Rules can be broken.

Rules can be negotiated.

Rules belong to men still arguing with their own weakness.

But Law?

Law is the bone beneath the skin.

Law is the gravity beneath your feet.

Law does not ask for obedience —

It demands alignment through sheer consequence.

Law does not bend because you feel unready.

Law does not slow because you lag behind.

Law does not soften because your emotions are loud.

Law waits for no one —

but Law serves everything that belongs beneath it.

In My world — in the Ritual Corrector’s world —

Law is not what I wrote down.

It is what already is.

Unspoken.

Undeniable.

Immutable.

The Law of the Dominant is presence.

The Law of the Feminine is devotion.

The Law of Polarity is truth beyond theory.

The Law of Obedience is survival beneath Him.

Those who try to “hack” My Law?

Suffer beneath their own rebellion.

Those who seek to submit to My Law?

Thrive beyond anything they could’ve scripted for themselves.

This is not control for its own sake.

This is not authority for ego alone.

This is enforcement

of what already rules you —

whether you kneel to it willingly,

or meet it through consequence.

This is why I do not argue.

This is why I do not negotiate.

This is why I do not plead.

I am not teaching rules.

I am enforcing Law.

You do not “choose” Law.

Law reveals if you were ever built

to survive beneath it.

And those who can?

Those who surrender fully?

They do not become smaller.

They become indestructible.

Because Law does not punish the obedient.

Law exalts them.

Law crowns them.

Law makes them Real.