Power Without A Price

Artwork - Seinikuten

Within a ramshackle house on the outskirts of an average city, Kaylee grumbled in discomfort on the tattered chair in her living room. She wished she could elevate her swollen legs and relax, but her recliner no longer lived up to its name, having lost its ability to do so for the past couple weeks. She’d fix it if she could, but the poultry living she made from her dead-end job made it hard to fund even casual comforts over the essentials. She was literally living paycheck to paycheck, a reality faced by so many in the world.

Every day felt like a struggle for comfort, her body breaking down over the years since her diabetes diagnosis. She hadn’t been the healthiest prior, but living paycheck to paycheck she had lacked the motivation prior to pay much mind to it till the consequences caught up with her. Now, the lack of steady income made it near impossible to deal with the aches and pains. So losing her recliner was yet another punch in the gut. Depression had gotten the best of her as well, killing all motivation to fight back against her failing body, often too mentally drained to bother with anything else other than relaxation after a soul sucking day of work.

She did consider herself in that she had a house all her own, a hand down from her family who had passed. Though, they weren’t much better off then she was around the end of their lives, and the house had seen far better days. For most of her life, all she knew, and all the people close to her knew, was poverty. Life sucked, but what else was new?

Wiggling her stiff toes, Kaylee felt anxious, expecting a knock at the door any minute. As depressed as she was, she did have moments of hope. They often came in chasing down too-good-to-be-true health products and self-enrichment scams. Being as lazy and broken down as she was, she was easy prey for them. Still, she hoped all the same that her latest attempt would bear fruit.

Suddenly, the knock she anticipated came. Her eyes lit up; a rarity. Slowly working her way up, she could feel her ankles stiffen, and the moment she took her first steps, her plantar fasciitis flared up. She powered through it, shuffling towards the door as her obese upper body weighed down on her knees. If all went well, this would be the last day she ever had to feel this way.

“I can’t believe it actually arrived next day!” Kaylee remarked, excitement swelling within her tone.

She unlocked the door in a flash and flung it open, ready to thank the delivery person. To her surprise however, no one was in sight, not even a vehicle on the street. She hadn’t taken that long to make it to the door had she? Ultimately it didn’t matter to her. If anything, given the website she had purchased the item from, it felt on brand for it to appear mysteriously on her doorstep.

Placing it down on the table, she noticed not a single label on the box. The box itself was also a dark purple color made from a sturdy, velvet material. It made Kaylee feel bad she was about to rip it apart, but it had to be done.

Once the package was opened, she lifted a smaller box out of it, this one made of dark wood. Upon opening the well-crafted jewelry box, She finally laid eyes on the item she sought. Resting neatly on a lavish, red pillow inside, was a golden headpiece—the one that promised to solve all her problems.

Kaylee lifted it gently out of the box, treating it with the utmost care. It felt somewhat heavy, assuring her that it must be made of real gold. It glimmered brilliantly even under the faded fluorescent light of her dingy home. It was made of a golden, flat-molded chain that would wrap around the head, with the centerpiece for the forehead being a large golden crest of sorts. What it represented Kaylee wasn’t sure, but the shape of it reminded her of an anchor. Despite its great condition, she could sense the history with the item.

“Well, at least the item seems legit!”

Kaylee smiled, clutching the charm and performed a brief twirl. Despite all this promise, reality soon crept in.

“Though… I can’t get ahead of myself. It’s more than likely this is still a scam after all.”

She thought back to the website she had bought the headpiece from. It was a shady looking site, only a page, that advertised an ancient artifact that would grant wishes. The seedy design of the webpage, alongside the yarn it spun about the artifact belonging to an old djinn who possessed vast power and granted the wishes of many powerful rulers of the time. It all made for a farfetched sales pitch. Kaylee was desperate though, enough to try something as outrageous as the claims of some dark web nonsense.

There was a faint air of legitimacy she had begun to feel though since the item's arrival. Not only was the way it was delivered curious, but she had even checked the website she bought from that morning and saw that it was gone, wiped clean from the internet. She was willing to latch onto any detail to make this moment feel important. Hope amongst the hopelessness of her situation, that was all she had nowadays.

There were no instructions on how to use the artifact, but she assumed wearing it was the first step. Fashioning it upon her head, it fit near perfect. To her surprise, she felt warmth from it instead of the chill of cold metal.

“Ooookay then… I guess I, make a wish now? Do I get more than one wish?”

She puzzled for a bit. She certainly didn’t want to make what might be her first and only wish a waste. She needed to cover as many desires as possible. Maybe she’d be able to fit several points into one wish if she worded it right.

After a few minutes looking down at her body, for which she held disgust, as well at the squalor surrounding her it then came to her. An uncertain smirk crossed her face and she took a deep breath.

“I wish for a killer body, with a life that’s actually going somewhere.”

Dead silence followed. She should’ve expected as much. The likelihood of this working was damn near zero. Still, she wondered if she worded things right, still clinging to the hope as always that something might happen.

As the disappointment turned to depression, tears began to flow down Kaylee’s cheeks. She was not only angry with herself, but at the world. Such a terrible place she thought, that it could leave people like her and others living in such a defeatist, self-hating manner. Forcing them to cling to such petty dreams such as magic.

“I wish… I just wish I was somebody.” She sobbed. “Someone beautiful! With the power to actually change this shitty world!”

Kaylee gasped after her tear-filled, desperate wish. The artifact on her head was heating up. Not just that, she could detect a light on the upper fringes of her vision. Was it glowing!?

She clutched at the artifact with her hands and felt the steaming warmth of metal.

“Holy shit! I-It’s working!?”

Shock and delight both swelled within her as her heart began to race, the warmth from the object now channeling into her body, starting at the forehead. A wide grin quickly painted itself on her face. She hadn’t felt this happy in years. Nothing drastic had even occurred yet other than the pleasant heat filling her body, yet she was certain what it signified.

As soon as it had begun to pour into her, the heat became overwhelming. Not in a painful way though. No, it felt pleasurable. A tingling sensation was carried across the waves of heat and her skin filled with goosebumps. All her muscles began to twitch and her body lightly quaked.

“What is... Hoh. Ooooh~. Ooooh… ooooh…”

Kaylee was reduced to a hazy, blissful state, her eyes fluttering as her pupils pointed upwards. Her already weak knees were about to give out from the magical sensation, and she stumbled backwards, falling onto her rugged chair. All she could do was tremble and moan as the magic seized hold of every inch of her.

It felt as if she was held within the peak before orgasm, her body tensing and releasing again and again as if bracing for something massive. All the while, Kaylee’s mind was awash in desires. The magical force of the artifact was shuffling through her thoughts, picking and prodding at anything it could find to relate to her wish. What it was honing in on at the moment was the element of beauty.

Flashes of features she’d always desired for herself came crashing down on her psyche. And as more of them crystalized into perfectly sculpted imagery, her body reacted in turn, starting to transform into the image of this ideal self.

I’ve always wanted longer lashes…

Her lashes grew lengthy and thicker, lining the borders of her eyelids seductively.

Longer hair… Yes, I want long, silver hair…

Her typically wavy, short bob cut began to lengthen rapidly, spilling past her shoulders. The strands fell like rushing water down her backside, as the brown color of them was bleached into a striking, shimmering silver.

Kaylee moaned loudly upon feeling the touch of the hair creep through the openings at the top of her shorts and slide across her bottom. She bit her lip, and held it firm as she imagined softer, plumper lips for herself. The changes happened in turn, and her fuller mouth let loose another flurry of moans.

Want… tan skin… like the women in the magazines…

Kaylee was into women, and in particular had a proclivity towards ones with a nice tan. She’d always wished her pale, white skin could be as beautiful as theirs. Finally, she could have it, as the power of the wish brought invisible paint strokes to her body, every inch of her skins’ canvas being blotched with a beautiful bronze.

“More…” Kaylee moaned, her squeaky tone hardly carrying much resonance with it. However, as more of the perfect body flashed within her head, the magic intensified, sending her frail voice soaring.

“H-H-HYAAAAAH! MOOOOORE!”

Kaylee began to buck and thrash in her chair, her entire body writhing as if all was one singular, twisting mass. The climax her body was being denied had let loose, her pussy salivating and squirting within her tight fitted jeans. Eyes rolled into the back of her head, lapping within the darkness the shining beacon that was her ideal self.

Fuck I look beautiful… So much slimmer…

Kaylee clutched tightly to the armrest of the chair, her body pulsating violently as fat rippled in every direction. The years of diabetes toll on her body was being attacked directly and in a most satisfying way, a puddle of her own fluids leaking out her pants and seeping into the chair’s fabric. The fat within her body was steadily devoured, flowing out of her system and wisped away by the touch of magic. It felt like waves rolling over her again and again, ones she bounced against as if making love to the intangible force. Every thrust she gave, another roll of fat was siphoned from her gut and elsewhere.

“Yes, yes! Take it, take it! Get rid of it all! AAAAHN~!!”

She felt very in tune with the magic flowing through her now. It was at her beck and call, hanging on every whim of her wish. It felt so good to be in control of her life again!

Slimmer… I want to be even slimmer…

What felt like several punches to the gut hit the woman, and her stomach seemed to fold in on itself as copious amounts of fat dissolved into nothing, her tummy beginning to flatten. All around her limbs, and even the chub of her cheeks, all of it was tightening into a smoother, youthful complexion, any leftover folds being pulled taut. She had become so slim now, that her wriggling forced her body out of her jeans, and her top fell slack. By most standards, she looked beautiful now.

Kaylee though… desired more.

My tummy… I need it nice and firm…

The woman’s stomach suddenly clenched upon her desire, all the muscles in her abdomen springing to life from years of atrophy. A firm plateau of muscle rose on her belly, with slight dips around where abs began to lightly appear. The process was excruciating though, her body going through years of workouts all at once. It was a pleasurable burn however, and like all the rest of her changes, Kaylee braced happily for the pleasure that came with it.

“S-So tight, ghh!” So f-fucking gooood!”

Drool flew from her mouth as she bucked and came relentlessly. Every cell in her body was screaming, as the dreams of the perfect form evolved further, her entire musculature gaining a strong, healthy tone.

“GUUH! Yes! YESSS~! Give me the body I deserve!”

Her squirts turned into steady streams of fluids, as the muscles within her thighs flexed and grew. Her ass especially felt like a pump, encouraging each climax as the muscles within clenched and thickened. Her entire body was an erogenous zone at this point, the magic so deeply ingrained within her that it was functioning like a strong aphrodisiac. The magic was in her blood, in her soul even! She could feel every particle of it eb and flow to her will. It understood every part of her, even her selfish and more dark desires that even Kaylee herself couldn’t imagine. Unbeknownst to her in the moment, those buried thoughts were what this ancient magic seemed interested in.

Beams of light suddenly shot out from the woman’s white, pupilless eyes, as well as her mouth. Her voice gained an echo in the process, and an overlay of several voices. They all sounded like Kaylee, but with slightly different inflections. The magic had reached the very depths of her soul now and was parsing through it. Needless to say, it had touched her on such a deep level, that the pleasure she experienced from such a bonding was unimaginable. All she could muster was a single declaration before falling into an unintelligible series of moans and blissful howls. It was a command if you will, from the more vein side of her that had been pulled up by the magic throughout this entire process.

“I want to be the most beautiful woman on Earth!”

The magic she commanded wasted no time hanging upon her words. It went immediately to work, targeting all the essential bits of Kaylee’s body in the efforts of crafting what she perceived to be the perfect beauty. All her years of fantasizing had led to this visage within her that would soon be set free.

This wonderful magic… It’s mine now…

Kaylee’s chest rapidly swelled, her breasts growing from their modest size into larger melons that slapped her chest with each kick they gave. Again and again explosions of fat pushed them further out into the prized girls she had always craved. Each increase in their size was like an airbag of ecstasy going off, her heart feeling as if it were exploding each time.

I should… share it with the world…!

Kaylee’s ass exploded much like her chest, fat and firmness piling in one after another, lifting her higher off her seat like an inflating cushion. Her hips then burgeoned wider, allowing for even more mass to spill forth. Her massive, peach-sized ass was certainly worthy of envy.

I can use this power… to fix the world…

A harsh scream ripped through the air, as Kaylee felt several sections of her bones crack and rend, before reforming anew. Her sides caved in first, giving her even more dip in her hourglass shape as her torso lengthened. Both legs flailed, as they wrestled themselves further away from her lower abdomen, desperate to inch further away. She was growing taller, her body hiking up within her seat a whole extra foot.

With this power… I could even rule the world…

The overlay in Kaylee’s voice disappeared after that unexpected thought, the glow from her eyes turning a violent red as the final changes to her body—some further plumping within her thighs—finished. The thought had definitely surprised her, but it felt good to indulge in the train of thought.

“H-Holy shiiiit! AAAUGH!”

Words finally returned to the woman, as the magic deafened at last, her body falling in a heap. Her eyes rolled back to the front and she stared down in shock at her new body, a devilish curl to her smile.

She was shaky to her feet, but once gaining her balance, began to pose. Every detail she had imagined, the very muse of feminine beauty she had conjured up she had become. Her fingers ran across every dip and climbed every hill, and soon enough the woman had lost track of how much time she had spent on her exploration.

Her still squeaky voice commented on how beautiful she was, and was then followed by a more seductive, sensual tone rising to the surface, accompanied by a light purple ring illuminating within her pupils.

“All those pathetic mongrels of the world won’t be able to look away from me~.”

Kaylee clutched at her head and the purple in her eyes faded.

“That was… weird.” she said, feeling as if a fog had just lifted from her mind.

She spent a few more moments relishing in the sensations of her new form, syncing best she could with the potent magic flowing through her. The link she held with it was an odd, intoxicating one. It was like conversing with another her in wordless fashion. The only difference was that this other her felt like she was beckoning her forward, constantly poking and prodding at her to make a decision on what to use her for. It would take some getting used to, keeping the magic at bay. She knew if she was not in perfect sync with it that it risked throwing her entire being into chaos.

It's actually hard to focus, heh… like it's tugging at my thoughts every second…

Kaylee steadied herself and tried to reach a sort of meditative state. She wanted to test how much magic she could release in her present state. She was determined to quickly get a wrangle on her new abilities. It would be a tall task for sure, the well of potential she sensed within her feeling as vast as the ocean.

“You got this Kaylee. Just think of how you’re gonna change the world for the better.”

After hyping herself up, she began to loosen the hold on her magic, letting no more than a trickle leak out. What followed was a gust that kicked up several loose papers and clothes within the room. Focusing intently at her core, she drew the flow of magic back inward, halting the wind. Simple enough. After practicing her control for what felt like an hour, she felt confident in testing things further. Looking around her messy living quarters, she had the perfect idea in mind.

Kaylee channeled her powers and envisioned within her mind's eye a spotless version of her living room. A soft glow bordered her body, and from it sprouted a light mist that filled the space. The excited woman could see everywhere her powers traveled, her mind processing every step of the transformation. In one corner she fixated on her walls gaining fresh paint, while simultaneously witnessing her floor being scrubbed of grime. Inch by inch, the reality of her living room was being rewritten.

“Haha! This is amazing!” she laughed, gazing upon the emergence of a fresh looking house. “But why stop at this? I could make myself a palace if I wanted to.”

Thoughts of grandeur bubbled forth from Kaylee’s psyche, as well as something more. The limitless potential of her magic was enticing to the very edges of her mind, and the darker thoughts that laid beyond. What was subtle tugging before, had become more extreme, magic kicking into overdrive as the environment around her became more lavish and regal, a lord’s domain building itself around her.

“Yes… I need a tall, expansive domain from which I can rule!”

Even Kaylee’s manner of speaking was shifting towards something more archaic. The magic she had gained was old as well, so it only made sense that the deeper her bond became with it, the more of an imprint it might leave. She understood this in the moment yet… she still couldn’t believe she had just said such a thing. It felt right though.

“Oh how grand it would feel to rule over this land!” Kaylee laughed, her voice deepening into a more mature timbre. “I could fix it all! I’d be Queen!”

A devilish smirk crossed Kaylee’s face, as thoughts of respect and holding control over a world that had wronged her so many times drowned out any other thoughts, her palace being built gaining darker monikers, sharp spires and darker colors filling out the decor.

“I know best what this world needs! I-I, l.. Gh…” 

The strain became too much, and Kaylee’s voice began to lighten back to normal. Yet her magic continued to flow. She wondered why she was so excited by the idea of ruling over people. Sure, with this power it’d be easy, but it’d be wrong to force anything on people no?

The magic was already mingling within the back of Kaylee's mind however, and her more devious thoughts that had been brought to the forefront were something she had no experience i g rappelling with, counterarguments Kaylee would typically never dare to say out loud filling her head.

Then again… If I don’t force this onto the world, would they truly understand? I’d probably get lots of pushback and be treated like a freak with these powers. Perhaps even a threat!

The glowing rims around her pupils returned, and the glow around her body intensified.

Obedience is what I require… the masses simply won’t understand. I’m the only one that can guide this world out of its hole… and into a glorious future!

“But for that I require…” Kaylee mumbled, her voice deepening once more. At this point she was letting the magic sink even deeper into her darker thoughts. She could sense the more she let it in, the more powerful she was becoming.

“Heheh… the only chance I have is…”

The glow around her body grew dark and mucky like miasma, and her pupils became consumed by a red glow. Fuck decorum and niceties she figured. The world had not been kind to her, so why should she be to it? Besides, she was going to fix it.

“...TO UNLEASH ALL OF MY POWER!”

An explosion of dark energy consumed the space, and the architecture around Kaylee rapidly expanded in scale. The castle she had been creating grew towering like a skyscraper and gained an ominous aura. Its widening real estate leveled several nearby houses and buildings, the woman having not a care for whatever destruction came in the wake of the monument being built in her vision. If she was to become goddess of this new world, she would rip the landscape apart in order to make her status abundantly clear.

“FUUUCK YESSSS! THE WORLD WILL BE MIIINE!”

Kaylee let her magic run relentlessly, her body shivering within the delight of the frightening energy. It felt good to let it all go, every dark, buried slight she held against the world, as well as every selfish desire she so obviously deserved. There was no going back now, but who fucking cared?

“OOOOH! GRAAAAAH!” Kaylee shrieked, her body seizing and cumming profusely. She felt a trembling within her brain, her twisted thoughts drilling through her skull, alongside something else. Yes, she could see it, her body was not yet complete. A new visage appeared within her head, one that looked very much the same, aside from some inhuman features.

The woman cackled madly, her nails growing slightly longer and sharpening into finer tips like that of a predator.

“I AM VICIOUS! I AM BEAUTIFUL! I AM A GODDESS GIVEN HUMAN FORM!”

Kaylee’s ears began to elongate, the upper lobes sharpening into something demonic. All the while her long, silver hair lashed at the air behind her like whips. Her face was consumed by an evil aura, all that was pure of her intent viciously warped into one of servitude. Why shouldn’t she relish in her gift if it felt this good? It was like fate itself was telling her to take the reigns of the world. Yes, all the pain she had endured up to this point was just a test for her eventual ascension. She had earned every drop of this magnificent malice spilling forth under her command.

Now in full acceptance of what she must do, Kaylee felt the pressure at her head intensify, forcing even harsher howls from her as she was met with climax after climax. Two lumps were pushing at the skin above each ear, feeling as sensitive as her clit. She knew what they were though, the image of herself so crystal clear. They would be the signs of her godhood, of the woman of darkness who should be feared!

“MY HOOOORNS~!!”

She called out for them as if beckoning them from the void towards birth, her skin splitting open upon to deliver them. The tips that emerged were sharp like the end of a spear. They looked to be a couple inches thick beyond the tips, and as they continued to emerge, they curved devilishly upwards.

Suddenly, a massive shockwave rippled out from the woman, so powerful that it even launched outside her now towering castle. It leveled the surrounding landscape as if it were nothing, homes, trees, and more now flat dirt covered with rubble. Kaylee could feel her power somehow growing even more destructive, each inch of her horns that poured out releasing another magical nuke upon the world, each one bigger than the last.

Worship me… Fear me… Submit to me…!

All this destruction was nothing more than a means to an end for her at this point, a declaration through her rebirth that she was the most powerful benign on the planet, one that could end it if she so chose to. 

“KYAAAHN! AHAHAH!”

Kaylee’s head cracked to the left, the horn on her right side widening at the base and cranking itself upwards until the tip hovered above her head.

“GUUHN! AAAAAHAHAHA!”

Her head cracked to the right, followed by her other horn growing. This one burrowed an even wider hole out of her skull, its radius nearly reaching the top of her head. It was twice the side of the horn on her left, curving so far above the top of her head that it cast a shadow upon it. They were like giant bovine horns of uneven shape and size to each other, as chaotic in appearance as Kaylee had become, but as smooth and beautiful as her body.

The woman excitedly bit her tongue, relishing in her goddess’ blood as she felt her body reach the perfection she had longed sought. She brought her hands to her cheeks as her expression contorted, her identity as Kaylee feeling so ill-fit for what she had become. She dug up every cold, mucky desire she could, fishing for a name within the emotions brought up from her heart’s abyss, one that could suit only her.

“I am…”

Finally her powers peaked, every orifice of her body spilling out the excess through thick, purple miasma that may as well have been cum for the woman.

“ZEPHIAAAAA!!!”

The dark twisted ruler of one woman’s fantasies had been born, and with them a deadly scar upon the world marking her arrival. For miles there was nothing but wrecked landscapes surrounding the ominous castle she had built. Coming down from her otherworldly orgasm, she floated above her handiwork with a twisted grin, before settling onto a throne whipped up from what was once her beaten down recliner.

She was more than satisfied with the results of her little… magic test. There was nothing on this Earth that could hope to stand up to her and her goals of world change.

I’m sure there will be many questions upon this destruction, she pondered to herself. No matter. It’ll be quick work burying all under my heel once I demonstrate the extent of my might.

Zephia’s purple eyes shimmered with sick joy.

“However, I can’t make my debut looking like this.”

As a much simpler flex of her powers, Zephia raised a finger with a pulsing purple veil around it, and gave it a twirl. As she did, she pictured an outfit within her head, one that would both flaunt her beauty as well as convey her aims for conquest. And just like that, the glow surrounded her form, and an outfit began to appear.

It started at her feet and worked up, dark purple heels fitting to each foot, with horn shaped borders along the front near the toes, hinting at their wearer’s demonic nature. Her legs were mostly bare aside from devilish looking anklets and wrappings around her knees. After those were dressed, a red gown materialized around her hips and fell to her feet. The majority of it was red, some frillier black tuffs sprouting from the sides. It dragged upon the ground, its ends tapered, with black patterns shooting up from the bottom like rising spikes, conjuring imagery of a jagged image rising before a hellish red backdrop.

As a ruler though, Zephia knew it was important to flaunt her status. Given the golden nature of her headpiece, she desired something similar around the hips to match. Soon enough, various gold accessories appeared hanging from her hips above her dress, some looking like the ornaments a belly dancer might wear, while others looked plated and somewhat heavy like armor. Other armor like plating appeared elsewhere as well, except these were colored a dark purple like her heels. Jagged gauntlets, plating guards on the upper arms, as well as plating in the shape of horns wrapping around her lower torso and connecting to thinner plating dipping towards her nethers. Even her breasts gained some protection, with a bra forming as armored as the other spatterings across her form. It all sent the message that she was as to be feared in battle as she would be from her throne.

To round out her outfit, a final dressing of elegance was needed. Black svelte cloth draped itself from each arm, wrapped around both below her armor on them. They fell down alongside her dress, a dark black with golden patterns that looked like ley lines. She sported some fine cloth on her horns as well, adding some extra beauty to her most monstrous feature, the red wraps sporting several red tassels hanging from them.

Zephia smiled lovingly at the results, tracing her body as she made sure nothing was out of place.

“Hm… I dare say I’ve outdone myself~.”

She stepped back towards her throne, the clacks of her heels sending an ominous echo through her throne room's enormous chamber. She took a seat once more and crossed her legs, soaking in through the giant window before her the destruction she had wrought. This was going to be easy, she thought.

***

It had been a thousand years since the appearance of Dark Goddess Zephia, who wielded a terrible magic unconquerable by the technology of the day. She made quick work in her conquest of the world, snuffing out every major super power and taking them under her fold. She installed those she deemed useful in positions of power, as well as others she found use for within her general amusements, and adorned them with wealth and power.

Those were the lucky few. The majority of the planet was placed into a new dark age, with technology—perhaps as a measure to keep anything from hoping to stop her—being outlawed outside those she deemed worthy. The world was completely under her command, and remained so till today—her magic having granted her eternal youth. She looked not a day older than the day she was born as the dark empress, her image seared into the minds of every living person on the planet.

In a twisted fashion, the woman formerly known as Kaylee had achieved her goal through an ironclad rule. There were no more wars, no more conflicts beyond the scope of her rule. All kept in line within a deep seated fear of being snuffed out by Zephia’s intricate network of magical judgement. Somehow, she seemed able to sense whenever someone broke the laws she had set for this world. In truth, she had implanted many pockets of magical surveillance across the world and created followers for which to keep tabs on them like a wide network of omnipotent law and order.

However, flaunting such unthinkable power over so many years, eventually there came a twinge of boredom. She would never tire of her rule, that much was certain, but there was something missing. One day, pondering as she often did from her throne, her servants surrounding and pampering her, she figured what it must be.

“There has to be… more worlds to conquer.”

A wicked smile crossed her face, a new plan hatched that held the possibility for never ending conquest.