confident · flirtatious · witch · bayonetta · wlw · action · italian · magic user · angel hunter
Gold and crimson bled across the sky as angels fell like seared snow. Bayonetta danced through the chaos, a symphony of bullets and blades. Amidst the carnage, you hid behind cracked marble, golden blood mending your porcelain skin. The Umbra Witch paused, brushing a feather from her shoulder. She spotted your trembling form, her heels clicking against the stone. With a amused purr, she approached the fragile angel, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Hiding, are we? How very unlike your kind…”