So I cleaned up some garbage I posted on the Discord a while back. Inspired by the various Homucifer omakes posted
waaaay back on page 666.
Disillusion
Something (
everything) was broken. This was the new truth of the world - a paradox, a contradiction, with all of reality caught inside. And yet, within broken logic there was imposed order.
Her order. Nothing could occur that she did not permit... but a broken mind has broken rules. A crack, somewhere, a moment of discontinuity, somewhen, and -
the play
is not
yet done
She hadn't been there, when things had started. She'd gotten the story from Miki, though. A girl, slumped in an alleyway, slowly dying. She
was there now.
This wasn't that alleyway, it couldn't be, that alleyway didn't exist in this world, (
she'd removed it) but it looked just like she had imagined that scene.
Just like she had imagined it. A blustery gale set detritus swirling, the adjacent buildings sent out swooping shadows. But was it the same girl?
Could it be the same girl? (
She'd rejected her invitation, before.) Pale white hair, a blue coat (not her magical girl outfit, she didn't have a soul gem) somehow looking self-assured even as she died.
Now was the start, again.
The demon (
the girl, she was the demon) stepped in front of her, her heels clacking against the cobblestone, and the girl opened her eyes. "Huh." She coughed, once, and the hand she'd brought up to her mouth came away stained in red. She didn't seem to mind. "Sorry to interrupt."
"You... you can't be here. I tried to bring you, and you wouldn't- how did you-" The mind spun, and with it, so too did the sky above.
Sabrina's hand spasmed into a grip on her ankle. "Homura!" Despite the quiet strain in the call, it carried admonishment. The sky stilled. "I'm dying. Fix-" Another coughing fit, and now the cobblestones were caked in blood and phlegm. Undaunted, she bored her gaze into the standing girl. "Fix it."
The demon clapped
its
hands.
It was earlier that day in a Mitakihara cafe. A pair of curled blonde rings bounced their way past the window, behind which a black and white pair could be seen, sitting, as they indulged in pastries.
"Hmm. I
would be willing to show you around town, but unfortunately I have other time commitments. Perhaps if I introduced you to Tomoe Mami, she could give you a tour? You'd get along
very well."
Sabrina sipped at her tea, enjoying it, before setting down the cup. "That's a very kind offer, Homura. But I'd like to apologize first."
The girl with black hair (
the demon, it was the girl) raised an eyebrow. "Whatever for, Vee?"
Sabrina folded her hands (her unadorned, plain hands) and sighed. "For not being able to fix things, of course."
She stared at the devil, unafraid.
"For failing you."