giving back what's due

[ It’s Reshi again, this time with a fresh new blog for Bayonetta! Things are still mostly a work in progress, but I figured now would be as good a time as any to let people know I’m gonna pick her up as a muse. Game and Smash verses alike are available to interact with, and if you keep your eyes peeled, you may cross paths with an Infernal Summon or two! 

Between the two goddesses of Angelland, there was a stark contrast of love that boiled underneath the scene.

Palutena was loved by humanity, but not much by the pantheon as a whole, due to her very controlling and demanding actions. Medusa was loved by her fellow gods, but not by humanity due to her being a causer of hardships.

While Palutena was outwardly sweet, she was known in her domain for having a particularly vicious under-bite to her words, and very strict order, with her angels. This selective attitude had a bit of a tendency to, as angels grew up, drive some away from Palutena’s army. Thus, they would talk with Medusa or other gods when they’d visit, and ask to transfer. Once given the O-K, the god in question would confront Palutena, and be given what is essentially custody of the angel.

Most angels would turn to Medusa, as they saw how different it was to be on her side. Medusa’s were allowed freedom, given permission to travel as they pleased, and were generally warm. It was especially wounding for Palutena to watch as her soldiers would train with her opposition.

It was frequent enough that Palutena reincarnated humans more often to make up for her lost units. This was fine when the first few angels left, but as more kept going from her more than Medusa, some desperation and plotting set in.

The War

Before the events of Kid Icarus, the land of Angels was ruled over by two twin goddesses. Palutena, the Goddess of Light, Flight, Magic, Wisdom, and Good harvest, beloved by humanity. And Medusa, the Goddess of Darkness, retribution, adversity, distrusted and unliked by humanity. The two were equally powered opposites, each with wings and might that they could match blow for blow.

“And what are you the god of? Bad tastes?”

“You’re not my god.” 

“It’s been a long time since anyone invoked my name.” 

“I’m a god, not a genie. I do not ‘grant’ wishes.” 

“You haven’t an inkling of an idea of what you’ve just done, haven’t you?” 

“And what is a mere mortal to a god?” 

“A god is only as powerful as their believers.”

“When’s the last time anyone prayed to you?” 

“Don’t be stupid. Gods don’t exist.” 

“Your petty discourse is highly amusing.” 

“What a cute little shrine! I wonder who’s it to?” 

“Your title may have “Evil” in it but you just look sad.” 

“No one’s ever built me a shrine before…” 

“You mustn’t be a very good god then.” 

“Your mortal woes are beneath me.” 

“You dare speak to me in such a tone?” 

“Be careful of what you wish for.” 

“You don’t know the meaning of “God-King”. 

“You know not of who you speak to, do you?” 

“You don’t look very… godly… to me.” 

“’A god’? Don’t be so full of yourself.” 

“What are you the god of?” 

“Does it get lonely?” 

“Oh god, please don’t hurt me!” 

“Your god has no sway here.”

“And what brings you into my domain, little one?” 

“I think I just woke something up. Something powerful.” 

“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?” 

“This is stupid. Of course no god will listen to me.” 

“You probably look nothing like your statue.” 

“I hope this shrine is worthy enough for you…” 

“I’m here as a sacrifice, as promised by my people.”