*Face it Edgar! You've lost!

Fine. You've cornered me. You push my brother to attempt to take his own life, give him PTSD, literally have him become a monster, and I'M THE BAD GUY. Fine. If you want a monster to slay...

I look up from my desk, holding my pen.

HERE I AM!

*Death to the pen! Death to all writers!

Reaper lunges at me. I rewrite his attack, causing it to miss.

*Ally!

One of the souls Reaper has flares up, countering my rewrite. I avoid his scythe the old fashioned way.

I feel my sins weighing me down. I stike with this dark power. Reaper avoids this attack.

*Let's double check what I'm up against here. Let's see, I read this in some notes.

*Edgar: Demmented Writing Incarnate

*Control (Power): Yes%

*Sin: (Nods)%

*Link (Life Force): 100/100%

*This shouldn't be to hard.

So let's see what I'm up against here.

Reaper: Genocidal monster.

Control: Stolen Souls%

Sin: More Than Me%

Link: 100/100%

Why do I have all this? I'm a writer, I like to put numbers to things best I can. After a certain point though, they just become arbitrary. The level I'm at is about that point.

*Die already!

Reaper lunges again, I catch his scythe in the air and throw him, slamming him into the wall. Black, inky blood oozes from my wounds where I grabbed the blade.

*Heh, hurts, doesn't it? I hope so. I want you to suffer. Hell, I may just keep you alive and push your brother to kill himself as you watch, just to teach writers everywhere a lesson.

What did you just say?

*Gen's next after you. Any last words?

*I lift my scythe and prepare to strike.

Don't...

Don't EVER THREATEN MY BROTHER!

I use the power writing itself, sending ink at Reaper. I feel myself change, my body morphs, becoming something else. I become, the monster you see me as...