All this time... that was how the Fear Demon had operated.
But a thousand years ago, when she had only just become a Demon, the Fear Demon had possessed so many... so very many memories.
Those memories might not have been happy ones, but they had left their mark on her.
And the one thing she could never forget was her younger sister, who had become a magical girl.
As it happened, her sister also had silver hair: short silver hair that caught the sunlight and shone beautifully.
Her sister's eyes, though, were a vivid blue, clear as the sky and filled with a slightly foolish innocence.
The Fear Demon had never forgotten how excited her sister had been when she told her she had become a magical girl.
To the Fear Demon, who had already come into contact with Despair Power, that joy had been painfully glaring.
"Why... why did it have to be you who became a magical girl...?"
Even as the Fear Demon outwardly celebrated her sister becoming a magical girl, she could not help thinking that.
When Despair Power first began to emerge, Demons' hatred of magical girls had not been so intense from the start.
The Power of Hope and Despair Power had only just appeared, so magical girls still held naive ideas about Demons. They believed Demons could turn away from evil.
After all, most Demons back then were ordinary people who had stumbled into contact with Despair Power.
With kindness and good intentions in their hearts, the magical girls believed they could purify Despair Power and bring everyone back to normal.
Justice would surely triumph over evil. Magical girls would surely save everyone.
Wasn't that how it always went in the movies?
As for the Demons, they did feel an instinctive aversion to