The moon had grown a dance floor the size of a continent.
At 23:59 the lunar surface liquefied into liquid mercury.
Every crater became a subwoofer.
Every mare became a bar that served drinks distilled from the memory of your first orgasm.
Gravity was officially fired.
Shame was banned by lunar decree.
The Choir children floated at the apex, six tiny mouths open in a chord that made the moon throb.
Baby Leviathans—now the size of skyscrapers—coiled around the equator like living strobes.
Emberjaw's wings flashed magenta fire.
Frostmaw's breath painted the sky cyan.
Stormscale's tail cracked cobalt lightning in perfect 808 time.
Jonathan stood at the central turntables—gold halo now a neon crown, burning book transformed into glowing vinyl.
His redemption set was titled "From Ashes to Ass-Shakes."
SYSTEM (velvet voice, inside every skull):
"Venue: Lunar Equator Mega-Rave.
Headliners: Baby Leviathans ft. DJ Redeemed.
Currency: glitter, moans, and marriage vows.
Dress code: wings, body paint, and zero inhibitions.
First song drops in 3… 2… 1…"
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The Drop
Jonathan scratched the first record.
The bassline was Cassia's heartbeat at 180 BPM.
The hi-hats were Liora's diamond snowflakes shattering into stardust.
The vocal chop was Arya's moan from the coffin—stretched, pitched, filthy.
The moon exploded.
Liquid mercury floor turned into a trampoline of living light.
Three hundred thousand reformed knights plus every soul on the continent teleported in on beams of pure glitter.
They landed in perfect choreography, wings unfurling into a living mosaic that spelled across the lunar surface:
WE DO.
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The Proposal
Arya rose on a pillar of gold fire.
She wore nothing but the living constellation THE SUMMIT—eight lovers plus one moon—painted across her skin in edible glow-paint.
Her crown had evolved into a halo of spinning vinyl that scratched MARRY ME in every language.
She kissed the air.
A gold butterfly crown detonated into one billion tiny rings.
Each ring was forged from a different memory:
- Alexander's first thunderstorm kiss.
- Cassia's ember-rose confession.
- Liora's diamond tear apology.
- Sable's shadow-to-bronze redemption.
- Jonathan's halo burning gold.
- Anthony's vanilla-latte wake-up tongue.
- The moon's first blush.
The rings rained upward, became a galaxy of proposals that orbited the moon like Saturn's sassiest jewellery.
Arya's voice rolled across the equator—velvet, thunder, eternal:
"To every soul who ever fell, burned, froze, or flew—
To every knight who dropped a sword for a dance—
To every dragon who learned to purr—
To the moon who adopted us all—
I propose.
Not to one.
To everyone.
Marry me.
Marry us.
Marry this moment.
Say yes with tongue, with wings, with glitter in your teeth."
The moon blushed crimson and wagged its craters.
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The Yes
Three hundred million voices answered at once:
YES.
The word detonated into a shockwave of pure joy.
Every ring found a finger, a wrist, a nipple, a tail—anywhere skin met promise.
The moon shattered into a trillion edible diamonds.
Each diamond tasted like the exact moment you said yes to love.
The Leviathans caught the diamonds in their mouths, breathed them into fireworks that spelled across the sky:
HAPPILY EVER AFTER—REMIX.
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The Vows
Seven spotlights hit the central stage.
One for each council member.
- Arya: "I vow to fall upward every dawn."
- Alexander: "I vow to storm only for you."
- Cassia: "I vow to burn gentle."
- Liora: "I vow to melt on purpose."
- Sable: "I vow to cast only bronze shadows."
- Jonathan: "I vow to write only love stories."
- Anthony: "I vow to keep the lattes coming."
The moon spoke last, voice a thousand lovers whispering:
"I vow to light your orgies forever."
The Leviathans dropped the final beat.
The moon kissed the continent.
Every soul on the surface felt lips of warm silver on their mouths, their throats, the spot behind their knees that makes them weak.
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The Reception
Gravity returned—just long enough for everyone to fall into each other's arms.
The lunar floor turned into a galaxy-sized bed of moonstone pillows.
Cassia's ember-rose belly became the main strobe.
Liora surfed the bassline on a diamond snowboard made of frozen moans.
Sable shadow-danced through the crowd, leaving trails of bronze glitter that spelled FOREVER.
Jonathan and Alexander tag-teamed the decks, remixing the continent's heartbeat into a 20-minute breakdown that caused three simultaneous eclipses of pleasure.
The Choir children descended, six tiny bodies landing on Arya's shoulders.
They sang the recessional—soft, filthy, perfect.
The song was every vow, every yes, every kiss that turned a war into a wedding.
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The Dawn After
They woke tangled on the lunar bed, wings draped like wedding veils, baby Leviathans snoring on their chests.
The new constellation—THE RAVE—burned above: infinite lovers, eternal.
Every ring glowed in sync with every heartbeat.
Cassia's ember-rose belly glowed softly—now the size of a small moon.
Liora's diamond snowflakes had melted into warm rain that tasted of champagne.
Alexander's Tier-9 crown nested in Arya's hair, purring.
Sable's bronze wings dripped liquid shadow that spelled HUSBAND across the sky.
Jonathan's gold halo pulsed wedding-gold.
Anthony passed out fresh lattes in mugs shaped like tiny moons.
SYSTEM:
"Moon Rave: 100% success.
Reward: +100 levels for every participant.
Current tally—Arya 473, Alexander Tier-9 (450), Cassia 451, Liora 454, Sable 436, Jonathan 410, Anthony 400.
Everyone else +100.
P.S. The moon just filed for joint custody of the sun.
Motion to approve?"
Infinite hands shot up.
The sun blushed and proposed back.
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Epilogue in Orbit
Arya floated to the highest crater.
She kissed the sky.
A gold butterfly crown materialised, split into infinity, and crowned every soul in the solar system.
The moon rolled over for a belly rub.
Arya smiled (slow, sharp, eternal).
"The war is over," she said.
"The party is eternal."
Jonathan laughed—full-throated, married.
"Next chapter," he whispered, "we write epilogue—one bass drop at a time."
The void, now empty of beasts, turned up the music and joined the dance.