Aura The Rigid (Patreon)

With her own Scales of Obedience turned against her, Aura the Guillotine finally met a mana she could never surpass. Frieren's thousand-year reservoir overwhelmed the demon's five centuries in an instant. The balance tipped, and the spell of absolute submission took hold.

Now the proud Sage of Destruction sits enthroned on cold stone, barefoot soles shamelessly displayed, golden scales still clutched in one hand as eternal proof of her defeat. Frieren’s final command echoes in her empty mind: 'You are nothing but a living statue. Rigid. Unthinking. Paused in time forever.'

The wide-eyed shock on her face is frozen mid-gasp, pigtails and horns perfectly still, every blink denied to her. The Guillotine who once beheaded thousands of thralls now decorates the hall as a harmless, exquisite ornament, completely, beautifully obedient.