"Look," Comet sighs, "that just sorta slipped out. Let's just... ignore it OK?"

"It's OK if you wanna talk about it," I reply, "I mean, I don't have an issue with it. I know how your parents-"

"Exactly," Comet interrupts, "they're gone. Let's just move on."

"Right. That OF. We HAVE to warn the Writer's Club. Before it's to late!"

"I'll do that! You make sure war doesn't break out! This could be the breaking point!"

"OK. Be safe Comet."

"I will m- I mean Loly."

She did it again! What's is up with her? If I'm a maternal figure to her, that's fine by me. Why does she have an issue with it?

I can address that later. For now, I need to call the curators so we don't lose control. I dash to my castle and call them all for an emergency meeting...

I sit at a cafe, awaiting Gen. He sits in the chair in the adjacent table, so we face back to back.

"Gen," I greet.

"Traitor," he returns with bitterness.

"We had a deal," I remind, "I follow your Wattpad, you don't report me for stealing your notes and enslaving your OCs."

"Who'd you make first?" Gen asks.

"Reaper the Author Slayer," I reply.

"Well you screwed up," he sighs, "guess I'm not going to the Writer's Club meeting. I'm gonna head to my profile page and law low. See ya."

"Farewell Gen."

Gen leaves.

"Well well well," I hear Reaper's voice as he sits next to me, "I didn't know you were friends."

"Hold your tounge," I glare, "less you want your soul shattered."

"Right," Reaper rolls his eyes, "my curse. Shall I start the war? Kill Jack Ace afterwards?"

"That's the plan," I smile, "here's my font."

"Excellent," I smile taking my font from the curator, "whelp, I have work to do. See ya."

I head towards the Writer's Club. It is time to begin my mission. Recruitment, advertising, and genocide.

I enter the lobby of the large office skyscraper, only to be greeted by the poor naive child that is Comet. How inoccent she is. She saw her parents die.

I SAW MY MULTIVERSE DIE. EVERYONE. EVERYTHING.

"Reaper," she glares, "I won't let you do this."

"Oh you inoccent child," I laugh, "sweet, inoccent Comet. You know nothing of writers. You know not their sins. Step aside."

"I will end you," she warns, preparing Hellish Obliteration in her hands.

"Look," I explain, melting into the darkness, one my powers, "I could kill you, but I'm not gonna. I'm going to kill this club, but I'll spare one, and they..."

I emerge next to the elevator, "shall bring your Marco Diaz into this world. Do we have a deal? You don't join me. You just turn a blind eye."

"I..." Comet hesitates.

"Trust me kid," I sigh, "love is beautiful. I gave up mine. Don't give up yours."

"Fine," she sighs, "just go."

"Excellent," I step into the elevator, "farewell Comet."

I push the button, and begin the slow ascent to the fall of writers. Expessialy Charlie, their leader, and TheWriterGirl, who denies her creations happy endings. They are the main threats...

"Screw it!" Wirt, a curator, exclaims, "you're weak Loly! Weak! You should step down now!"

Already the council has collapsed into bickering and ban threats. It went bad faaaaast.

"Look," I glare, "you wanna go to war with me? Do you!?!"

"Maybe I do," Wirt threatens.

"Guys," Happy Chicken steps in, "calm down. It's gonna be OK. As long as this OC is stopped before anything happens it'll be fine!"

"Fine," Wirt sits, "But one more thing goes wrong, and your rule is over Loly..."

The elevator stops and the doors open.

"Hello!" I greet the monsters.

"Who are you?" Chalrie asks.

"Goodbye," I smile blasting her with pyromancy, killing her.

The other writers look at me in sheer horror as I begin to speak.

"This club," I begin, "Is a monument to sin. You are all sinners. You create worlds. You fill them with life, but then your creations for amusements. You are false gods. I offer you all one chance to repent for your sins. Who's in?"

"I'm almost level 12," Ametaur Writer 350 gets up, "I repent. I'll join you."

TheWriterGirl and the others do not. So, I prepare to kill them all.i charge a blast of hellfire, but three of them as what I'm about to do and escape. These three are TheWriterGirl, Bones, and Dark. Yes I know he has more than Dark in his name, but I don't care.

"What's our play?" 350 asks as I take Charlie's soul and steal her power. I take the others too,

"First," I smirk, "change your username to Ametaur Author Slayer. Second, I need you to write one last thing before we being the end. Our genocide. Do you like Monstar, Ametaur?..."

I receive a notification. As do the others. Although we all know from the window what has happened.

The OC has killed the Writing Club.

"Wirt don't do it," I warn.

Wirt makes and features a post as he draws his sword. A simple post that says, "war has begun. Kill Loly, take the crown."

Before anyone can react, Wirt tackles me and we plummet downward after going through the window.

War is here, and there's escaping it...