He smiles at me as he approaches. "How you been?" He asks.

"Preety good," I reply hiding my gun I'll have to kill him with, it was given to me by his brother Cyle, who agrees he has to be stopped, "you?"

"I've been good," he lies, wind blowing uncontrollably from his finger tips. It's clear he couldn't be worse, but doesn't want to admit it.

"Welcome all to the Christmas festival!" Reaper Classic exclaims, "I do hope you enjoy the festivities we have arranged for you on this day. We shall begin with the feast, then the gift exchange, next we move on to the snowball fight, and finally, we light the tree. I hope you all enjoy the festivities!"

The crowd cheers. Many of my allies are amongst the crowd, others who wish to kill writers. I've been planning for the war, and I will kill Edgar. It's only a matter of time before he returns. However, that's not important, not today. Today, I'm going to take a break from the training and the planning. Today, I'm going to hang with M.S. Afterwards, I'm going to continue my training, and I'm going to protect this world from Edgar. It's my sworn duty as an Author Slayer to protect this world from writers. I will not let Edgar torment this world again...

I see Reaper in the crowd. That bastard's got a lot of nerve coming here after what he said. "What's our play?" The Nameless asks.

The Nameless, my best spy. He exists on another plane, having no form of his own. His soul blank in terms of appearance. He instead copies the appearance and abilities of the last person he touched for five minutes. Otherwise, he's invisible and can't be heard without a special ear piece like the one I'm wearing designed by my brother Cyle Classic.

"Bring him and The Metal Skinned to my palace," I reply, "I have someone who wants to talk to them."

"As you wish," The Nameless replies.

I'm gonna assume Nameless walks off. Nameless once assisted Hatred in ending the era of peace. He was deceived into doing so, lied to. I'd have him thrown into a death loop cell for a few years as punishment, but he seems nice enough and, to be honest, he's way to useful to kill...

"So," Reaper smiles finishing a bite of ham, "I've been thinking, why not join the Author Slayers?"

"What?" I ask.

"Think about it," Reaper replies, "if we were on the same side, then it'd make whatever this is a lot easier. Also, I need all the help I can get. So what do you say? Wanna become an Author Slayer?"

"I'll have to think about it," I lie. That's not happening. Erasing someone from existence? I don't care who it is, that's to far. However, I should join a faction before the war begins, just so I'm not forced into one.

"Sure," Reaper replies, "anyways, I picked you up a gift on the way here." Reaper hands me a small red box.

"And by that," he elaborates, "I mean I happened to be training my fire abilities at the blacksmith and decided to make it."

I open the box. In it is a ruby encrusted locket. "Wow it's beautiful," I hug him, "thank you."

"Don't mention it," he smiles, "anyways, let me know if you see any of The Four. I need to talk to them."

"Sure thing," I reply, and like that, Death walks up to us.

"Hey," he smiles, "The Four wanna talk to you. Can you come with me for a sec?"

"Sure," Reaper replies, "I'll be right back M.S."

"Sure," I reply, "I'll save you some of the turkey."

Death leads me towards Reaper Classic's castle. "Hey man," I start the conversation, "about the incident at Hellfire, you guys mad? I was totally out of line there, but that's because I was afraid, afraid you were right. I do still love Metal Skinned, but I have to stop Edgar first, to protect this world, to protect my freinds and family, to protect her. I understand if you don't forgive me, but if you do, I could use help with my training."

"Nope!" I hear Death's voice, "we're out!" The Four emerge from the shadows. They revived quick.

"Wait," I ask, "Death, what's going on?"

The Death that lead me here disappears. What the fuck is happening?

"Reaper," Pestilence explains, "don't raise suspension, but this is a set up. Reaper Classic... He's going to kill you. Listen, take our souls, with our power you'll stand a chance. Got some hydra venom here and already died twice due to being stupid on the way. You know my whole die three times thing. Just, be careful, and play along. We'll explain more on the way."

The Four each drink some hydra's venom and drop dead. I take there souls. A limo pulls up. J, a freind of Reaper Classic, and The Gambler, another freind of Reaper Classic grab me and "escort" me into the vehicle. By which I mean they push me.

Reaper Classic sits in front of me. "Hello Reaper," he greets with an eerie smile, "I do hope you've been enjoying the festivities..."