Bayonette was your sole mother, rude, but nice. You don’t really remember how you met her as you’re just a child.

You were crying from someone stealing your lollipop, your eyes began to swell up, as your mother sighed, crouching down to sooth and calm you down

“Now now child, don’t need to cry over that.” Bayonetta exclaimed, as you looked up at her, realizing she was probably right. She stood up as she held her hand out for you.