Jump 15: Bayonetta - The Stars Aren't Looking Like a Place to Play

I can’t think of how things could get any worse. On the bright side… I’ve discovered that I’m not afraid of heights. Of any kind. It’s actually a bit unnerving how calm I am about the fact that I’m likely thousands of feet above the city wandering around crumbling ruins and trying not to fall to my death. But that’s not what I need to write about right now. The way my hand remains steady as I recall the events leading up to this have me fearing that this is becoming normal to me. Am I to just try my hardest to escape these accursed creatures of the light? I’m letting myself be too distracted by my emotions. It all started as I was roaming the streets of Vigrid. I had abused my power of persuasion to… convince some kind people to allow me to use their showers and washing machines so I was at least clean. But just because I kept up with my hygiene, didn’t mean I was safe from these… (I hate to call them this) angels that were after me. My brief respite seemed to only be so they could amass a more organized force against me. I was chased by flaming wheels, heads of child statues with wings and so much more. I wish I could say it was my quick thinking and athletic abilities that let me evade them for as long as I did. But… I was lead around like a rat in a maze. Dead ends are somewhat rare to find in Vigrid, yet I was surprised to find myself at a dead end. Another one of the giant behemoths with child’s face had cornered me. I was beginning to sense a pattern. Trapped between this creature that spat in the normal image the word “angel” evokes in me, and a railing that separated me from falling down a cliff, I was struggling to find another option. The angel took a step forward with no regard for its weight and caused the ground I thought I was safe on to crack. There wasn’t enough ground to support this sudden increase in weight and within moments I was falling with the only part of the ground that stayed connected to the railing. I want to say I screamed. That would be a normal reaction to have. Instead, I instinctively braced myself on the falling piece of earth and tried to find somewhere to disembark so to speak. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself and I was suddenly on my face, finding all momentum to have ceased. I got up to find that the majority of the chunk of ground gripped tightly by the mouth of… a dragon head. A head, that was one of a par, connected to a giant stone face with proportionate wings on the back. I was lost in shock as the realization dawned on me. It wasn’t until it spoke to me that I began to feel fear. Lost child of the light, why do you fear us? We are the source of your power, yet you treat us as though we were demons. Do not fear we angels, but embrace the light we shine down on this dark world. Those with the powers of the night are not to be trusted. Come, he awaits your presence. The creator will rise with no problems with more Lumen Sages to aid the awakening. I knew the angel wasn’t speaking any human language, yet for whatever reason I could understand it perfectly. That, more than anything is what frightened me. All the while, as it was talking to me, I was being brought higher and higher in the sky. I took a cautionary look off what little ground I had to keep me from reaching terminal velocity to find I couldn’t even see any trace of Vigrid anymore. My hopes for being rescued by that mysterious woman vanished before I could even realize I had been praying for it. But then I was brought another surprise that would lead to my escape. A giant hand made of hair seemed to appear out of nowhere and uppercut the main head/body of the angel with enough force for the dragon head to release the earth from its grip. I’m surprised by how quickly I took to action, as I rose to my feet and made to jump off towards what appeared to be my certain doom. Thankfully my suspicions were correct as I was caught by a hand similar to the one that punched the angel. With a much closer look I could see and feel that it was made of hair, and was wearing a gaudy style rings I’d expect on a gangster. Gazing back at the angel I could see there were five other hands keeping it busy as I was then grabbed by the collar of my robes and flung through the clouds. That is when I finally screamed before shortly landing on stone. I was no worse for wear thankfully. Somehow I hadn’t gained enough speed to be seriously hurt. But as I was briefly flying through the air, I caught a glimpse of a female form in what looked to be a dark blue jumpsuit with gold streaks. She had to be related to the girl from before. Yet… if what the angel had said were true, then why would they want to help a “child of the light” if they were the darkness? More importantly, how did I even manage to make her out after I was tossed?

I can no longer deny that I am not a normal man. I wish I knew the full scope of it, but if angels and their enemies are fighting over me it has to be a pretty severe difference. But, getting back to the how I ended up here, I got up and noticed another journal next to mine and the one Tony left me. I haven’t read it yet, but something tells me I didn’t find it by chance. Picking up my stuff, I had no other choice but to wander around these ruins in the sky. There were more times than I’d like where I had to act fast or be forced to fall back to Vigrid for miles. Time has not been kind to this area, hidden away as it is. As I traverse and take note of the architecture, I’m feeling an odd connection to the eroding stone. If only I could understand why…. I’ve rested long enough here. I’m starting to feel like I’m being watched so I’m going on the move again. Hopefully I can find some way down.