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Latreia

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Character from Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

Name: Latreia
Age: 17
Power: Stop corruption of witches (hear their stories and save them). Shields.
Wish: To relieve the corruption within her mother's soul.
Personality: Sticks to her word, dry humor, withdrawn, responsible, awkward near men, likes spicy food, overanalyzes, loves little things/details.
Gem stone/color: Oval-teardrop/gray.

Story
To understand my story, we must head back into time to the very beginning; back to early childhood to be exact. In the higher class of society, my story is not one that revolves around poverty or starvation, but of corruption. My father owned a successful business company, working hard and diligently at his job but never forgetting to make time for Mother and me. Mother stayed at home and kept me company, making happy memories while waiting for Father to come home and continue the adventures. Never neglected or mistreated, it was an ideal and perfect childhood, the very image and life every child should have. An image that was so full of kindness and love, it was a disaster waiting to happen, a bomb that was detonated and ready to self-destruct. And one day, it did.

On a day like any other, while visiting Father at work, Mother and I came in on him with another woman. After many fights filled with pain and hatred, he left us, offering to take only me back. However, with every request for me to come stay with him, I declined. It was Mother who needed me and I knew that... though it was hard to tell most of the time. Mother's life spiraled into oblivion after everything and the only way I was able to help, was become her punching bag. She became abusive and took her hatred out on me, hating how my eyes resembled his. Even after the most brutal beatings, she'd come back and hug me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably and apoligizing between her sobs. Who was once such a happy and beautiful person came one dystroyed with corruption and depression. After one beating that got out of control and landed me into the hospital, Mother had reached her breaking point. She tried to kill herself, disgusted with her depression and desiring to end it all. Before I knew it, she was there in the very same hospital as I. I sobbed by her bed, begging her to never do this again, that she could do whatever she needed to cope, but to please never try to leave me again. Seeing her dull eyes go from me to the window, she said only nothing, then lied down like a dog having found its place to wait for death. In the midst of everything, I heard a voice.

"Do you need a miracle?"

It was an odd cat and fox-like creature we now know as Kyube. He'd seen everything and promised me a wish, a miracle if I became what he called a Puella Magi. Fighting witches that were born from curses and ready to die at any moment. I agreed. An exchange for my soul for my mother's wasn't even needed to be asked for.

"Please. I wish for the corruption in her darkened soul to disappear and leave behind only that happiness and beauty. Please..."

The miracle happened. Her depression disappeared and her smile finally returned. Things could finally return to normal. Finally...

That's what I had believed anyways but when one makes a pact with the devil, it must be kept. I became a Puella Magi, fighting to keep the peace and learning everything about what I was fighting. From how witches were borne from corrupted soul gems to my lifeless body. That I possessed the rare ability to see those past Puella Magi and what it was that had corrupted their souls. My ability was to accept their corruption into my own soul and then clense my soul gem from the ability gained from my wish. Meaning, I'd be fighting as a Puella Magi much longer than many others with my self-purifying soul gem. Why did I never retaliate and try to quit you may ask? Because this was the deal I accepted in exchange for that wish, and knowing that, I had to accept whatever loopholes and catches that applied, even if it meant doing this for as long as my soul gem could cleanse itself.

That's what I believed anyways. That if I did this, Mother and I could be happy together but it turns out, some things just don't last. Chasing a witch down that had eluded me for months, it'd grown strong from the countless victims it'd taken. I came to an abandoned warehouse, armed and ready to fight. I came late and victims laid scattered across the floor, drained of life. Guilt welled within me but that was part of the job when one wasn't fast enough. It happened and was bound to happen again. Those were my feelings pertaining to victims though I couldn't heartlessly ignore this batch of victims. Amongst the bodies, was a face that crushed my heart and added more corruption to my soul gem than anything else. The face of my mother. Lying there with the same lifeless look she had as when she was in that hospital bed. After a long and grueling fight, I defeated the witch and was forced to continue with life. Holding the funeral for my mother and inheriting what riches she had left then leaving our home. I became a travelling Puella Magi, dystroying whatever witch or firmiliar that came before me. No matter how many I dystroyed, my soul gem only acquired their corruption slowly, continually purifying as much as it could after every fight.

This life as a Puella Magi would never end until I became a witch and it seemed as though that itself would take awhile, all because of that wish I made. That wish that was so decievingly called a miracle. The very 'miracle' that now keeps me bound to this dead body that holds my bartared soul. The soul that will continue to dystroy itself while curing the corruption that'd lead to freedom. The soul that was damned from the very beginning.