Edgar: (Walks on stage) Hello audience! You wanna hear story?

Audience: (Gives some kind of positive response)

Edgar: You're gonna regret that! Hehehe. (Stage goes dark.) Our story today is about a man named Reaper. Reaper is... well, let's go back a little.

(Prop change to the Heavens)

Reaper: (Wears a dark cloak, hiding his appearance. On his face is a look of anger and indifference. Like someone who's been agitated so long, they've forgotten they are.) One arc down.

Edgar: Reaper is a hero. A character in my series. See, everyone knows they're in a story, but it's real to them so, they roll with it. Some just don't really care unless it's directly effecting them, but there's also people like Reaper.

Reaper: How many more arcs are there? Let's see... I think this is the last one. Oh, wait, there's still that prophecy. Dang. Better start training.

Edgar: Beings like Reaper have a philosophy of ending the story as quickly as possible to prevent their personal lives from being interfered with. Reaper probably takes this the farthest. While most heroes have hobbies or families or something, Reaper focuses solely on training. He takes breaks sparingly, usually training six days a week. He eventually developed feelings for a hero named The Metal Skinned, but, even over the course of more years than you could ever comprehend, as the heroes would revive from death by leaving Heaven or escaping Hell, he never even tried to flirt with her. His intention on ending the story became an obsession. What started as things like this...

(Scene change to a coffee shop)

Death: (Wears a pitch black cloak. Skin is pale where visable.) (Walks up to Reaper.) Hey Reaps.

Reaper: Sup Death?

Death: So, we've got a few years before any plot happens, wanna go egg War's house?

Reaper: Eh, I can skip training today. Sure. (Death and Reaper leave.)

Edgar: Slowly transitioned into this.

(Scene change to Reaper practicing on a training dummy)

Death: Hey Reaper.

Reaper: Hey Death.

Death: Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days.

Reaper: Days? What day is it?

Death: Wednesday.

Reaper: I came down here on a Wednesday! What day of the month is it?

Death: The twenty third.

Reaper: Ah, well that's fine. I have nothing going on until the thirtieth anyways.

Death: Are you OK dude?

Reaper: Hey, the plot has to be handled. I gotta be prepared.

Death: Dude, you've been down here for days.

Reaper: I have this under control.

Death: Listien, I know you don't want anyone to interfere, and me, War, Pestilence, and Famine have kept it under wraps, but for your own good, go outside for a second. What's the point of ending the story if your ending is just you being a power obsessed whacko?

Reaper: Fair point, but as I said, I've got this.

Death: Are you sure?

Reaper: If I was unsure, I'd be doing something else. Now, either help me or leave.

Death: Dude, I'm serious.

Reaper: (Grabs scythe.) So am I.

Death: OK. OK. You've made your point. (Leaves.)

Reaper: (Continues training.)

Edgar: As time went on, Reaper did grow stronger. With each arc, his power grew, and the heroes would revive more and more. Eventually death lost all meaning. Eventually, I created Joy, Hatred, Misery, Neutrality, Tolerance, and Forgiveness. My emotions manifested. Some would gain a mind of their own, others, to this day are merely puppets.

Hatred, Tolerance, and Forgiveness were the first to realize their power, and were portrayed as the real deal. After banishing Hatred to The Emptiness, the only place from which the heroes can't escape, the heroes thought the story was over. Reaper began to live his life. Still prepared, but with his guard down non the less. Our next act begins seven years into this era. The day when Reaper asked out The Metal Skinned...