Dindiri Diome, meets the greatest witch of all time but is subjected to a duel after she accidently reveals a hidden ability long stowed away within her heart. (Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BAYONETTA OR ANY OF THE ANGELIC AND DEMONIC CREATURES WITHIN TH...
The Gates of Hell, her usual hangout for pleasure, leisure and whatever else she wanted. Her hair, twisted up carefully with long crimson ribbons tied in, demon inscriptions littering it from top to bottom. Her skin tight suit was what made, the fat tub of lard, Enzo gawk profusely until the woman, she had to have been one, a small beauty mark dotted slightly to the left of her lips, shot him a terrifying look.
"Aw geez," he muttered, flipping the newspaper back up to conceal his face. "Fuck Enzo, you have a wife and kids for Christ sake! Get it together, ain't the first time you've seen this chick before! What with the Christmas shopping, damn Eggman...and Rodin-" he mumbled the rest.
"Bayonetta," A smooth, deep voice purred from behind the counter. An ebony man with a wicked tattoo on the left side of his face appeared, jet black opaque shades on smiled, he was in a brown trench coat with a black shirt on underneath and some trousers, earth brown boots to complement his buff intimidating stature, unlaced. "Not to be in ya business when I ask this but, have you found a real challenge yet? Dem angels have been awfully quiet lately but so has our fellow Infernal friends. You think that something's up again?" The woman, Bayonetta scoffed at the man.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions, Rodin? And I know, it's just like before only this time, it's not Loki. It can't be, it has to be something or someone else. Hah, but who in their right mind would dare challenge both heaven and hell? Aside from myself." The woman questioned.
"Hmm, I have a feeling but it's probably not anything serious." Rodin sighed mixing a demon gin and tonic.
"Don't withhold anything from me Rodin. You know I'll find out one way or another." She winked downing her red wine, the man smirked nodding.
"Right. Hmph, fine but don't say I didn't say it wasn't nothin'. I've been feeding my way around this shithole and I think I found me a suitable suspect for the silence. Here," Rodin then took from his inside trench coat pocket and pulled forth a photo of a young woman, about 5'7" with a deep ombre red hair, earth skin and in a white and red short sleeved outfit with what looked to be white sweat bands around the upper part of her arms A hat covering her head with an eye patch covering her left eye, this struck Bayonetta as more than interesting, she lifted a perfectly waxed eyebrow and pierced her eyes together studying the girl's face and physique. Her one eye was a hazelnut brown, cool to the look that made Bayonetta purr with delight, she could see some hatred behind them and it made her spine tingle. The girl had what looked to be, two large fang tattoos going down her face, jet black, a diamond shaped necklace that was blood red in its center, and holding a black camera, her face solemn. No emotion, just a blank stare, her eye asking, 'why the hell am I doing this again?'
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"Rodin, call me crazy, but I think I've seen this girl before. She attends Hillcrest High School, a senior apparently and by the looks of it not very popular. I see a scar almost right underneath of her right eye. Hmm, probably was being cheeky and was grazed by a knife." She stated resting her cheek in her white gloved hand, a crimson embroiders going up the sides of her pinky fingers. "Quite the beauty though, her gaze turns me on." The witch purred.
"Well now, I never knew you swung that way." Rodin smirked.
"Men can be a bit much sometimes, what with their whining and complaining about how a woman should look. It's better to mingle with the same sex, just so you can educate them on bedding their next victim if it is a man. If not, still, it's all great fun." She explained.
"Heh-hehehehehe, right on baby girl! Right on. So, you gonna investigate this little cutie pie? Or are you just gonna hold off? Either way, your demon friend isn't gonna wait forever. Madama Butterfly ain't one to hold up." the tall ebony skinned man chortled.
"I'm looking into it. Plus, if they are going after this girl perhaps she could be a suitable, 'play-toy.' Or I could just feed her to Gomorrah, or even let Madama have her fun, either way I'm tired of sitting around. Later on boys." And with that, the witch sashayed towards the swirling crimson and black portal of the bar and whisked off.
