Disclaimer: I don't own Bayonetta or Wizards of Waverly Place. Sorry there is no sexy in this chapter; it'll be back next chapter. Mochi no Yume, I'm sorry and I love you.

Love and Dark Magic

It was a scream so loud it could wake the dead. Jerry was the dead, in question.

It was a scream so piercing it could shatter glass if it had enough power. Jerry' eardrums suffered instead.

It was the scream of a mother's heart dying. Again.

Jerry ran towards Max's room, looking for his wife. After Max's kidnapping, he thought that would be where to find her. But, to his amazement, she was in Justin's room.

This sight of Theresa wanted to make him take a razor to his wrists and neck. She was on the floor, sitting on her knees. She was clutching a shirt of Max's to her chest. She was not crying, she was not sobbing. She was trying to drown herself in tears. Her face was contorted in pain.

They say that childbirth is the worse pain a woman could go through. They had not seen this woman's suffering at this very moment. This was the face of a mother who had seen her children's souls burning in the fires of Hell.

"Theresa, darling, what is it? What's wrong?" Jerry asked tentatively. He moved slowly to put his arm around her. He didn't want to startle her. She gave off the air of being deranged.

She slapped away his arm and pushed Jerry away. He fell over and she got up in a drunken, sloppy manner. She tried to run, but fell quickly atop of Jerry. Theresa didn't have the strength to keep herself up. Jerry grabbed her and held her close, held her tight. He wanted to drive the demons away.

Theresa's body was racked with the spasms of her uncontrolled sobs. She muttered incoherently. Jerry wanted to the kill the person who was putting his wife through this torment. He tried to coax the problem out of her again.

"Justin," she began, but fell silent.

Jerry panicked. "What happened to Justin?"

"He's gone."

"What?!"

"He's gone. He left a note saying he went to go find Max. Jerry, I'm a horrible mother. All my children are disappearing!" She lapsed back into her wails.

Jerry tried to console her, telling her Alex was still there.

The problem was Alex was nowhere near Waverly Place.

"Who's the kid?" a deep voice asked.

"Yeah, you's ain't exactly the babysittin' type," an annoying Brooklyn accent agreed.

"He has his uses," Bayonetta replied.

Justin was worried about the look of this place. First, she had him leave a note on his bed saying he was going to find Max. The note wasn't exactly what you would call nice. And his mom and dad were already going through hell, seeing as how Max was gone. Now, he was here in this bar that didn't exactly scream good intentions. He wandered around the few tables in the deserted bar, observing his environment. The problem was that there was nothing wrong with the bar itself. There was just something in the atmosphere that made this place seem evil.

And some part of him loved everything he had done and was doing: the running away, the dismissive, nasty note, and this bar. All that bad made him feel good in some small place.

That made Justin very scared, adding to his anxiety about the bar.

"What uses could he possibly have?" the Brooklyn man asked.

"Enzo, whatever I'm up against is more than just angels. I need someone who has a fresh take on all this, someone who has some smarts, and someone willing to kill to get back what's his," Bayonetta revealed.

"You never had a problem working alone before," the deep voice said, with a veiled thrat in his voice. His right eye glowed red behind his dark shades that were eternally on his face. "You gettin' soft?"

A gun was the response to that remark. "Rodin, I am not growing soft. I am willing to kill the kid if he proves useless. But, his little brother was taken and that boy over there has some serious magic under his belt. Well, buried underneath his belt."

"Buried?" Rodin asked, a little worried about that gun.

Bayonetta made the gun disappear. "Don't worry about it. He'll just be of use. That's all you need to know. But, that's not all I need to know."

"Whaddya need, toots?" Enzo asked. Bayonetta signaled Rodin to make her a drink, which he did, and turned to face Enzo.

"Well, I know that you have to heard something and I want to know. And, no bribes. You withhold any information from me and I will kill you. Jeanne's life is on the line." Bayonetta hailed Justin over.

"Does he know anything?" Justin asked her.

"That's what I'm gonna tell ya," Enzo said. "Alright, this is what I know. Some of our halo-wearing friends have visited some people in Vigrid. Those people have been seen around the world, kidnapping people. The thing is, these people are taken to somewhere not on this world."

"What do you mean by that?" Justin asked.

"Let me guess," Bayonetta interjected. "Alfheim."

"The accounts seem to conclude that," Rodin said.

"Alfheim?" Justin asked. "What the fuck is Alfheim?"

"It is a holy place. A place of angels," Bayonetta told him. "I'll explain everything later." She pointed her bespectacled gaze at Enzo. "Is there any way to get there? Each portal leads to somewhere else."

"Well, there might be," Rodin said, giving Bayonetta another drink. "The demons from below have heard that angels will be going to Britain, your neck of the woods, Bayonetta. Apparently, they are targeting some kids with magical powers."

"I guess London is our next stop, Rabbit," Bayonetta said.

Justin saw that this trip was going to be dragging him across more than just an ocean.