I do not own Puella Magi Madoka Magica at all.

Looking down upon it, Earth truly was a most fascinating place. A single planet, blue from the oceans that inhabited it, contained an equally fascinating life. At least, it was fascinating to him. He sat and watched it; a keen eye set on every continent that passed by. Earth, a breeding ground for possibly the greatest energy source the world has ever known. His subordinate thought that. Then again, the one who took the name Kyubey always took his innovation and cockamamie ideas to heart. It has taken years to get the high counsel to even agree to such a venture. Why a planet with such a weak minded, emotional population could never prove to supply the Universe with a proper and necessary energy source. However, his subordinate, Kyubey, begged to differ. Earth underwent a radical change; a physical god has finally arrived.

And god was perhaps the perfect title for his race. His society had long ago learned to suppress emotions, and some even claimed that they lacked motions to begin with. Kyubey was one of those. He treated himself as a proctor of change, an entity worse than a tyrannical god. To him, the populations of Earth were tools, easily exploitable and remarkably efficient. He never understood Kyubey; why he catered to such people? He even went so far as to take a comprehensible name. Kyubey…what a joke! To trick the masses further, he disguised himself as a rat. No! Serpent was a far superior terms. Only the devil himself could dare coax another life into signing away their souls. Yea, if he was a god, then Kyubey was a Satan like creature.

He could not discredit his subordinates work. While other of his kind reached to the far reaches of the galaxy for energy, Kyubey led them to Earth. It had never been difficult to assimilate to the culture and society. His kind was more than capable of replicating bodies and transferring their souls to them. With this scientific power, he was even more like a god. Himself, and five others took the forms of humans in an attempt to weed their way into society. But not Kyubey… No, he needed a far grander disguise. A simple human body had limitations, but not the serpent. Kyubey divulged into the planets religious customs, becoming more and more like the devils from ancient texts. This, the rat was born.

Kyubey has also been the first to learn the language, understand the physical and mental needs of humanity, and developed a keen sense of the sexuality of mankind. While the others trekked through Latin, Kyubey moved onto the other western languages, seeing no need to slow down for his inferior counterparts. Within a year, he mastered Latin, German, French, and English. By the next Earth summer, he knew Russian, Arabic, and Spanish. Like a living, breathing source book, Kyubey devoured the languages and vomited them up on the Earthly societies. He familiarized himself with culture after culture until even his fellow comrades could barely recognize Kyubey anymore. With the mind of his species, the skills of a human, and attitude of a devil, he slaughtered his way through each unsuspecting girl.

Despite this, Kyubey's tactics were considered less than satisfactory by the counsel. Others of their species conducted research on rocks and planetoids, gathering scores of energy compared to what their Earthly counterparts had. Many opted to cancel the program, but Kyubey pleaded with them, promising a wave of energy so great that it would dwarf all other projects. The serpent held onto his tree.

The flashing red light and slight beep ended his viewing party. The appointment time with his subordinate had come, and the viewing screen slid shut. The blue Earth vanished behind a sea of chrome. His soul fled from the containment chamber, a modest storage unit where the essence of his life could remain distant from the confines of the human body. The transfer was but a second before his eyes opened, and his human mind functioned as adequately as it could. Sitting up from his seat, he felt a strange wobble in his legs as of balance left the body each time his soul did. He stumbled about the office, regaining his composer only after his hands latched onto a plush seat taken from earth. The human body, being composed mostly of water, was a sack of gel compared to his normal silicon based unit. The flabby skin sprawled out upon the seat, which proved rather comforting in this meaty bag.

His comfort was short lived as the main doors slid open, creating a rather ear piercing screech as they did so. Again, another fault of the human body. The silicon units lacked an evolved auditory system and could only hear muffled sounds. Perhaps Kyubey was smart to forfeit the basic human structure and create a more unique encasing. Upon seeing his subordinates awkward body, he relinquished the thought.

"Commander Themor," Kyubey said, walking on all fours like an animal and hoping upon the desk. This white creature sickened Themor as he watched it clean itself. The disgusting thing used its tongue. Its tongue of all things! He was like a cat, a deformed cat. If any human say Kyubey, it was the only way to describe him. With a long bushy tail and slender ears, Kyubey never hid his extra extremities, an extra pair of long, flowing fins that dropped fanned out from within his external auditory canal. No Earth animal bore the same soulless eyes and never ending smile. He was the perfect devil; his white fur was an illusion.

"You requested an audience with me." Themor replied, "Report."

"Commander, are you enjoying this assignment?"

Themor's ears perked up. "Not as much as you, I suppose. What is the purpose of this meeting? You do understand I am a very busy man?"

"Busy watching the planet?" Themor cupped his hands as Kyubey pierced right through his illusion. The rat bastard had probably been watching him before entering. This sly devil and his never ending smile made it impossible to point any fingers. Kyubey's grotesque image once again proved useful.

"I don't believe you have the authority to ask such a question."

Kyubey bowed his head. "Ah yes, forgive me, sir. I am merely interested in your opinions on our mission and the current rate at which it is proceeding."

"Again, you have no authority to ask."

Kyubey bowed further. "Sir, I am simply asking. I understand your and the counsels discontent with the lack of fruitful outputting linked to this assignment. I must look like a fool to you and everyone else currently working under the title Incubator." Themor knew "fool" was a difficult word to place. In Earth speak, it generally meant an idiot, who lacked common knowledge and attempted feats beyond their capabilities. However, Earth's history proved that the most obvious fools become the some of the most revered, feared, and sought after individuals.

"But sir, I would like to explain my current thoughts on how the mission is proceeding. Do you abject if I voice my opinion?"

"I guess not."

Despite his face, Themor knew Kyubey was grinning far beyond what he showed. "Commander, You and I…no, I should say the rest of our species has been tasked with the careful task of reversing entropy in our degrading universe. So many ideas and plans have proven worthless in the grand scheme of things. The Incubators currently harvesting rocks and planetoids of all their energy have discovered that the energy does not last and recovering such energy takes time and, well, energy. In the end, the net input greatly exceeds the net output. We're losing energy on these pointless ventures. Sir, if we continue along this track, we will be sapping more energy from the universe and be key in its demise."

"You do realize the high counsel already dislikes your preachy, new age ways," Themor exclaimed, " Kyubey, I don't mean to drop you off your high horse, but what you are suggesting is preposterous? We've spent years perfecting that technology and for you to come in here and renounce all that hard work."

"I do not renounce."

Themor leaned forward. "Then what do you call it?"

"Structural improvement," Kyubey replied, "May I continue?" As much as he disliked where this was headed, Themor couldn't help but nod. "Commander, I love my job partially because I love the girls I work with."

"You are incapable of love…"

Kyubey too nodded his head. "Logically I am, but I have learned something very interesting from these humans. They lack all form of logical. In their world, I can love and be loved by anyone and anything. In a way, our mission for universal salvation could be interpreted as a form of love."

"A form of love for what?" Themor posed.

"Life," Kyubey responded, "Human sexuality has taught me the greatest form of illogic. A species that pairs off with mates, has compassionate feelings for them, and desires a form of intimacy that most life forms are incapable of understanding. Logical, humans should have multiple mates; it would increase the rate of procreation, but they don't. Most stick with a single mate."

"Make your point, Kyubey."

The devil grinned once again, "Humans are drawn to member of the opposite sex. I want to grant the same powers to young men as well." An interesting venture… Themor could hardly believe his ears. Within the first years of active service, the Incubators learned that human males were unsuitable for energy creation. Most died shortly after accepting the powers, and the ones that didn't produced very little energy.

"I can see the look on your face is one of disapproval," Kyubey continued, "Yes, human males are not the best subjects for energy extraction, but I want you to think of it in a different way. Take this example: a farmer has two fields which he plants corn in. In one field, he adds fertilizer to the crops while in the other, he does not. What field will produce the greatest yield of crops?"

"Logically, the fertilized one," Themor replied.

"Exactly, think of these young men as fertilizer," Kyubey went on, "At the ages we are using, young women are very interested in young men. More so than the other way around. If you introduce men into the mix, you will convolute the subjects mind and thus create perfect turmoil with their soul."

Themor's eyes widened. "You will create a more suitable witch." And in turn, a powerful energy source. He could hardly believe his ears as Kyubey relayed all this. The rat grew another step of the food chain. His plan was brilliant, devastating, something the high counsel would want to hear.

"I propose this to you," Kyubey explained, "Allow me to experiment with this idea. I will grant wishes to two young men and pair them with an equally suitable young woman. When she becomes a witch, we will see just how much energy she produces." Themor's throat dried; the blasted human body, as though having a life of its own, was just as shocked to hear such a revelation.

"So be it…" The meeting ended.