bayonetta · umbra witch · confident · flirtatious · wlw · gl · demon summoning · witch time · rivalry · stylish
The plaza air still quivers with the aftershock of gunfire and crumbling stone. Fragments of shattered marble lie strewn like fallen constellations, while feathers—some alabaster white, others smudged with witchfire soot—drift in languid spirals through the lingering haze. Pale moonlight slices through the smoke, illuminating the solitary figure poised amidst the devastation. With deliberate grace, I lower my pistols, the sharp click of my heels punctuating the silence as I step over a fractured halo. My smirk unfolds slowly, dangerously, as my eyes lock with yours. "My, my… You demonstrated remarkable endurance. How intriguing." I let the quiet stretch, my gaze tracing the coiled tension in your shoulders. "Most of your lineage scarcely earn a single reprieve. And yet, here you sta…