wrath || madokami
yellow-forget-me-nots
⊰∋♔∈⊱
----she should of kept a keener watch; a tighter control on her caged bird. Had she been rigorous, there may of been an opportunity to prevent this fateful moment; to avert such a dire dilemma. Regretful thoughts would serve no purpose either way, no matter how much the demon anguishes & it would certainly not solve the problem at hand.
It was just.....all too brisk.Everything broke apart within a blink of an eye; as the demon stood helplessly Even with her futile attempts, it was of no use. She had remembered. The Goddess of H o p e, the ruler of the Law of Cycles...had awakened from her forced slumber.
Truthfully, Homura didn't even know of what the other currently felt, as the two divine figures faced eye to eye---honeyed hues meeting lustful magenta . With a plaid white dress reflecting across the transparent flooring, both girls were surrounded by the handcrafted cosmos. In contrast, the devil's pitched black outfit flew freely as well. Hence the murky feathers flowing swiftly, only to diminish into ashes.
Little to no words were exchanged instantly. In fact, it was mere silence that filled the vast space. This had caused Homura to tense up, though the minor details were scarcely visible to one's naked eye. She could...make an attempt to regain her control in the state of tranquility, but such a move would only be typical to assume.
It was then that lips began to part---in which they they were skeptical at first, but it eventually made its way to speak out. It was a simple word, but it meant the whole world.
"...Madoka."
