I'll curse every last thing on this Earth

if she tries to do bad things u have to raise ur hand and firmly say [firm voice] stop that

Ophelia witch kissing a mob of people and sending them to a warehouse, where they proceeded to successfully douse it and themselves in gasoline and burn alive

she beat an uncontracted Sayaka to a few inches of her life for crossing her wrong

she was indirectly the cause of dei-lancea's eventual death in one of their timelines by making her state of mind worse

she loved watching every minute of it

She treats Candeloros v poorly, mostly manipulating them and making them feel worse

SHe's lost control of herself and fought that first Oktavia she was with into a long term stasis/coma

my very first smut thread was on here and it was in the damn church

she's probably beat a LOT of people into submission tbh

Kyoko could feel herself getting scared as soon as Ophelia’s harshness started to show through, flinching slightly at the last angry word that the witch had spit out at her. But she continued to remain where she was standing, the determination in her eyes not leaving for a second. The lancer knew that she could get hurt because of this but that didn’t matter right now. She was staying, no matter what.

  "No. I can’t leave ya alone. Cuz I know how much it hurts ta be alone…Do whatever the hell ya want ta me. But I ain’t leavin’."

"You're going to learn how to pick your pity cases, girl." There was that flicker of dancing fire again. Though this time it grew larger, swirling around the witch and hiding her for a moment, before violently dispersing, flames licking out where Kyouko stood as well. 

The gown wearing witch's harsh and cold eyes dug into Kyouko, face adorned only with scorn. "What I feel is none of your business. And I certainly don't desire the pity and company of some weak, pathetic puella magi, if anything. Your mistake is assuming that I would."

Without warning, the area was already warping into the woman's barrier, a beast behind Kyouko abruptly knocking her over, the white, armored steed galloping to his rider's side before turning, a huff of smoke curling from his nostrils as he lowered his head and allowed the fiery witch's hand to gently rub at the side of his snout. 

"But…But I can’t leave ya. Yer a witch but…but yer still me."

"I can’t just leave ya alone. An…I’m still tryin’ ta figure out why yer here."

  The witch's glaring red hues were fixed on the magi, expression about immovable. "I am here because one of your variants despaired in hatred, loathing, and anger so long ago. No one has been successful in exterminating me since."