Ask The Story On The Board (Some Of My OCs)

Post: The King's Mercy

Now, let's see if they made the right choice. Making contact.

I lunge at you in a full swing with my fist and hit you hard in the face, but you get back up.

(The song from the last chapters continues.)

Well well well,
Looks like someone,
Wants to put up,
A little fight.

You don't,
Even deserve,
To read this tale.

Can't you see,
You can't defeat me,
Just wake up!

(I strike you over and over again, knocking you down on your knees. Each time you try to get up, I strike you from a different direction. You feel this story fading from your sight.)

You're not anything,
Without that,
Demon.

You don't even,
Have a full soul,
At this time.

You're broken
as Gen is,
Metaphorically.

Can't you see,
He made this world,
A work of art.

Yet you hate him.

Canceled!
That is what this story,
Will soon be.

(You manage to get your footing, but I pick you up and throw you across the battlefield, sending you sliding across the orange ground of the Other Side.)

So go on,
And try to,
Justify your sins.

Just for kicks.

You people,
Are nothing but,
Horrible monsters.

Now you'll fall,
And this series,
Shall be canceled.

Game over!

I just love writing,
And can't stand,
Gen hurting.

(I return to my monstrous form, consumed by the pain of my wounds that Reaper dealt to me.)

Now it ends.
All the pain,
That you brought into my world.

You seek nothing but destruction.

Though,
Giving you some credit,
Where it's due.

I should probably thank you.

For the short time,
Where Gen3king,
Was your friend.

And not just a target.

But now,
You continue down,
This genocidal path.

So, you must die.

(I lunge at you with my massive talons, you narrowly avoid the attack.)

You're never gonna,
Hurt Gen,
Again.

You'll never read,
What we write,
Again!

(I lunge at you once more, prepared to kill, but Gen appears, blocking my way. If only this wasn't on the other side. We share a physical form in the story, so if it were there... nevermind. The time will come.)

"Edgar what the fuck!?!" Gen demands.

Uhhh... I can explain.

"Edgar," Gen explains, "these are the readers. I won't let you hurt them. Not only will I have no purpose, but the miniverse will die. I won't let you do this."

Fine. Gen, here's the font. Say what you wanna say. I'm gonna go tend to these wounds. Even if this is just an astral projection.

OK Edgar. Anyways, hey guys. So, it's finally time to continue book two... listien, I know you guys hate me and my brother. That's fine. I'll die in book three of you still want me to, but until then, just hold off.

Anyways, quick refresher for book two's plot. You are working with a pyromancer named Smith to defeat The Mind, who has consumed the world with her hive mind. Your vessel, who you saved from a death camp, shall obey your every command. Your current goal, to revive Tim and Rose, Gods of time and space. You must choose who to save first. Good luck, and before you go, I would just like to put this on record.

I have a soul erasing gun made by I.T. that a reader managed to get in The Hunt. I'm putting it in canon that I have returned it to the void where the entities are between books two and three. See you earlier, readers.

And thus, book two begins...