She sat in a small chair on a hill, sipping a small cup of tea with a devious smirk. This was it. She had made reality as she wanted it. Peaceful, no Kyubey to interfere, and Madoka was an innocent high school girl. (That is if she never finds out of her godlike abilities, which Homura would ensure.) She finally had achieved her perfect reality. A life where she can live peacefully with Madoka, even at the cost of becoming a devil.