A/N: Another PMMM flash bingo drabble, prompt 034; Law of the Cycles/Walpurgisnacht.

Walpurgisnacht, a fusion of fallen Magical Girls, a witch so powerful it doesn't need to hide behind a barrier. Humans saw it as a natural disaster, and it was nigh unstoppable, leaving shattered cities, broken worlds, death and destruction in its wake.

But that wasn't what they had wanted, not at all. The magical girls that made up this amalgamation had had their own wishes, their own desires, their reasons for choosing this life. To protect, to defend, to avenge, to fight, they each had their own wishes, their own visions of what the future would hold. But in the end, they were betrayed by those who had promised them change. They were mislead, lied to, ferried to their own destruction without remorse or warning. None of them wanted this, to destroy as they had saved, to ruin as they had created, but it was the fate that was given to them anyway. And so they burned and smashed, laughed and cried, no hope in sight.

But then, in the blink of an eye, hope appeared. A wish, one born of desperation, of hope, it changed everything. A flash of light engulfed the Dreadnought Witch, and suddenly they were no longer combined, no longer a single misshapen entity raging against the world like it was their own destructive playground.

No, they were themselves again, and they were each met with an arrow that flared to life, removing their pain, their sorrow, their despair, and taking their burden. And in an instant they knew who it was. Madoka Kaname...

It's alright. I'm here with you. You won't have to be alone ever again. I promise, she said to each and every one of them, pulling them into a warm embrace of light, delivering them unto their own heaven.

Madoka Kaname, the Law of the Cycles. She is their savior, their Goddess, taking all their pain and suffering, their confusion, and their sadness upon herself for their sake. She knows their hopes, their dreams, their regrets, and their hopes. She provides comfort, warmth, family, all the things they lacked in their old lives but never realized, she has given to them.

She, who was human, who sacrificed her very existence for them, is the greatest of them all, and at the same time the least. She never takes, only gives. She is the Law of the Cycles, a fundamental law of the universe that ensures no magical girl will ever succumb to despair, immutable and unstoppable.

The cosmos spin and twirl in their new order. And as they do, 'Walpurgisnacht' spins with them. If one thing is for sure, it is that they love her, and she loves them back just as much.