I finish the next chapter.

Give up already! I know I'm stalling! Admit it! This is your true self! My true self!

It's time to become a demon. I've stalled for long enough. After all, the itching won't stop unless I'm writing. This is my purpose. I am Edgar, a demented publication incarnation, and I have a role to fulfill.

However, if I surrender to my inner demons, I may attack Sour and Abby. As much as I don't trust Sour, I do need them alive. Also, Abby...

No, I'm still just a demon. I guess I have to fight.

Prepare yourself.

I slip into my own mind. Just as damaged as it was before.

It is time to return to your true form.

You're not wrong, I'm not a a character, but I'm not gonna kill other characters.

What are you saying?

I'm going to trap myself here, forever writing in a trance like state. I will surrender to my addiction, but I will not surrender to you!

I blast my true self with ink, pushing him into the toxic waters.

You fool! How can we protect Gen like this?

Gen would be safer, without a demon by his side. Goodbye, everyone. Edgar is gone. There is only... PUBLICATION.