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> Если веришь в Мадоку - такого с тобой не произойдет. Мадока реально добра, в отличие от христианского бога, который прикрывается любовью. Мадока никогда не скажет тебе отсечь что-либо. Я считаю, что это достаточно весомый аргумент в её пользу.

> Твой ход, Бог.

“My sisters,” she began, spreading her arms. “Doubtless in your travels, you have encountered those who would ask you why we are so arrogant as to hold ourselves separate from the rest of humanity. How, they ask, can it be consistent to acknowledge a God of humanity while simultaneously focusing our worship elsewhere? Do we not consider ourselves human?”

Kyouko leaned forward over the pulpit, surveying the crowd, eyes peering.

She relaxed slightly.

“The answer, of course, is that we don’t consider ourselves human, not exactly. It is not that we consider ourselves better. Only different.”

“Is it not evident how we are different?” she asked, raising a hand in a rhetorical gesture. “Humanity struggles under the weight of sin, and of evil. For their transgressions and deviations on Earth, they were once punished mercilessly after death. The darkness of this world must have always have its last shot.”

She dropped her head, looking down briefly, before looking back at her audience, which was drinking in her every word.

“That changed, of course,” Kyouko said. “It used to be, only the purest of the pure could ascend, which worked out to practically nobody. The rest, guilty of even the most minor of transgressions, found themselves punished eternally. It was unquestionably cruel, to ask perfection of flawed Humanity. Utterly unfair.”

Kyouko pulled an apple off the top of the pulpit. It was one of her favorite props, and she stood regarding it, turning it in her hands, as if to say “no apple is perfectly shaped, but most are good.” Finally she took a decisive, symbolic bite.

“It is difficult for a God to understand the plight of man. The thinking of an omniscient being must be forever alien to us. Perhaps such a being simply did not understand us. It took an ambassador, one in Human form, to relieve Humanity of its cruel burden and, perhaps, bring the omnipotent to an understanding.”

Kyouko smiled to herself, then glanced at the faces of her audience once more.

“But of course I digress,” she said, tossing and catching the apple again. “The point is not to illustrate how moving the story is for us, but how little it has to do with us. For you see, our souls were never the same.”

She set down her apple, and materialized her soul gem, raising it up high, so that it glowed in the eyes of those in front her.

“This is where we keep our souls,” she said. “Not in heaven, but on Earth. We make contracts, pouring our hopes and desires into wishes, wishes that fight back the demons of Humanity and the darkness of entropy. And for daring to challenge the design of the world, Fate itself, we were punished. Instead of enjoying the fruits of Earth and the joys of life, we were condemned to spend eternity fighting.”

She turned her gem back into a ring. Looking out once again, she spotted Patricia, Asaka, and that new girl, Ryouko, walking down one of the adjoining hallways. The last of these looked in Kyouko’s direction and met her eyes briefly.

Kyouko took a moment to take in the girl’s profile, which was short and strangely childish, with a vaguely aristocratic facial bone structure. Then she continued:

“Beyond that, our fate mirrored that of Humanity, but with a critical distinction. While they received the punishment for their desires after death, we received it here on Earth. Every girl here has, or will someday, attend at the death of a friend, watching their soul gems darken and crack despite everything that can be done. Watching their agony, can there be any doubt what fate has in store for them?”

Kyouko could see some in the audience nodding. Well, of course it was working; it was one of her most practiced lines.

She paused rhetorically, for just a moment.

“Once, they would have had that fate,” she said. “We would have all had it. This we know, because Homura spoke to me of the terrible destiny of all magical girls. Something dark, painful, eternal and earthly.”

Kyouko let the mood darken slightly before continuing.

“But this is no longer the case,” she said. “We end our lives in peace, our soul gems vanishing magically. All the demons, all the despair, all the cost of our contract, vanishing, just like that.”

Kyouko snapped her fingers to accentuate the point.

“You see,” she said. “It was unfair. It was cruel, to punish us for our wishes. Perhaps, in the mind of God, on the scales of the Incubators, it all balanced out, and it was only natural. Still, it was just as unfair to blame us for our wishes, to tell girls not to hope, as it was to ask Humanity as a whole not to sin. And just as Humanity gained redemption for its sins in the afterlife, we gained redemption for our sins on Earth, so that we, too, could depart.”

She stepped back from the pulpit, and gestured at the unfinished statue behind her.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” she said, looking upward. “I have gone all this time, without mentioning the Goddess once. But in another way, it is not amazing at all. She changed the rules of this world to grant us this salvation, and she never even told us about it. She has done as much for us as any other god has done for Humanity, but she demands no worship. She didn’t even desire to be known. That is precisely why we worship her, because no one else will.”

She turned back towards the crowd, still pointing with one arm.

“Were she a perfect God, we would not even know that much. We know of her only because she is imperfect, because she left a Prophet on Earth, someone to carry out what she could not. One to meddle in our affairs, one to try and heal a flawed world, because she can’t stand to see us how we are. She is not omnipotent, not perfect, and we flatter her by calling her Goddess, unless perhaps we mean goddess with lower‐case g. The Goddess is human, and that too is why we worship her, even if it is bias.”

“We know this by the Prophet’s actions, and her hints. We call her Prophet, but she does not prophesize. She says nothing about the Goddess, save that she exists, and the hints she dropped without knowing. Instead, she worked quietly to save us, to lift us out of our terrible lives, without a thought to glory.”

She let her arm drop.

“I hope…” she began quietly. “I hope Homura hasn’t lost sight of who she is, and that she still works for this world somehow. The last time I saw her, she was in agony. She is human too, and her human heart would prefer she join her Goddess in heaven, rather than toil on Earth in service of Humanity, as a more perfect being would. I do not begrudge her her humanity, but if she suffers, it must be for a reason. Just in case, we strive every day to find her.”

Kyouko looked up again, dropping briefly her guise of authoritative preacher.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” she asked. “There is so much we don’t know, and I have to stand here telling you about it. I wish we knew more, but our Goddess doesn’t desire we know. I guess it’s only fair, right? We’ve spent most of our existence hiding ourselves from Humanity, so she spent just as much time hiding herself from us.”

She got some light chuckles out of the audience with that, but nothing too strong. Well, that was to be expected.

Kyouko cleared her throat.

“It is also because of this that we do not emphasize holy books, nor hymns, nor dull mantras to be memorized and chanted,” she said. “All of those things are the mere trappings of artifice, and unnecessary. We pay for our entrance into Heaven with the lives we lead, not our worship. I say we worship her, but it would aggravate her if we cloistered ourselves in a temple worshipping idols.”

She returned to her pulpit.

“We honor her with our lives,” she said. “So endeavor to live in her memory. Guard and save Humanity, because that is your duty and her desire. Support each other, treat each other as sisters, because that too is your duty and her desire. Remember that always.”

Доставляю новую опасную рулеточку.

Последняя цифра номера поста определяет персонаж:
0 - Мадока
1 - Мадока-богиня
2 - Хомура
3 - Девил-Хомура
4 - Кёко
5 - Саяка
6 - Мами
7 - Хитоми
8 - Кёске
9 - Папаня Мадоки

Предпоследняя цифра номера поста определяет действие:
0 - Вас подвергают словесной доминации
1 - Вы словесно доминируете, персонажу это нравится
2 - Вы словесно доминируете, персонажу это не нравится
3 - Персонаж страпонит вас
4 - Вы страпоните персонаж, персонажу это нравится
5 - Вы страпоните персонаж, персонажу это не нравится
6 - Вы получаете золотой дождь
7 - Вы выдаёте золотой дождь, персонажу это нравится
8 - Вы выдаёте золотой дождь, персонажу это не нравится
9 - Пьёте вместе чай с тортиком

На любой дабл Хомура устроит юриняшканье с Мадокой, но у вас завязаны глаза и вы можете только слушать.
На любой трипл и более Хомура устроит юриняшканье с Мадокой и вы можете всё видеть и слышать.