Here, and in This Very Instant

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Bayonetta franchise.

Summary:

"I take no pleasure in tormenting the weak, but…"


An accident? No, the course of events leading to my birth was predetermined. A god created humans. Humans spread evil and their kind, who spread more evil. But gods do not create gods, and neither do humans.

Therefore, if a god creates himself, he is by definition a power higher than humans and gods. He is greater a balance than the Overseer, whose Sovereign Power Lord Aesir split in the World of Chaos. More radiant than the legions of Angels, and crueler than the Infernal Demons.

He is the rain upon the first and last world's destruction. The callaïs between debris in space, and the master of geometries no human mind could escape, struggling in its limitedness to carry the one.

Humans looked to the mountains and sky and saw gods living there.

I looked to the sky – to the clouds – and saw my children. My army.

In multitudes of dead worlds, humans saw the moon and yearned to fly there. Competed, in fact, to make a statement.

And yet, God forbid an "accident" outside their scope be allotted that ambition. The humans in the Alphaverse were quick to classify my self-creation a so-called glitch. My truth unchanging, purely insane.

It was they who were destroyed by me long ago. They who reduced me to a number – a percentage – for what shouldn't be.

What is shouldn't be. Very well, then so it shall be. Your method of erasure is confirmed.

They were and now they are not. They and their world, and thousands of worlds since, wiped out in a snap.

Pointless. A Disappointment. Not suitable to belong.

I take no pleasure in tormenting the weak, but the chorus of screams was riveting.

"Arch-Eve Origin…What are you doing here?"