THE JEWEL OF ALL-DESIRING

so long as you continue: Her athame will rest at distance, and begloved hands sit in clasp.

but the candles will not gutter out, nor blade's silver shine diffuse.

why?

You will dress in tail-wary skirts and adorn your horns with ruby bands. You will study as nobility in the Court of the Burning Throne. You will rise each morning before the sun with your brood-sisters and pay your respects to the Light that Graces Our Lands. You will eat lizard-egg galettes and drink frostberry vodka every day that's worth 3 sols. You will go to serpentgirl soirées every night. You are also more likely to meet mountain-wyrms, the Talons of Prejudice, crystal wyverns, and Lady Resolution of Mind.

i would have made it about each jewel (♀) trying to make a harem of the other five. the cliffhanger halfway twist is that they ryona and snuff Space and the universe contracts into pure abstraction with Time as its only dimension.

Power is an omnipotent ojou-sama, but Time (demure, diligent) prevents her from ever reaching an instant where she tries to use it.

Mind controls everyone to love her and only her at maximum intensity all the time. (Time permits this, seeing that she's happier this way.) Soul counterbalances by compelling each to remain true to their fundamental natures when those directly contradict their love.

Reality is an omega slut that fetishizes both being molded and shaped and (with vastly more subtlety) the fact that she is herself not real. she fills herself with innumerable rainbows of entities able to exist without Space in order to please Mind.

Power wins. of course She does. each jewel is imperfect now, cracks drawn in them by Mind and Soul. a drop lost of Power's monopoly on strength is unnoticeable; but for Time, this corruption represents an inability to create an endless loop of zero variation.

even the smallest source of entropy makes it inevitable that she will weaken and falter. her loops will only continue indefinitely until she does, shifting by creeping infinitesimals — until the moment she wavers and lapses her grip on Power.

the universe exists only as lead-up to the inescapable glorious instant of her ignominy. in which she permits herself to collapse utterly into the one thing she can experience only once — and Power achieves causality-transcending apokatastasis.

cause and effect become the selfsame object and that object is Her will: absolute cosmic dominion and boundless exquisite tormentdoting on Mind.

for a coin? for a coin?

the price she takes you needn't pay.

transmute base to precious