Chapter 6

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"Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to men, for this he was chained to a rock and tortured for eternity

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"Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to men, for this he was chained to a rock and tortured for eternity."


Homura stood confused, his body still feeling insanely hot.

"Madoka?"

The other hunter didn't look as surprised, probably assuming this was normal.
"That devil's powerful, no wonder Makima has so much faith..."

"Madoka, what... what happened???"
Homura's heart raced, and his mind searched for any trace of what had happened between now and when he first transformed.

Madoka furrowed a brow, curious as to why Homura was so distraught.
"You exterminated the goat devil, why, what's wrong?"

The now sweat-drenched hunter breathed heavily, had he killed anyone? It didn't seem like it but... If he can't remember, he'd rather nip it in the bud.

"Madoka I'm.. I'm sorry, I have to get home"

"Now."

On the boat and train ride back, Homura was more than unusually quiet, his mind filled with anxiety and frustration.

Madoka looked slightly concerned, not expecting the rookie to be so intimidated on his first official mission.
A majority of devil hunters grappled with excessive loss, PTSD, and death... It seemed to him that Homura just wasn't accustomed to the matter yet, as usual with rookies.

Homura exited the train, waving to Madoka as they parted ways. Yet his heart remained heavy, giving a feeling of being dragged with every step he took.

Home.

Homura needed to get home.

Things weren't making sense to him. If he and the fire devil had a contract... then just what the fuck was going on?

Thunder growled loudly, signaling the storm to come.
But Homura didn't acknowledge it, not even a little.

The fear of not remembering what had happened while the Fire Devil ran amok sent a chill through his spine.

What if he had hurt someone?

What if he...

He didn't want to think about it too much... but he couldn't help it. The thoughts haunted him like a guilty conscience.

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