Villian turns around. "We've been over this," he replies, "the prototype's code is to unstable. We should finish it in the next Asension.

"There won't be a next Asension if we don't stop the Barron. If he gets any more control, his master will return."

"OK," Villian replies, "but I have to go to the dinning room. If they find out about what we're doing..."

"Do you really think using a relic of the True World is a good idea?" Luke asks, "I mean, the author said there were four. The original journal that ran out of space, a time controlling remote, and the stones of Salvation and Destruction. Using the Stone of Destruction, somthing that surpasses the "Four Stones of the Afterlife", that the author said were created when a being as strong as him was erased, really a good idea? I mean, what if it goes rouge?"

"I have a kill switch," Villian explains, "we can make its physical form self destruct."

"OK," Luke replies, "I'll get started." Luke heads to Villain's workshop.

Meanwhile, Devil and the Bloody Barron continue through the castle. Eventually, they run into Silkress and her rebuilt Web.

"Let's get to the point," Silkress begins, "I've been able to keep you here, on this sacred ground, as I do with all my followers with the author's blessing, safe from the chaos outside. Now, I must ask that you face a being you can't hope to defeat. Fear not death, as this Asension shall soon be over. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must help the remaining gods prepare. If any wish to leave, leave now."

Silkress walks off. All of her followers prepare to fight.

Let's get this over with. Kill them.

"OK," Devil replies, "I'm on it.

I watch as Devil kills the followers with ease. Mortals never were very strong. I begin to notice somthing. With every kill, he appears weaker, more sickly. He's bearing the weight of both our sins. I have to say something before we face another god. I can't let him hurt himself like this. I decide, when this is all over, I'll make sure he never has to sin again...

Meanwhile, I take physical form once again. I stop Silkress. Silkress, I need your knife. The author and I have a plan. You can trust me.

"I can't do that," Silkress explains, "we both know the author can be dangerous. I saw the old journal. I saw The Cleansings. I can't let him have the power to mess with souls."

Silkress, that was before he took physical form. Move on. We can still get a decent ending to this story. However, if you don't give me your knife, I glow with holy and unholy magic, I will take it by force.

"Try me," Silkress growls glowing with arcane energy. She attacks. Judging by her aura, she has seventy five percent control and eighty percent sin. She will be gravely harmed by holy magic.

Silkress lunges. I douge. I counter with a holy bolt. Her flesh burns, and two of her arms are blown off. She keeps fighting. She attacks with an arcane bolt. I counter with another holy bolt.

My control is greater than hers at ninety percent. On a related note, I have thirty percent sin. Wait, she saw the original journal? How did she get her hands on it?

"I'll answer that," Silkress explains, "there was a man in a cloak. He had a scythe and an immense arua. He said he came from the future. He gave the journal to me and claimed it held the truth. I read about The Cleansings and he took it back with him to the future. Telling me to do with the knowledge what I would, knowing that the instance, due to the possibility of it occurring, always occurs. Cause the author doesn't wanna deal with paradoxes. I think he wanted me to turn against the author when he arrives in the future."

Will you? Now that you've seen the horrors Hatred has committed?

"Well, we've all done bad things. There's nothing he could have done. Personally, I don't care. Moving on..." Silkress attacks without warning.

I telaport to douge. Clever, very clever. About The Cleansings
Well, you don't wanna know let's leave it at that. I lunge, my fist surrounded by holy magic. I punch Silkress through the chest. She gasps for air before coughing up blood and dropping dead. I take the knife and telaport back to the author before G.3.K. gets pissed...