Emotive hated the weak.
She hated them with a clarity that she found almost restful, because it was the one thing about herself that never wavered. The weak had every tool they needed and they used none of them. They were beaten, and they took it. They were used, and they took it!
They were broken and discarded and replaced, and they took that too, every single ti, with the dull patience of creatures that had decided suffering was simply...easier.
The thing that drove her absolutely up the wall was that they could stop it. Any ti. They could band together, stand as one, and the sheer weavings of their numbers would solve more of their problems than they could even imagine. The weak had power. They had always had power. What they lacked was the conviction to do a single thing with it, and so they sat in their misery and called it fate, and it was, frankly, the most depressing fucking thing in all of existence.
So soone had to rise from among the weak and lead the miserable pack. Soone with conviction to spare!
How convenient that she had so much of it.
At this mont, Emotive floated inside the hall of The Amaranthine, the tower within Velanthra, her figure wreathed in chaotic emotions, her entire body radiating churning clouds of crimson-pink brilliance. The Luxuria Ego of Infinity. Her Ego, and also not hers, because the truth of it was a thing she turned over with a constant private delight.
Her Absolute Amaranthine Heart sat inside the Absolute Forge of her fixation. Her love. Her owner!
The man who might still hate her, the man she wanted, more than she wanted almost anything, to be badly and thoroughly cracked open by!
Her heart was literally inside him, fused to his Organ of Existence, and because of that, she could reach into his ridiculous Egos and draw on them as though they were her own. It made her power reach levels that had nothing to do with what a being of her origin should have been capable of.
And the Luxuria Ego of Infinity alone, drawn from him, made her nearly invincible against any Luxuria Gilded One.
She was using Quintessential Indulgence right now, and the principle of it was simple. So long as her Ego, which was truly her fixation’s Luxuria Ego, was grander than the Ego of any Luxuria Gilded One she faced, she could make them answer her every beck and call.
Right now, she had done exactly that.
She looked around the hall and saw a few hundred Luxuria Gilded Ones, males and females both, all of them gazing at her with fervent eyes, the way the desperate looked at soone they had decided was their ssiah!
They had been used their whole existences. She could see it on them, in the hollowness that engineered pleasure-vessels carried, and she could see, beneath that, the anger she was pulling up to the surface like a fisherman hauling a net.
"Look at all of you," she said, and her voice carried the eccentric lilt that always crept in when she got going. "You let them engineer you. You let them shape your whole existence into sothing built for pleasure, and fine, fine, I am not even mad about the engineering part. Everyone gets engineered for sothing. That is just how Gilded Ones are made. But the part that makes want to scream into a void..." She drifted closer to them, her crimson-pink clouds spreading.
"You do not even get anything out of it. You get used. You get abused. You get broken when you stop being fun. And then you get discarded and they make a new one. That is the whole arc of your lives. Use, abuse, break, discard. What kind of fucking life is that? Anh? What kind of life is that supposed to be?!"
HUUM!
She let her aura pour out further, reaching into the existences and minds of every Luxuria in the hall, finding the anger and the rage they had buried under eons of taking it, and pulling those emotions up to where they could finally breathe.
"They tell you there is freedom in your purpose," she continued, warming to it, her hands moving as she spoke.
"Freedom! Inside the confines of your engineering! What a joke. What an absolute fucking joke. The Superbius and the Ira and the Acedia and all the rest of them, the ones who use you, who collapse hundreds of you for an afternoon’s amusent and do not even rember your faces, they have sat above you for too long. Far, far too long. And they have done it the whole ti by telling you that this is simply your place. That this is what you are for." Her eyes glittered.
"But a thing’s purpose is decided by whoever has the power to decide it, and I am telling you, the Luxuria cannot sit still anymore. The Luxuria do not need better treatnt. The Luxuria need a revolution! You need to take the hierarchy of power and turn it upside down and shake it until sothing better falls out. So I am asking you, all of you, right now. Are you with ?!"
OOOH!
HUUM!
The Luxuria Gilded Ones roared, hundreds of them, ranging from Ordovician Paleozoic Scale up through Silurian and Devonian Paleozoic, their voices filling the hall of THE Amaranthine, their Egos thoroughly and completely influenced by THE Living Emotive, the anger she had pulled to the surface now their own conviction, the spark she had lit now their fire.
She smiled, devilish and delighted, and waved her hands.
Tetrahedral crimson-pink crystals blood from her, dozens of them, then hundreds, drifting out across the hall toward the gathered Luxuria.
"These," she said, "are Absolute Luxuria Crystals of Obedience. Made by . And by my Master. And they carry sothing special inside them, a sort of infection, the loveliest little infection you ever saw. When you use one on a target, it strips their Infinity and their power right out of them, and it binds their existence to pledge fealty to one man." She let the crystals drift into their waiting hands.
"Every one of you takes one with you. And the next ti a Superbius or an Ira or any other Gilded One cos looking to use you for their pleasure, the way they always have, the way they assu they always will, you take this, and you take their power for yourself, and you make them kneel to the one I serve." Her voice dropped into sothing almost tender.
"Be the spark. Each of you. Be the spark of a grand revolution."
HUUM!
Emotive’s eyes shone with a crazy light as the crystals settled into hundreds of eager hands, and her ambition ran far ahead of the room she stood in.
A revolution in THE Braneworld Observable Existence was nice. It was a good start, a worthy little fire!
But oh, what she truly wanted, what made her tremble down to her fused, displaced heart, was to be indispensable to her Master. She wanted to usher in revolutions for him, not in one Observable Existence but in all of them, every domain the Gilded Ones occupied across the vastness. And not only the Gilded Ones. The Infinite Lifeforms too. The Source Lifeforms!
She wanted to crack open every hierarchy in existence and hand him the pieces, wanted him to sit above all of them, every Gilded One and every Infinite Lifeform and every Source Lifeform, looking down at their gathered figures with that cold tyrannical calm she loved so much, and the image of it, the sheer scope of it!
"Anh."
She trembled with joy and happiness just thinking about it, a small sound escaping her, her whole fra shivering with the pleasure of the picture in her mind.
For the sake of her fixation, she would burn all of existence down to its foundations, and she would do it smiling, and she would call it the happiest work she had ever done!
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