Let me tell you a story. There once was a little girl, with hair black as night that shimmered like satin, tied back into braids with red ribbons. This little girl had two friends. A friend with eyes cotton-candy pink and a young woman with golden eyes.
These friends were fighters. These fighters had a sacred duty; to defeat the evils in the world. But one day, these fighters would be defeated, leaving our heroine to find a creature that allowed her to become a fighter like her late friends in exchange for one wish, one miracle. The girl wished for a total reset, so that her friends wouldn't have to sacrifice themselves, and thus her contact was made.
The first time didn't go so well. Her friends were still sacrificed. The same thing happened the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And the sixth.
But you know how the saying goes, don't you? At first if you don't succeed, try, try again. Of course, nothing ever works the same way it does at first. And so she tried. Again, and again and again and again. Foolish? Very much so. But there was no other way for her to achieve her goal of keeping her friends alive.
And so the girl fell into despair. She became cold, sad and angry with every repeat of her and her loved ones' cruel destiny. And so she undid her braids, symbols of her childish innocence, leaving her hair to tumble down carelessly.
But something changed at around her hundredth attempt. The friend with golden eyes died prematurely. A girl in blue made her wish. But like the others before her, she soon vanished, becoming the one she loathed out of misery. And her ally, clothed in red, was felled by the one in blue's own hand. And so they disappeared. And soon all that was left was our protagonist in black, and her friend, decked out in frills and bows, a cheery smile on her face as she wished to disappear from this earth and eradicate the monsters they fought, and become a god. And so no one remembered but our heroine, and the girl was left all alone once more, realizing that she had loved her friend as more than a friend.
And then something changed inside her. She deluded herself into creating a fake city, wiping her comrades' memories from their consciences, even going so far as to lure in her friend-turned-goddess. She made herself believe she too, was in a false town. So she played along, and she realized those she had contracted with were using her and that they had turned her into the very thing she despised on purpose: a witch.
But when her goddess came down from Heaven to save her, the little girl in black remembered.
And she snapped. After all, you can only torture someone so much before they spiral downwards. The little girl in black could not take being alone, and so she tore apart her goddess friend, taking the mortal part of her soul and forcing her down with her. Then the little girl became her love's own enemy. The devil. Her soul corrupted, she erased the memories of her love in pink, and reset the world.
But still, she remained what she always was and always will be. Alone.
My first PMMM fic! Starring none other than everyone's favourite emo child-witch-demon: Homura! Or Homulily… Or Homucifer… y'know what, let's just call them Homus. But I honestly think that Homura did do something wrong, but why she turned into a demon was ultimately the result of Kyubey's actions and the repeated timelines that really shattered her.