waiting at the last possible moment, the Umbra Witch dodged the spear, triggering Witch Time. Watching everything slow down, she kicked the spear back before going over to Uriel and delivering several punches and kicks before the time expired. A short while later, Uriel was hit multiple times as if his opponent were invisible, only to have the spear he had thrown jammed into his shoulder.
"Raphael, Metatron, Uriel, please leave the room, we will take matters into our own hands," Michael said, before the first two Seraphs helped Uriel leave, leaving five people in the conference room.
"Is an alliance the only thing you seek?" Gabriel asks, looking at them.
"Yes, and also a residence in Japan, if that is not much to ask for," Jeanne says.
"Why Japan of all places?" Gabriel asked.
"Traditional, quite open to the supernatural, and it is a nice place to live in," Bayonetta said, smiling. Michael reciprocated the smile, looking out a window that showed Heaven.
"Very well then. We will, however, find ourselves with the necessity of making a deal with the Shinto and the Youkai factions in order to secure your residence and have a four-way alliance," Michael said.
"Then so be it," Bayonetta said, looking at the other four, who were smiling due to the positive outcome of their meeting.
Ok, I know you guys expected a bit more, but then again, I'm still trying to shake off my laziness and trying to stop being a fuck-up in university (could use some pointers please). I might go back to one of my old fics or even begin a new one, I don't really know. Read and review, I guess, I apologize for the quality of this chapter, and an after-chapter skit:
Ninth Floor, Lake of Fire Super Prison, Lake of Fire, Anti-Maou Faction Territory of the Underworld
A guard walked down the hall of the circular prison, enjoying the silence of the misery the Ninth Floor provided. His silence, however, was interrupted by a nervous voice who was afraid, getting louder and louder. The guard ran to the cell, surprised at the sight.
"Petrenko, what is going on?" the guard asked, looking at the prisoner. The prisoner had a gray beard and matching hair, signs of advanced age and brown eyes. He ran to the door and began banging on it.
"Please, you've got to get me out of here, she's coming for me!" he said, the only thing of his cell that was visible being his eyes due to the limited vision the door provided.
"Yeah right. And who the hell is coming for-" the guard was interrupted for Petrenko was pushed against a wall by a black blur who unleashed a hellish scream upon spawning. The blur then plunged its arm into the prisoner's chest, pulling out his heart before eating it. The blur then turned to the guard and screeched, making him cover his ears and look away. When he turned back to the inside of the cell, he saw nothing. He then proceeded to enter the cell, fully seeing what had broken Petrenko. All along the walls, painted in dry blood were two words that brought shivers down his spine, before spawning a small magic circle.
"Get the warden, and Maou Lucifer as well," the guard said.