Homura sat on the ground, her mind was filled with a strange dread and confusion, she wanted to not believe Salem's words, did she become a witch for her to be in a labyrinth, she smiled, her glasses cracked a bit.
She stared into the sky and then. time passed.
Soon she asked a question to her friends and the answers she got, it slowly started changing her back to her original self, she then fought her friends, asked Madoka a question and now, her questions was finally answered.
She was in a dark dress, her face was darkly looking ahead of her as she heard the sorely annoying plan of the incubator, at this moment Homura Akemi's hate for the incubators has reached a state where she cannot ever forgive them.
They were trying to hurt Madoka and she wasn't going to allow it, Madoka was of course Hers and hers alone.
But now she has become a witch.
Homulilly-The Nutcracker witch.
Soon a battle ensued in which her friends all tried to save her. and soon they did.
The law of circles has come to end her of her misery.
Ultimate Madoka or Madokami for short is the law of circles, she went close to Homura to grab her hands, and what did she do?. The vile witch took the other half of god to become the devil.
Madoka's divine glow illuminated the labyrinth, cutting through the oppressive darkness that clung to Homura's soul. The radiant goddess extended her hand, her smile gentle, full of understanding.
"Homura-chan… it's okay now," Madoka's voice rang like a celestial hymn.
For a brief moment, something within Homura wavered. A piece of the girl who once cherished warmth and friendship wanted to take Madoka's hand, to be freed from the agony of her despair.
But that moment was fleeting.
Homura's fingers twitched—then moved with purpose.
Her darkened soul gem, the core of her being, pulsed like a dying star before shifting. Black tendrils of corruption lashed out, seizing Madoka's outstretched hand. A crack formed in the divine radiance, spreading like fractures in fragile glass.
Madoka's serene expression turned into one of shock, her golden eyes widening.
"Homura…?"
The Witch—no, the Demon—smiled. It was not an expression of joy, nor sorrow, but something far more terrifying: certainty.
"You belong to me, Madoka," Homura whispered, her voice laced with something unnatural. "You always have."
The sky of the labyrinth warped, twisting like ink spilling across a canvas. The pure white of the Law of Cycles was being defiled, corrupted by a force that had no right to exist.
Homura reached into Madoka's very essence, grasping the other half of godhood with fingers fueled by obsession. She pulled.
A scream—one that shook the heavens—echoed across the world.
And then, silence.
The labyrinth shattered.
The universe broke.
And the Devil was born.
"Hey sister-In-Law, that's not nice" The being that used to be the Law of Salem finally consumed itself, it's bronze eyes glowed like there were small glass shards in them, he had a hand on his chin as he glanced up at Homura and ignoring the laws of the universe being rewritten for the third time. Behind him were shards of glass that formed broken wings and his pink hair was filled with strands of white.
Homura's newly forged reality rippled around her like an ocean of shadow, but the voice that cut through it was one she had not anticipated.
She turned, her Violet eyes narrowing as she took in the figure before her. The one who had once been the Law of Salem, now nothing more than a ghost clinging to existence. His form shimmered, distorted, as if the universe itself was unsure whether to reject him or allow him to remain.
"And who might you be to challenge me?" Homura asked, her voice carrying the weight of her new dominion.
The bronze-eyed figure chuckled, tilting his head. "Oh yeah, I ate my name and concept, ahem I am Manaka Kaname, you should remember from one of your last timelines, we also talked earlier"
Homura's eyes darkened for a moment, scanning the figure before her. There was a flicker of recognition, buried beneath countless timelines and the madness that now coursed through her very being. Manaka Kaname. A name that shouldn't exist, yet here he stood, untouched by her reformation of reality.
"Ah… yes," she murmured, her voice dripping with slow, deliberate recollection. "The anomaly. The one who shouldn't be, yet persists. You were there, weren't you? Watching. Waiting."
Manaka smirked, his expression a strange mixture of amusement and exhaustion. "Bingo. And now I'm here, wondering what exactly you're planning to do with my sister." He glanced at Madoka, now cradled within Homura's grasp, her form faintly flickering as if resisting the new order forced upon her.
Homura's grip on Madoka tightened. "Madoka is finally free from the burdens placed upon her. From the endless cycle of suffering. She belongs here, with me." Her smile was serene yet terrifying, the gentle mask of a devil who had no intention of yielding.
Manaka sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, see… that's the problem. You really think forcing her into your little fabricated paradise is saving her?" His tone was light, but his eyes burned with something deeper. "You're no different from the Incubators now. Twisting fate for your own selfish desires."
Homura's expression twisted into something unreadable. For a brief moment, her form wavered, as if his words had struck a hidden nerve. But then, she laughed.
"Is that so? Then tell me, Manaka Kaname, what would you have me do?" She took a slow step forward, her aura crackling with unstable energy. "Return her to a fate where she is destined to suffer? Where she sacrifices herself for an ungrateful world? Where she is nothing but a concept, unable to experience the warmth of life?" Her voice sharpened, her fingers digging into Madoka's being. "I won't allow it. I refuse to."
Manaka held his ground, unfazed by the waves of darkness radiating from her. "Nope, let's all go on a trip instead, You, Me, Kyoko, Sayaka, Mami and maybe Bebe, there was a nearby universe we can go to, let's all take a break instead and relax, no more fighting, no more stress, just...a normal vacation away from all this unnecessary pain"
Homura stared at him, her expression caught between amusement and disbelief. The tension in the air, thick with malice and cosmic defiance, faltered for just a moment. A vacation? After everything they had been through—after everything she had done?
Manaka's bronze eyes held no mockery, no deceit. Just a quiet exhaustion, as if he had long since accepted the absurdity of their existence.
"You truly believe that's possible?" Homura whispered, her voice dangerously soft. "That we can simply… leave?"
Manaka shrugged. "Why not? You're the Devil now, aren't you? I doubt even the universe can stop you if you really wanted to." He waved a hand through the air, reality warping at his fingertips. "You rewrote existence once, what's stopping you from making a little pocket of peace for us? Or are you that scared of the idea?"
Homura's eyes narrowed. A test. He was testing her.
Madoka stirred slightly in her grasp, the flickering remnants of divinity wavering between their forces. Homura looked down at her, searching for any sign of resistance. But Madoka was silent. Not struggling, not resisting—just watching.
Waiting.
Homura's grip on Madoka tightened for an instant before she released a slow, deliberate breath.
"…A vacation," she repeated. "That is the most foolish thing I've ever heard."
But for the first time since she seized godhood, she hesitated.
Manaka grinned. "C'mon, just think about it. Hot springs, good food, no Incubators trying to manipulate reality—just us. You, me, Madoka, and the others, far away from all this cosmic nonsense." He lifted his arms as if painting the image in the air. "Besides, even devils need a break, don't you think?"
Homura turned away, her long dark hair drifting like liquid shadow as she considered his words. The universe trembled beneath her feet, waiting for her decision.
For once, the fate of reality wasn't hanging by a thread.
It was simply a choice.
After a long pause, Homura let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh.
"Fine."
Manaka blinked. "Wait, seriously?"
A ghost of a smile curled on her lips, dark and knowing.
"But if you annoy me even once," Homura said, "I'll rewrite existence just to erase you."
Manaka beamed. "Deal."
"Ok, this world is actually a very large world...though I think there is like someone much stronger than both of us there but it can let us in if we don't be stupid, it was called the will of the world" Manaka said with a smile.
Homura's expression didn't change, but a faint glimmer of curiosity flickered in her Violet eyes. "The Will of the World?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly. "Something stronger than us? That's quite the claim."
Manaka shrugged, arms crossed. "Yeah, well, I didn't get to talk to it much, just… glimpses. A presence. It's not like Madoka or you, not a god or a devil. It's just… there. Like a force that keeps everything moving forward."
Homura let out a small, dark chuckle. "And you think this thing will simply allow us to waltz into its world for a vacation?"
"Well, yeah. If we don't act like, you know, us," Manaka said, motioning vaguely at both of them. "No rewriting reality, no cosmic schemes, just regular people doing regular things."
Homura narrowed her eyes. "You truly are a fool."
"And yet, you agreed to come."
She frowned but didn't deny it. Her gaze fell on Madoka, still resting in her grasp. Though her power had been wrested away, she remained conscious, aware. There was no anger in her expression, no fear—only quiet understanding, as always. It was that look that made something tighten in Homura's chest.
Perhaps… it was fine to rest, for a little while.
Just a little.
"Fine," Homura finally said, her voice sharp yet weary. "But if this 'Will' denies us, I will not be held responsible for what happens next."
Manaka smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get everyone together first. I'll handle the details."
With a snap of his fingers, reality twisted once more. The endless void of rewritten existence shimmered, giving way to something new. Something peaceful.
For the first time in what felt like eternity, Homura didn't resist.
Soon she found herself on a beach and a large ocean in front of her, behind her were houses of different color. "This is my bubble world, it used to be my labyrinth but I use Name Magic and decorated, behind you are houses for the each of us and we will be resting there until we arrive at our destination"
Homura turned, her dark gaze sweeping over the colorful houses behind her. They were simple, yet strangely inviting—painted in warm hues that contrasted starkly with the suffocating void she had grown accustomed to. The rhythmic sound of the ocean waves filled the air, a calm melody that felt almost unnatural after everything that had transpired.
Madoka, still held gently in Homura's grasp, stirred slightly. Her pink hair caught the sunlight, making her appear almost ethereal. She slowly opened her golden eyes, their brightness dulled but not entirely gone.
"…Homura-chan?" Her voice was soft, uncertain.
Homura glanced at her, then carefully loosened her grip, allowing Madoka to stand on her own. The former goddess swayed slightly but remained upright. She looked around, taking in the serene scenery with a mixture of confusion and quiet acceptance.
"It's… peaceful," Madoka murmured.
Homura didn't respond immediately. Her mind was still trying to process this absurd turn of events. A vacation. As if all the suffering, all the battles, all the sacrifices could simply be set aside. Could it really be that simple? Could she truly allow herself—even for a fleeting moment—to rest?
Manaka stretched his arms behind his head, grinning. "Told ya. A nice little paradise. No Incubators, no cosmic burdens, just us."
Homura folded her arms, skeptical. "And this 'Will of the World'—what do we do when we arrive?"
Manaka's grin faltered just a little. "Well… let's just say, we try to play nice. This world isn't like ours, it has rules, but nothing we can't handle. We just have to blend in." He gestured toward the houses. "So for now, kick back and enjoy it while we can."
Homura narrowed her eyes. "And if I choose not to 'blend in'?"
Manaka chuckled. "Then I guess we'll find out what happens when an unstoppable Devil meets an immovable force."
Homura clicked her tongue but said nothing more.
Madoka, however, reached out and took Homura's hand, her fingers warm despite her diminished divinity. "Maybe… it wouldn't be so bad," she said softly. "Just for a little while."
"Yeah" Manaka said pumping his hand up.
Madoka turned around and glared at him angrily. "You know...you could have told me you were becoming a concept, I probably could have helped you, we are twins so we should ask for each others help"
Manaka was completely flabbergasted. "Wow ok, you won't get mad at the girl that took half of you but you would get mad at your own twin brother...wow"
Madoka pouted, crossing her arms. "Because I expected better from you, dummy! Homura-chan is… well, she's always been like this." She shot a glance at the dark-haired girl, who merely raised an eyebrow. "But you? You should've at least told me!"
Manaka sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. But in my defense, things got really complicated, really fast. Besides…" His voice softened, his usual playfulness dimming just a little. "Would you really have wanted to see me like that? Stuck in an endless cycle like you were?"
Madoka hesitated. She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
"...That's not the point," she muttered, looking away.
Manaka chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Well, I'm here now, and we're taking a break from all that nonsense. So let's just enjoy it, alright?"
Madoka sighed but didn't push him away. Homura, however, simply watched the exchange, her eyes dark and unreadable.
Madoka then asked. "...what about the other magical girls in our universe, they must be suffering,"
Manaka blinked. "Oh yeah, in my 500 million years of consuming myself, I created a spell that would allow magical girls to be burned down and be purified when they become witches and they will become ordinary humans and girls"
Homura's eyes narrowed. "You created a spell like that… and you're just telling us now?"
Manaka shrugged. "Hey, 500 million years is a long time. I had to keep myself entertained somehow." His tone was light, but there was something deep in his bronze eyes—something distant, like a man who had seen too much and had no idea how to explain it.
Madoka's expression softened. "So… no more witches? No more suffering?"
"Well, not exactly," Manaka admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "The spell doesn't work instantly—it's more like a cycle of rebirth. When a magical girl falls into despair and becomes a witch, instead of being trapped in that state forever, she'll burn away and be reborn as an ordinary girl in a world where she doesn't have to fight."
Homura's lips pressed into a thin line. "And what of their memories?"
Manaka's gaze flickered toward her. "Gone."
The weight of that single word settled between them.
Madoka's hands clasped together. "Then… they get to live normal lives." A small smile crossed her lips, though there was sadness in her eyes. "That's… that's wonderful."
Homura, however, remained silent. Her mind churned. If this was true—if Manaka had created such a spell—then it meant the old cycle had already been broken in ways she hadn't accounted for. Did that mean her interference had been meaningless?
Or worse…
Had she rewritten the world for no reason?
Manaka, as if sensing her thoughts, smirked. "Don't overthink it, Akemi-san. Your world still exists. Your choices still mattered."
Homura scoffed. "Spare me your reassurances."
Manaka only grinned wider. "Fine, fine. Just thought you'd like to know that the magical girl tragedy train is no longer running."
Madoka suddenly clapped her hands together, eyes shining. "Then that means we really can take a break! No more fighting, no more suffering—just us, together." She turned to Homura, her warmth cutting through the cold distance between them. "Isn't that nice, Homura-Chan?"
"Aren't you worried about your family?" Homura asked guiltily.
Madoka smiled but it was sad. "...I think it's better if I don't meet them...just like Manaka I've been around for a long time and I thought about it with the others before"
Homura stared at Madoka, searching for any trace of regret in her expression. There was none—just a quiet, resigned acceptance.
"You've thought about it before?" Homura echoed, her voice carefully measured.
Madoka nodded slowly. "Yeah… before the Law of Cycles took full form, I still had pieces of myself that remembered my old life. I wondered what it would be like to go back, to see Mama and Papa, to be with Tatsuya again." Her golden eyes shimmered as she looked out toward the endless ocean. "But… that life isn't mine anymore. Even if I went back, I wouldn't be their Madoka—not really."
A gust of wind carried the sound of the waves against the shore. Homura clenched her fists. She had destroyed heaven itself to bring Madoka back, only to hear that she had already come to terms with never returning.
Manaka, meanwhile, leaned back against a wooden fence near the houses, his bronze eyes watching the two girls with an unreadable expression.
"Guess that settles that," he muttered.
Homura shot him a glare. "You knew she felt this way?"
"Of course I did," Manaka said, stretching. "We're twins, after all. And like I said, I had 500 million years of self-digestion to think about this stuff." He sighed. "But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I also decided not to go back. We Kanames gotta stick together, right, sis?"
Madoka giggled, nudging her brother. "You just don't want to deal with Mom lecturing you."
Manaka feigned a dramatic shudder. "Exactly. Even a concept-eating, self-consuming anomaly like me wouldn't survive that."
Homura watched their exchange in silence. It was… strange. After so many lifetimes of suffering, so many battles fought over fate itself, this was what remained—a pair of twins, laughing like ordinary siblings, and a Devil who had nothing left to fight.
Madoka turned back to her, her smile gentle. "So… what do you think, Homura-chan? Can we rest now?"
Homura hesitated.
Could she really allow herself to rest?
Her entire existence had been defined by fighting, by resisting, by sacrificing everything for Madoka's sake. If she stopped now, what would she be?
But as she looked into Madoka's golden eyes, she saw no burdens, no pain—just hope. The hope that, for once, they could simply exist.
Homura exhaled slowly.
"…Fine."
Madoka's face lit up. Manaka smirked.
"Great!" he said, clapping his hands. "Now let's get settled in. I call dibs on the biggest house!"
"Absolutely not," Madoka and Homura said in unison.
Manaka pouted. "Wow. Tough crowd."
Madoka giggled, and even Homura, for the first time in what felt like eternity, allowed herself a small, fleeting smile.