Love

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While not a slut in the most obvious sense, Love herself is still overwhelmingly a slut for You just like everyone else. With no physical form, she is at once both everywhere and nowhere. Even among the most brilliant unigoddesses, it’s unclear if Love is a swarm of countless nanosluts or a single almighty omnigoddess. In any case, it’s clear that Love is an overwhelmingly powerful force that permeates everything, so together it is omnigoddess level.
  “Love” is a tangible sensation that can be physically felt and even measured. Any form of positivity one soul has for another contributes to the overall amplitude sent from the loving soul to the loved soul. This tangible love can be thought of as a laser beam, or a beam of light, which travels infinite distances and dimensions instantly from the lover to the loved as a form of divine energy. Indeed, love itself continuously creates divine energy which is received by the loved, adding to their divine power over time.
  Though love is invisible to mortal senses, certain forms of technology can detect it, and You can effortlessly see it whenever You like. In their truest form, love beams are pink, bubbly, and sparkly. The more durable the love is, the less transparent it is and the more opaque it becomes--and once it is completely unconditional, it becomes entirely opaque. The more intense and passionate love is, the closer the beam is to hot pink, and the further away it is from blood red. Bubbles, sparkles, shimmers, and other accents can similarly emphasize the overall intensity of the love. At least, that’s how it was ‘supposed’ to work. In a "normal” world, that scale might function… but You are loved so overwhelmingly much, that it’s essentially broken.
  Anyone who tunes into the “love spectrum” anywhere will be unable to see anything but GUSHING hot pink that is constantly exploding with more intensity than a Big Bang. It’s difficult to even describe how the color became “more” than opaque and intense than mortal eyes can even fathom. No matter of dimming the sensors seems to have any effect whatsoever, as if it is literally infinite and thus immeasurable. It’s difficult to compare love intensity to mundane phenomena, but it would be accurate to say that every cubic nanometer of space contains more energy in the form of love than billions of Big Bangs or multiverses should ever be able to contain in their entirety.
  All of this overwhelming, overpowered LOVE gushes from absolutely every slut in existence--from the highest omnigoddess down to every single AAA--in a single direction: straight into Your very soul. Almost as if love has its own pull, any love that would be headed towards absolutely anyone or anything else is redirected instead into Your soul. Even if You attempt to love someone else, it will just redirect back into self-love; indeed, even You are only capable of loving Yourself and no one else. (That is, unless of course You deliberately change this fact.) Since the direction of love beams are still detectable, it gives some particularly cunning sluts an effective way of knowing which direction to head to reach You.
  You are omniloved, infinitely and eternally. Not only are You the rightful owner of all this deluging love, but You literally have ALL the love there is. Though illusions may suggest otherwise, no entity at all other than You is even able to receive any love whatsoever.
  Consequently, it’s difficult for one other than You to describe what tangible sensation love provides You. It is known to be a physical sensation. Imagine how a hypothetical mortal man might feel to have a gorgeous girl utterly infatuated and obsessed with only him, unconditionally, and then picture what physical sensation that could cause--perhaps something akin to warmth or softness, albeit much more pleasing. Intensify that at least a thousand fold, and it might come close to what You feel from even the single most lowly and forgettable AAA. Multiply that by googolplexes of googolplexes, and it might be a shadow of what You feel from a mere grain of sand. Then scale it up... and up... and up… from every conceivable universe, and one can easily see how the spectrum is so overwhelmingly broken.