In the world of magical girls, strange rumors and sightings are a common occurrence, both among the oblivious common populace, as well as the hidden world of magic underneath. One often hears how they have seen a fairy dance on the surface of a pond, or heard a voice in the rumbling weather. But nothing could compare to the tragedy that had transpired in a northeastern city in the USA; Penrose. A lone magical girl, guided by a naive but well-meaning Puchuu, intended to unite the local magical girls in the city against a coming threat.

However, the girl was shockingly murdered in plain sight of numerous other magical girls, and the perpetrator was a member of the Beacon; while known for their extremist views on monsters and dark energy, this was the first time they had taken the life of an innocent. What's more, the Beacon member carried a bomb on her person, sparking terror among them, and causing many to flee from the city. Some rumored that the attack was a conspiracy made by a shadowy organization, but nobody would have any proof; there were only scant sightings of a dark magical girl wearing a black dress and an eyepatch disappearing into portals of shadow around the state, accompanied by creatures of the same umbral mold.

As word spread of the atrocities committed by the fanatical organisation and of the troubles in the city to other cities, tensions began to rise between Beacon and local monster girls. Then, the situation peaked to a critical point when an attack on the city's hospital was made by a monster girl known as [url=http://i.imgur.com/PnV5WxH.jpg]Helga[/url], who led a group of Beacon killers against the congregation of Beacon responding to the attack. But, a third party arrived to the scene; a pair of magical girl and boy, Lily Lightning, and Alexander Shields, intervened in the conflict. 

In a turning point for the battle, Alexander was grievously wounded by Helga. At that moment, Lily, wracked with guilt over seemingly losing him, transformed into a monster-like form; an aura of crackling yellow energy emanated from Lily's slouched body as she was down on all fours, her eyes a blank yellow color. Her skin was covered in fur, and from her forehead jutted out a long, sharp horn in the shape of a thunderbolt. She bellowed with the voice of a thundering horse's neigh, her eyes constantly shifting between the two sides after Helga was struck with a resounding thunderbolt, leaving her as mere ash in her wake. Everything was still, and it seemed like at any moment, the tranquil peace could instantly break from the pressure, like a rubber-band that was stretched to it's breaking point. The question was, who would make the first move? Would it be one of the participants of the conflict, or a new arrival at the scene? Would this conflict, borne of horror, end in a truce, or escalate into a state-wide civil war?