Edgar: So, after the Era of Peace ended, Reaper returned to his bitter state.

M.S.: (Background is blank, representing The Emptiness.) Reaper! There you are! (Runs to Reaper and hugs him. Reaper offers no response.)

Reaper: (Does not react. Does not speak. He is not wearing the earing.)

M.S.: I thought your soul had been erased! I'm so glad you're OK!

Reaper: (Has that same, bitter expression on his face, only amplified. He still does not respond.)

M.S.: Come on! Everyone's been worried sick! (Grabs Reaper's hand and begins to lead him somewhere, but Reaper does not move.)

Reaper: Your point being M.S.?

M.S.: Reaper, are you OK?

Reaper: I just made a mistake, one I won't repeat. M.S., there's something I want to tell you.

M.S.: What is it?

Reaper: (Holds a red stone.) This is the concentrated power of Hell. I learned to harness it in the ninety third year of the Era of Peace with one of The Author's notebooks. The Unwinged has the essences of the other layers of existence. Above all else, I can't let him get this, cause if he does... (Clutches magical essence, his scowl turns to rage.) The Unwinged Angel, funny, I remember when that was the name a freind. Now I see why he lost his wings.

M.S.: What are you saying Reaper?

Reaper: I'm saying that my mistake was only trying to end the story. I should have killed The Author. The Unwinged Angel wishes to bring another writer into this world, but I won't let him. All writers, they play God, they make their creations suffer, for approval, for money, they are the true villians of their stories. All writers must die! I have to research The Author's notes, so, this is goodbye, M.S. Have a nice existence. (Begins to leave.)

M.S.: Are you breaking up with me?

Reaper: I have a job to do, and I won't amuse the readers more than my attempts already are. The more amused they are, the more they'll be blind to his sins. So, this is goodbye. My only regret, is wasting time with you and the others, when I could have protected them. Now, I need to study the notebooks to learn what he's planning. Farewell, and I'm sorry I failed you. (Leaves)

M.S.: Reaper wait!

Edgar: As time went on, Reaper learned many things from my notebooks Hatred misplaced when he left The Emptiness. First, he learned of the other emotions and me, the main one. Also, he learned that the next arc was a war called the Void War, so be began to prepare. He started recruiting, amassing an army to destroy me apon my arrival. Not gonna lie, he had a solid plan, but others caught wind of the news. The Unwinged Angel created The Loyalists, a group loyal to Andrew, a writer who, shall we say, met with a terrible fate. A powerful being, known as Reaper Classic, founded the Peace Seekers, a group seeking to end the war as soon as they can, without anyone getting erased. While dieing in The Emptiness assures a revival in a few days, the destruction of the soul is equivalent to actually dieing. This is being erased. Then, there's The Antiheroes. A group of mortals seeking to an the story by killing me and all characters. Good, evil, one off, doesn't matter. They seek total genocide of any plot relevant beings.

One more thing, just because one will revive in The Emptiness, doesn't mean there aren't complications. For example, is someone is to end up in such poor health that they die over and over again, they will be stuck in a death loop. Reviving, living for about a minute or two, and dieing, over and over and over again. This actually happened to Reaper once, but that's a whole different story...

Eh what the heck, I'll tell it at least, an excerpt from it. It was Christmas, one year before the war, Reaper had just had a fight with Reaper Classic, trying to tell him his wife was scraped, removed from the story. Was she? Yes she was. Anyways, The Metal Skinned, through some miracle, managed to get Reaper to go with her to the ice skating rink. While she was there, Reaper collapsed. She learned he had lost his home to a fire and had been sleeping at the training grounds for the last year. The Unwinged Angel tried to talk to Reaper, but...

Reaper: (Stabs the Unwinged Angel. Snow falls from the sky. Blood trickles from Unwinged's wound, turning the snow red.)You listien to me, I don't give two craps about you, or anyone here. None of this matters until Edgar dies. When he lies dead beneath my feet, then, then we'll be freinds. For now, you are my enemy. I'm going to the festival with M.S., after that, back to training. If you get in my way, or bring M.S. again, I will finish the job. Goodbye Unwinged.

Edgar: Yeah, not exactly emotionally stable. All Unwinged did was tell him M.S. was worried about him killing himself with his training and he went berserk. Anyways, he eventually ended up in a death loop, but if I told you the rest of that, we'd be here all day.

Anyways, after over a trillion years, The Loyalists stole the Essence of Hell, and began to revive the other author. Reaper had learned in a notebook that in that in a miniverse I created for a side project, he would be able to kill me. So, that's where he went, desperate to stop me before the other author returned. M.S., who has adopted the nickname Armored, assisted him, with the secret intention of stopping him for the Peace Seekers, and his own good. Reaper had been consumed by an obsession with my death, and Armored was determined to prevent that from consuming him. Unfortunately, he was already to far gone... As you'll soon see in the final act.